Please Kill Me

~2~

I couldn't help but flinch as the two grown men screamed in terror as they clung to eachother. I calmly threw the white sheet off of myself, getting up out of bed and reaching for my bag, which sat beside the hospital bed on the floor. I dug around inside before I found my wallet, reaching inside and pulling out my ID.

"If the two of you are done wailing like banshees I would be happy to explain to you what is going on." I sighed, slowly walking towards the detective and passing him my ID. I noticed my voice was a bit higher than before.

With trembling hands, the man in the tan coat took the card, his eyes rapidly scanning all the information.

"Impossible," He uttered under his breath, then raising his voice. "This ID has to be fake, this makes no sense."

"Take it up with your supervisor, but I can assure you that it's not fake." I objected, clearing my throat. "My name is Hisa Kawasaki, I'm female, My birthday is December twenty-eighth, I am not quirkless, and yes, just as it says on my ID, I am one hundred and eight years old."

The detective sighed. "I still have so many questions."

"Me too," Aizawa added. "Like why do you suddenly look like a teenager?"

"Long story, but I'll give you two the short version." I answered, getting up and walking to the door. I slid it shut and locked it before continuing. "Basically when I die, I wake up again about thirty minutes later looking like this."

"An immortality quirk?" The detective asked, his eyes wide with shock.

I shrugged. "I guess so."

Aizawa hummed, appearing to be deep in thought. The room was silent for a moment before he decided to speak.

"I've never heard of anything like this," Aizawa muttered. "That's a powerful ability to have, I'm surprised you haven't been targeted for it."

"That's why I'm still listed as quirkless in the database," I explained. "And also why I move around a lot."

"But what are you going to do now?" The detective asked, crossing his arms. "Several nurses, doctors, and Aizawa all witnessed you die. Not to mention that you were murdered. You won't be able to just disappear, you're supposed to be dead."

I sighed, sitting down on my hospital bed and crossing one leg over the other.

"So what now?" I inquired, glancing between Aizawa and the detective who's name I still didn't know.

The three of us went silent, all of our brains desperately scrambling for a solution. I really just wanted to go home and sleep at this point.

Hesitantly, the detective spoke first. "I have a plan, let me make a call."

Aizawa and I shared a look of curiosity, then shrugging. Neither of us had any ideas so I guess we'd be leaving this up to the detective.

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I was once again laying in my hospital bed, struggling to stay as still as possible. The white sheet was over my entire body once again and I listened as Tsukauchi and Aizawa spoke to a doctor.

"We have to take the body to the morgue," The doctor groaned. "Then we will determine cause of death and send our findings to the police."

"I'm sorry, but we're going to have to take this one," The detective argued. "Orders from the top."

I heard the doctor sigh before giving in. "Very well, I'll inform my higher ups."

I felt my bed begin to move.

"You're doing great," Aizawa whispered from behind me. "We're wheeling you out the back door now, try not to breath too heavy."

I held my breath as best as I could, feeling my body rock a little as we turned corners. I heard a set of doors open and my ears were flooded by the sounds of cars and people enjoying the night life.