Stupid Wolf (Discontinued)

70. Dust Settles

TRIGGER WARNING, suicide

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Aizawa was right, it took 3 hours of waiting, an hour of final checks and finally an hour of discharge signing before you were clear to go.

You were thankful that Shinso had decided to hang around for the majority of it, but he had been glued to his phone, texting every now and then and constantly checking it until a silent vibration let him know there was something for him to see.

You'd jokingly asked if he was texting a girlfriend, but he simply shrugged, not even giving a teasing response and you didn't pry any further. If he wasn't willing to share then you wouldn't push.

True to Aizawas word, Mic and Midnight were waiting for you in the lobby to take you back in what seemed to definitely be Mics truck, emblazoned with bright yellow music notes and a spoiler that was far too high to be of any benefit to the truck at all... Not to mention the massive speakers on the front...

"Yeah... I'll walk. See ya." Shinso bailed, waving over his shoulder to abandon you to your fate, but as he turned to walk away a whip wrapped around his torso, yanking him straight over to an irked looking Midnight.

"I don't think so, sweetheart." She purred, patting the top of his head almost in sympathy.

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The ride was blissfully quick and you were grateful it was so late when you parked up at the dorms, hoping everyone was sleeping soundly to let you scurry safely to your room and avoid any awkward conversation.

Shinso offered a 'Good Luck.' before heading off to his Class B dorms across Campus, leaving you completely alone for what must have been the first real time in a whole week.

You clung tightly to the paper bag in your hands, painkillers, antibiotics, burn cream and a three month supply of hormone treatment, all courtesy of the hospital.

The cold air was starting to numb your hands, your body longing for the warmth inside the dorm, but it felt so difficult to take that first step on your own.

Your life had been wave after wave of embarrassing, out of control spirals lately and you wanted a few more blissful moments to avoid another.

You tried to listen, to hear if anyone was still awake, but it felt like you had cotton in your ears muffling every sound instead of the crystal clear clarity you'd once had.

How was the WWPC meant to take you on? What would you possibly be able to do other than paperwork for them now?

The thought was bitter and you shook it away from your head, taking a deep breath before marching inside, being extra careful to close the door behind you silently and creep up to your room.

You'd make it there and shut your eyes and push the world away for the night. You could do that. That wasn't impossible.

As softly as possible, you close the door to your room, exhaling in relief in the dark before rubbing at your eyes.

Your whole body ached and was screaming for your bed, for something familiar and safe to hide yourself away in, when a little light illuminated the room along with a short buzz.

Your phone.

With 87 missed calls and 32 unopened text messages with the latest one from 'Purple Sub'.

"Sweet dreams."

You smile and lock your phone before accidentally opening any messages and risking leaving anyone on read, even if it was just worried messages from when you were first captured and you were sure they weren't expecting you to reply now...