The next day, my mother and I returned to see Dr. Maki. She is very nice, just like mother said she is. I am sitting in her office waiting for the two of them to return. I am not sure what they needed to discuss privately, but they have been gone for quite a while now.
I cautiously stood and maneuvered blindly towards the door. Slipping, thankfully, unnoticed by nurses standing close by. I could hear them talking, still. I kept my hand sliding against the wall beside me, guiding me to who knows where.
I guess I didn't really think this through. I have only been here once, so I have no idea the layout of this hospital. I think I am lost.
I start to listen out to find someone to help me back to Dr. Maki's office. That's when I heard the doctor and my mother's voices around the corner.
"-way to stop it?" My ears perked at my mother's frantic tone. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Midoriya. But there really is nothing I can do to heal you." Dr. Maki's voice sounded sad.
Heal my mother? Is she sick?
"But what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to tell him? My son is dying! I can't tell him that soon he will have to go through that alone!" My mother's voice exclaimed in a high pitch.
It was quiet for a moment while my mother tried to calm herself down.
I don't want my mother to die! I don't want to die alone! What does this all mean?
My foot shifted a bit loudly, causing both of them to look towards the corner I was hiding in. My hands shot up to cover my mouth as I held my breath. They soon returned to their conversation, but none of their words reached my ringing ears.
I quickly spun around, running blindly through the hallways. Barely acknowledging the shadows that I bumped into on the way. Tears falling uncontrollably at this new revelation.
I suddenly ran into something hard and fell backwards. Honestly, I am surprised it didn't happen sooner. I didn't try to stand back up. I just pulled my legs to my chest and rocked back and forth.
"Do you need help, little boy?" a frail, female voice asked as soon as an annoying squeaking came to an abrupt halt beside me.
"My name is Riko, little one. What is your name?"
I stayed in my spot still rocking, trying to calm down. "I-I'm Midoriya. Midoriya, Izuku." I mumbled out.
"Ah, nice to meet you Izuku! Are you here visiting someone?" the kind lady inquired. I shook my head slowly. "No ma'am. I am here seeing the doctor." I replied after a pause.
"Oh, well I do hope it is nothing too serious. You are so young, with so much life still ahead of you." I bowed my head sadly. Riko's demeanor changed from my small admission. "Oh, I see. Well, life really is not fair sometimes. I am so sorry, Izuku. If you ever need someone to talk to, you can always find me here. I practically live at this hospital. Just ask directions from a nurse." I nodded my head silently.
Her hand touched my arm sympathetically, attempting to pull me to my feet. "Come on now. I am sure you were trying to find your way back, right?" Riko said when I didn't move. I sniffled before bringing myself to my feet, standing awkwardly in the hallway. I was unsure of the direction I was facing, and even more unsure of which direction I needed to walk in.
"Do you remember what room you were in, Izuku?" Riko's kind, frail voice asked from beside me. I nodded my head. "It was Dr. Maki's office." I whispered. A squeaking sound filled my ears when she started moving beside me. She chuckled.
"Sorry for this noisy old thing. I swear I have had this same wheelchair forever, but I just can't seem to part with the old thing." she informed me with a cheerful tone. "So sad I will be the one departing from it soon." Riko's voice had turned melancholy for a moment before turning me around.
We headed down a hallway. Voices of chattering nurses, quick footsteps, and Riko's squeaky wheels filled my ears. Occasionally a voice from a speaker calling a doctor could be heard. We walked for a few minutes before Riko slowed to a stop and pulled my arm to stop me from walking.
"Emi, dear! How are you doing today?" Riko exclaimed after walking us into a room. "I was just bringing this sweet child back to your office."
Footsteps echoed loudly running up to me. "Oh my god, Izuku! Where did you go?! I was so worried!" My mother breathed out while grabbing me by the shoulders. She pulled me into a hug, clinging to me. "Don't ever do that again! Do you understand?" I could hear how worried I made her.
"I'm sorry mama. I didn't mean to worry you." I said quietly. I could feel her tears on her cheek when her face brushed against my neck. I really didn't mean to worry her.
Maybe I will just keep it to myself about what I overheard. She will tell me when she is ready. Right?
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Take My Life (Sick AU)
FanfictionWhen Izuku was four he thought he never received his quirk. Despite trying many things, it became clear he could not do anything. Even going to the doctor, it was unclear and he was assumed quirkless. On top of being quirkless his health kept declin...