Stupid Wolf (Discontinued)

62. Energy

A steady beep. beep. beep. met the group's ears as they pushed open your door, holding their breath at first but quickly realising they could only smell the sterile environment.

But there you were, hooked up to a few wires and a drip in your arm that poked from the blankets, your whole body dead to the world with how deeply you were sleeping.

The group slowly stepped inside, but Bakugo found his legs were locked. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. For a second he thought it was that damn Mind Freaks quirk but it slowly dawned on him. He was scared.

What would he do if you chose Todoroki over him? What would he have done if they hadn't found you?

Or worse. What if you chose him and woke up from your heat in deep regret for doing so...?

His hands balled up tightly.

Mina cocked her head as she tested the air again, only catching the faint scent of your hair, surprised that she couldn't smell your heat anymore.

She approached you first out of everyone, sliding her hand up the arm that was exposed to the air, careful of the catheter in your forearm before wincing.

"She's really warm. Hold on." She disappeared into the ensuite (a toilet room with a wet room theme and a shower in the corner).

While she was gone, Shoto approached next cautiously.

He seemed to have lost a bit of his earlier enthusiasm, a little scared at how you would look... He only had flashes of memories of you in Dabis grasp. You were bleeding, that's most of what he could remember...

But you seemed okay.

Gently, he set his hand on your forehead, cooling your skin carefully with a smile at your peaceful expression as you slept. Could you tell he was there?

That simple touch was enough to break Bakugo out of his fear, scowling as he marched over and slapped away Shotos hand with a growl.

"Don't touch her."

"Excuse me?"

"Guys, don't. Keep it down, we don't wanna wake her." Kirishima groaned quietly, stepping in between the two to try nip a potential fight in the bud.

"Yeah. So don't touch her." Bakugo snapped, his teeth starting to flash under his curled lip and Shoto returned the threat, his own canines flashing just a little as he glared.

Kirishima squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing his temple. This was such a bad idea. Why did Aizawa let this happen?

He was too tired for this...

Thankfully, Mina came back from the bathroom with a damp cloth to lay over your forehead, fussing around the three makes, shooing them away to pull your other arm out.

No one stopped her, letting her almost mother you in a way...

As her hands went to adjust the top of the hospital gown they'd placed you in for surgery, she paused.

They all did.

Around your neck was a large black rubber collar, almost molded to your skin and flexing when you inhaled and exhaled.

It looked pretty damn bite proof.

"So that's why the nurse was fine with an Alpha spending her heat with her..." She muses, finishing adjusting you so that your flushed skin was more exposed to the cool air, hoping it would help you.

The three males stared at your neck, the smallest glimpse of a handprint peaking from the top of the rubber cover.

They'd let that happen...