Ghost - an MHA fanfiction

Deku the NO.1 hero

When I surface from blackness, I can hear beeping and murmuring voices. The light is blinding and my ears are ringing.

Where am I?

Am I in the hospital?

My eyes eventually adjust to the brightness, and I look around. I am indeed in a hospital bed, a tube attached to my right arm, pumping some kind of fluid. The sight makes my brain cells momentarily deep fry themselves.

Oh god, oh god, oh god. How did this happen?

I swiftly sit up, wincing as my spine throbs.

One of the doctors by the door looks up, sees the panic written all over my face, and raises his hands as if to say, it's alright.

But it is definitely not alright.

He sits down on a chair beside my bed, his kind, wrinkled face tentative as he watches me hyperventilate. I can't be the first nerve-crazy patient he's had to deal with, right? This is a freaking hospital.

"How are you feeling, Ms Akiyami?"

I nod slowly, not sure what message it's supposed to convey.

"W-what happened?"

"You don't remember?" He swipes up a notebook from the side table and scribbles something onto it. "Nothing at all?"

I strain my memory. The last thing I can clearly remember is leaving work and then following that guy-

"OH FUCK!"

The doctor grimaces. "Yes, I suppose that is a fair reaction."

I found a secret underground black market. I nearly died from using my quirk. I was alone on the street with no shoes. I saw Red Riot nearly die. I knocked out two men double my size. I saved Red Rio-

"How is he?" I blurt. Last I remember, he had a knife in his gut.

The doctor once again raises his hands as though I'm some wild animal that needs to be tamed. "Eijiro Kirishima is quite alright, I'll assure you. He suffered severe stomach wounds but it won't affect his short or long-term health. It would have been much more serious if Deku had gotten to your location any later. But you should thank yourself. If you hadn't fought off those villains, he'd be dead."

"D-Deku?"

And suddenly, the voice on the other end of the phone echoes in my mind. The kind steadiness and the way I could almost see the smile lines on the guy's face, despite him not actually being there. I've heard that voice in famous hero interviews. That was... Deku.

He saved me.

"How long until I can leave?' I ask quietly.

The doctor frowns and studies the documents he'd had under his arm. "You have no major injuries. Just fatigue. My guess is you'll be set in just a couple of hours. Thanks to our technology, your friend Red Riot will be too."

"Oh, good," I breathe, a smile finding its way onto my face. I'm so glad that the hero who showed me such kindness is alright.

Especially when I nearly died for him.

The thought makes a small burst of laughter manically escape my lips. Selfishness is fun when you don't really mean it.

"When can I get this goddamn tube out of me?" I ask, prodding the thick, plastic thing in my arm. The skin around it feels completely numb.

"The procedure to remove it can happen right now, I suppose," the doctor says, rising to his feet. "Unless you want to rest, of course?"

I immediately shake my head. "I'll get out of here as soon as I can, thanks."