•Unwanted Life• (Omegaverse) -Bakudeku-

Chapter Twenty Four

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□■Warnings■□

●Slight violence○
○Talk about C.S.A●
●Kinda awkward, but it's not bad○
○Good Gore●

This was an extremely hard chapter for me to write, it's not as horrible as some of the other chapters here, but it's still bad. I hate themes where children are harmed.

Izuku's Pov:

★January 13th★

As I walked into my station, the familiar scent of disinfectant filled the air, mingling with the nervous energy that seemed to buzz within the walls. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a clinical glow over the room. There, standing near my desk, was my boss, Mr. Williams, a no-nonsense man known for his stern demeanor and unwavering dedication to patient care.

"Hello Izuku," he greeted me with a brisk nod. His voice carried a tinge of urgency, causing my brows to furrow in concern. "Oh, hello Mr. Williams," I responded, trying to match his serious tone.

Without wasting any time, he got straight to business. "Hey kid, we have an important patient that I need you to attend to," he informed me, his eyes filled with a mixture of gravity and concern.

I nodded, preparing myself for the task at hand. "Oh, yes. Room 234, right?" I asked, mentally reviewing the patient's file in my mind.

Mr. Williams shook his head, his expression growing more solemn. "No, actually. We have the child of a pro hero in room 230. She was unfortunately molested, and we need you as the head doctor to go check up on her," he revealed, his voice heavy with the weight of the situation.

My heart sank at his words, a mixture of sorrow and anger welling up within me. "Oh my," I said, my voice barely a whisper as my mind grappled with the horrifying reality of the situation.

"Yeah, I need you to go as soon as possible," Mr. Williams urged, his gaze holding mine. "Which hero?" I managed to ask, my throat suddenly dry.

As Mr. Williams uttered the name "Dynamite," time seemed to stand still for a moment. My husband, who I hadn't seen in two long and agonizing years, was here? The rush of emotions hit me like a tidal wave, sweeping me into a whirlwind of memories and unresolved feelings. The weight of his presence, combined with the shocking revelation that the patient had been molested, sent a bolt of panic coursing through my veins.

My voice trembled as I asked, "Did you say molested?" The sheer gravity of those words hung heavy in the air, causing the chatter of my colleagues to slowly fade away. Their curious gazes fixed upon me, sensing the urgency and distress in my voice.

Mr. Williams, his usually stern features softened, approached me with genuine concern etched upon his face. "Yes, Izuku. Are you okay?" he inquired, his voice laced with empathy.

My mind raced, desperately trying to process the bewildering chain of events. "Who?" I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper, fear and disbelief intertwining within me.

Confusion flickered across Mr. Williams' expression, his concern deepening. "What do you mean who?" he responded, his eyes searching mine for answers. The room around us grew hushed, everyone now fully captivated by the unfolding drama.

Summoning every ounce of strength, I mustered the courage to vocalize the question that haunted me. "What is the patient's name?" I implored, my voice quivering with anticipation and dread.