𝔸 𝔾𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕆𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖 💥𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕦𝔻𝕖𝕜𝕦💥

Endless Trials

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Chapter 6

The faint sound of a machine beeping reached Katsuki's ears, jolting him awake from his sleep-induced haze. The sterile scent of antiseptics filled his nostrils, and he slowly opened his heavy eyelids. Blinking groggily, he surveyed his surroundings, realizing he was in a small hospital room. A TV loomed in front, and to the left, seats, a coffee table, and a window. A cascade of get-well cards and vibrant flowers lined the windowsill.

His eyes shifted downward, taking in the intrusive oxygen mask clinging to his face. A web of tubes snaked from his right side to a complex patient monitoring setup. Numbers flickered on the machine's screen, accompanied by beeps, cataloging his heartbeat and breaths. Trying to sit up brought a wince of pain. A futile attempt, his body a leaden shell, sluggish and aching.

His left arm encased, bandages wrapping his battered frame. The last thing he remembered was hitching a ride on Iida's back; anything past that was a blur of chaos. But memories of everything before that came crashing in as he remembered holding Deku's lifeless body.

The memory hit him hard, a wave of grief crashing over him. The beeping on the monitors seemed to spike in response, as if echoing the erratic rhythm of his own heart. Katsuki's breath caught in his throat, his chest tightening with an overwhelming surge of emotions. He remembered the weight of Deku's limp body in his arms, the desperation to bring him back, the crushing realization he might be gone—did he really lose Izuku?

Panic slithered in, a cold finger tracing his spine. He frantically searched for any sign of Izuku's presence in the room, half-expecting to see him lying on the adjacent bed. The room, however, held only the sterile hum of medical equipment, and the emptiness intensified the ache in Katsuki's heart.

"Deku," he mutters, half a prayer, half a curse. The room felt stifling, the walls closing in on him as he grappled with the uncertainty of Izuku's fate. Katsuki's hands clenched around the edges of the bedsheet, his breathing growing shallower with each passing second.

Attempting to sit up, the door swung open, and All Might strolled in, Izuku's "Quirk Analysis" journal and coffee in hand. Oblivious, he sipped casually until his eyes met Katsuki's. Startled, he nearly choked on his coffee.

"Young Bakugo! "You're awake!" he said through his coughing fit. Katsuki didn't say anything as he hurried over and placed his things on the table.

"I'm going to get the nurse; hold on," he said before dashing out of the room, leaving Katsuki in a state of bewilderment.

"Deku..." Katsuki croaked His throat felt dry and scratchy, causing him to croak. A slight cough followed, exacerbating his discomfort. All Might paused at the door upon hearing Katsuki's voice, his hand resting on the doorknob.

"We'll talk about that when I come back," he said softly before disappearing outside.

Fuck this.

Gritting his teeth, Katsuki attempted to free himself from the confines of the bed, only to be stopped by the tightly wound bandages. A frustrated "tsk" escaped his lips as he strained, muscles protesting against the weight of his injuries. Each move felt like dragging himself through molasses, an unwelcome sluggishness consuming him.

Moments later, the door swung open once more, revealing the figure of All Might accompanied by Aizawa Sensei and a nurse. The nurse immediately approached Katsuki, conducting a quick once-over and bombarding him with a series of medical questions. Impatience gnawed at Katsuki as he struggled to provide answers.