saudade [Bakugou K. X reader] [Book two]

[T W E N T Y - F I V E]

[Song recommendation: I Can't Handle Change --- ROAR ]

[Warning: severe angst, slight gore(?), reader pops off]

[Chapter Twenty-Five]

My father was covered in burns; some worse than others. I could see the searing across his skin, mixed with dirt, ash, and soot. It was smeared over his face and his clothes. I could see the blood that was scattered around his body, but he wasn't crying because of his injuries.

He cradled my mother's body to his chest, his arms wrapped around her waist and her shoulders. Her eyes were closed, and she was also covered in burns and ash, though, she was unconscious. I hoped that's all she was. But the longer I stood there, the more I felt my hope fade away. My father rocked back and forth, his face pressed into her neck as his entire body shook.

My legs buckled under me. I fell to my knees, my lips parted in shock. No. This wasn't right. This was a dream, right? Someone was going to come, right? A hero would save her, wouldn't they? A paramedic? A firefighter? Someone would come and save her, right?

WHY WASN'T I SAVING HER?!

I scrambled to my feet and ran forward. I didn't care about the pain that shot up my arm when I tried to catch myself from tripping. I didn't care about the stray flames that nipped at my skin, or the things that were cutting my skin.

"MOM!"

My father's head snapped up. I saw his eyes widen before they fell heavy, his eyebrows lacing together in distress. I dropped to my knees and scooped her from his arms before looking around. I carried her through the rubble as my father followed after me, whispering my mother's name over and over again. I carefully laid her on the sidewalk and knelt beside her.

"A.D.A," I whispered. "Give me something."

"There's no pulse. You need to begin CPR now."

"H-How?"

"Place one hand over the other and lace your fingers together. Place them on her chest over her heart and begin to push down. Lock your elbows and continue this until I say stop."

I did as she said, ignoring the pain in my arm as I did so. I looked down at my mother's face, waiting for something—anything.

"You need to push harder, Y/n. You have to put enough force to get her heart started."

I tightened my jaw and did as told. After doing it thirty times, A.D.A instructed me to give mouth-to-mouth, then repeat the same thing. I could feel tears stinging the corner of my eyes. Why wasn't it working?

"Dad!" I said, making him drop to her other side. "I need to get oxygen to her. Keep doing this. O-Okay?"

He nodded and took over doing chest compressions. I turned and ran back to the burned home. I began to throw things aside, wincing and biting back cries from the force against my arm as I moved beams and broken pieces of the house away. When I found the small earpiece on the ground, untouched by all, I snatched it and ran back to my mother's side.