If I were in My Hero Academia- Redo

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(VOMIT WARNING)
"So, Aria. What exactly happened?" Detective tsukauchi asked, sitting in a chair beside my bed.
"I was kidnapped by the league of villains"
"And they let you go?"
"No, we escaped"
Tsukauchi looked at Aizawa.
"We?"
"Yeah. Hawks and Aizawa and Bakugou were there too"
"I don't know what happened either, someone probably broke into my house and kidnapped me as well. Same would probably go for Hawks and Bakugou"
"I wasn't kidnapped from my house"
"We know, you were taken off the streets"
"My parents made negotiations with the league, they gave me to them. Willingly. They talked about it right in front of my eyes and ears. I don't hallucinate, I'm not a schizophrenic. I know that sounds weird but I can't have schizophrenia. It's a psychological disorder, I am not Messed up. I am, I am, but you mean" I tried to explain, but it came out wrong. "Forget everything I just said"
"No, that's alright. What happened while you were there?"
"Well, they shot me, obviously"
"But you weren't assaulted in any other way?"
"What? Getting shot is-? Ohhhh. No, I wasn't"
"Are you sure?"
"I mean, I was passed out for quite a while throughout the week I was there" I said. "But otherwise, I'm sure I wasn't"
"Alright. And who exactly is Cayden to you?" Tsukauchi asked. " Is he your brother? A friend?"
"A brother? We resemble each other? But no, we're just friends"
"Alright, did anything else happen there?"
Shit.
"No, not that I can remember"
I just lied to a cop.
I just lied to a cop.
I'm gonna go to jail.
Fuck I messed up.
I always mess up.
Aizawa stared at me intensely, giving me a look that screamed "if you don't tell this bitch, I will"
"As a matter of fact, I do remember something" I said.
"Ah, and what would that be?"
"I tried to overdose" I said, mumbling overdose.
Aizawa still stared at me.
"What?"
"I tried to overdose" I said again, still mumbling overdose.
"I can't hear you?"
"I tried to overdose!"
"Oh"
I began to cry.
"I didn't want to live anymore. I just wanted to die, not because I'm suicidal, but because I wanted to go home. I'm not from this universe. And everyone cares too much about me" I cried, my words making little sense. "Hawks and Dabi saved my life"
"What?!"
"I'm sorry for not telling you" I apologized.
"You do understand what this means, right?"
"I do"
"I'll talk to someone, you guys can stay here"
I wiped the tears from my face, still crying.
I looked at my monitor. 
High pulse.
Low blood pressure.
"You don't need to cry about it"
"I'm an emotional kid, deal with it"
"Alright, whatever you say"
I calmed down.
"Why do you get so emotional about things?"
"I hate talking to people. I also hate taking the blame"
"It's not your fault, Aria"
"Then who's is it?"
"I don't know"
"Then why shouldn't I blame myself?"
"Because you didn't cause it"
"But I messed up the timeline, didn't I?"
"What timeline?"
"What happened while I was gone?"
"We rescued a girl named Eri"
"Season five"
"What?"
"There are six current seasons, and if that happened-"
"What? What is happening?"
"Nothing. Nothing happens. Just another few events" I lied.
If I tell him, I mess up the entire timeline. Then I mess everything up.
Tsukauchi walked back in with a nurse.
"We're taking her off morphine, if she's a drug risk, we don't take chances"
"What!?" I asked.
"You may want to leave"
"Do we have to leave?"
"Well, he has to" the nurse pointed at tsukauchi.
"Alright then. I'll see you when we get more Intel"
Then he left.
That was fast.
I couldn't tell the morphine was gone at first.
But then the pain slowly crept back. 
After about an hour, I was panting, trying to alleviate the pain.
But nothing would help.
I felt like shit.
And Aizawa could tell.
"I don't think it's fair that they took the painkillers away. Even if you're at drug seeking risk. You're young"
I tried calming down.
"Not helping!"
My pulse spiked up, the alarm didn't go off.
"Why isn't that alarm going off?!"
"What alarm?"
"The one that beeps if your pulse is too high or too low! It goes the same for your blood pressure! One hundred and twenty isn't fucking Normal!"
"Isn't it? You're in a lot of pain, aren't you?"
"Yeah, that's the problem!"
"What the hell do you want me to do about it?"
"I don't know"
"Well make up your mind, because I'm leaving soon"
"In how long?"
"Ten minutes at the least? Cayden is at my house right now, I'll be surprised if he's still there"
"You can go right now, I really don't care. I just want to be alone for right now"
"Alright then, I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, but do you have my phone?"
"No. I'll ask Cayden if he's seen it"
"Okay"
"Bye"
"Bye"
He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.
After he left, I somehow felt worse.
But maybe it's the distraction from the pain.
I'm smart, I should know this. Shouldn't I?
The alarms aren't going off anymore.
They've only gone off if my pulse goes over 180 or below 60.
It hasn't gone below 60.
It's gone over 120, and the alarms went off.
"I never should have opened the boxes" I repeated to myself over and over again, trying to think about something other than the pain.
I looked at my wrist, thinking that it would be infinite, or I haven't died yet.
"What the hell" I whispered to myself, my voice breathy.
Instead of a number or a sign, nothing was there.
Nothing.
"Ohhh, wrong wrist"
I looked at my other wrist.
"Well, shit"
Nothing.
"Am I already dead?"
I looked at my stomach.
"That's not good either"
Blood was seeping through my gown, the dark red staining the light blue.
I don't want to tell anyone.
I can't die anyways.
But If nothing's on my wrist.
Maybe this is my last life.
I hear the beeping of the monitor, my pulse is almost 110.
When I look at it, it spiked up to 130.
Goddamn white coat syndrome.
Nobody came.
Nobody ever came.
Not until I was in the late 150's.
Then I could feel myself getting more and more exhausted.
Why wasn't I exhausted before?
"What'll happen now?" I asked as a nurse came in my room, thinking I was just in pain.
Her eyes widened at the sight of my bloody gown.
"Yeah, I didn't do anything that might have caused it"
She left, then came back with a medicine cup.
"Oral Zolpidem. You'll be out like a light"
"I'm not five, you don't need to talk to me like I am. It's for insomnia. I don't have insomnia"
"Right, but it's either that, or we put you in a-"
"Medically induced coma"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
I pointed to my head.
"Brains" I smiled, grabbing the cup.
"Here-"
I had already taken the pill dry.
"Alright, take a sip of water so you digest it properly"
I took a sip of water, swallowing it.
I waited a second.
"I'm gonna throw up"
I held my stomach, the vomit already coming back up my throat.
But it's not vomit.
It's blood.
The nurse grabbed a vomit bowl from a cabinet below a sink.
"Here"
I threw up, sure enough it was blood.
"Oh my"
She looked at the bowl, looking at the little chunks of Zolpidem, mixed with A deep and dark red.
"I have to go talk to someone, alright?"
She promptly left.
Everyone always leaves.
Why?
Because something's always happening that involves having to leave.
A reasonable reason.
I watched the clock tick for so long, my eyes began to hurt.
I closed my eyes, hoping to not see the nurse standing above me when I wake up, staring at me intensely with Propofol.