If I were in My Hero Academia- Redo

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"What's a little girl like you doing all alone out here?" A voice called out.
Where am I?
I turned around, the grocery bags rustling with every turn I made.
When did I get groceries?
I heard footsteps coming towards me, and I watched as a black figure came into view, holding something I couldn't recognize.
"Who are you?" I asked the figure.
"That's not important. What is important is for you to keep your mouth shut and not move"
I don't understand.
"What-?" I asked, getting cut off when the figure held up the object, pointing it right at me.
I recognize the object now.
It's a .38 caliber gun.
This feels like Deja Vu.
Euphoria.
This is the day I get kidnapped.
Am I dreaming?
This has to be a dream.
I analyzed the person.
I already know it's Toga.
But I have to stay the way I did, previously.
I only know the name of the gun because I did a project on van Gogh, and he committed suicide with the exact type gun. 
"Let's make this easy for both of us, shall we?" The figure asked once more, before taking the safety off the gun. "Any last words?"
"I know it's you, Toga"
"What?" She asked.
"I know that you're Toga, and you're not gonna kill me. You're gonna kidnap me where you can torture me with guns and knifes and starve me"
"And how do you know this?"
"Because this is just a dream"
"This is not a dream, Aria. This is real"
"It can't be. I'm in a hospital bed right now, asleep and dreaming"
"Oh, but you're wrong. Anyways, you can pull the trigger, I really could care less"
"Fuck, do you mean it?"
"You said it yourself, let's make it easy for both of us, shall we?"
"Holy shit" He said. "Are you suicidal or something?"
I laughed.
"I wanna be a diagnostician when I grow up"
"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" They asked, scared.
"In the art of diagnosis, you will make mistakes. You learn to help people. Most people who enter the field enter because they wanna help people. I only wanna join the field to work with infectious disease"
"I'm still very confused "
"Define persuasive"
"I don't fucking know what that means!"
"Authority?"
"No, but I do know one word"
"What is it?" I asked. "Kill?"
The shadow melted into a girl, blonde buns and yellow eyes.
Toga.
"Bang" She said.
I woke up panting, I was still in the hospital.
"It was all a dream" I told myself. "it was all a dream"
I looked to the side of me and saw the figure from my deja Vu dream.
"What the-"
The figure pulled the gun out again, pointing it right between my eyes.
"Let's make it easy for the both of us, shall we?"
I nodded, skeptical that this was real.
"Any last words?"
"No, I'm good to go"
The trigger was pulled.
My ears rung.
I woke up again.
I looked around the room, looking for anyone.
Nobody was there.
Just me.
The door opened.
I quickly turned my head to the source of the noise.
"Oh, you're awake. We're doing tests today, since we didn't do them yesterday"
I nodded.
"Are you alright? You look a little pale"
"I'm fine, I just had a bad dream"
"Ah, I remember when I used to have those"
"Yeah, used to"
"First we're giving you an MRI to see the blood flow in your stomach"
"Alright"
"You have visitors, so they'll come in to see you. Then after they leave we'll do the MRI"
"Okay"
He left.
Why do they all leave so fast?
A knock on the door. Again.
"The French are back" someone said from outside of the room.
"Come in, Charles De Gaulle" I said with a French accent.
The door opened, Cayden walked in without Aizawa.
"Where's Aizawa?"
"Outside, petting a stray cat"
"Typical. Anyways, how's your elbow?"
"Well, it was weird"
"Yeah, are you traumatized?"
"Nooooo, but you would have been"
"Probably"
"So what's new with you?"
"I'm getting an MRI after you leave. Aizawa forced me to rat myself out to the police. And now I'm sitting in a pool of blood"
"You're not covered in blood?"
"From what you can see, yeah"
"I don't get it"
"You will someday"
"Wait, Aizawa made you eat yourself out to the police?"
"Yeah"
"What about?"
"Trying to kill myself with Vicodin"
"Oh yeah, I saw you on the news last night at that guy's house"
"Oh shit, im public?"
"Yeah, I hear people talking about you on the streets!"
"Fuck. Kill Me now"
"No, I don't think I will"
"I'll pay you?"
"Why would I need cash here?"
"I don't know"
There was an awkward moment of silence.
With each second, the pain grew.
"They tried to put me to sleep for a while but jokes on them because I couldn't digest it"
The silence remained.
Cayden kinda just stood frozen there.
"Hello?" I asked. "Cayden?"
"Huh?"
"You were staring off into space for a while there, buddy. Did you sleep at all?"
"No"
"Yeah, go back with Aizawa an take a nap or something on his couch. You need it"
"Well I slept, but not a lot"
"Well okay, but let's assume that there's two options, tied. One being that you're just tired, the other option being that you're experiencing some time sickness thing like I did. And still are"
"And what would that sickness be?"
"Well for me, it was throwing up blood. For you, it could be absence seizures"
"I like seizure better"
"Cayden!"
"What?"
"No! No seizures!"
"Why"
"Because I am already in the hospital, you don't need to be here with me"
"Yeah, alright. I'll take your word for it "
"Why wouldn't you?"
"Because you're in the hospital. Usually people in the hospital don't think straight"
"I remember exactly how long the Hamilton musical is on Disney plus"
"Oh yeah?"
"Try me. Two hours, forty minutes, and fifteen seconds. With a one minute intermission"
"And what's your favorite song?"
"I couldn't decide between You'll Be Back or Non-stop"
"Couldn't?"
"No Disney plus in 3000, is there?"
"No"
"Then no"
"No wha-"
A doctor walked in.
"Kid, you need to leave" the doctor said.
"What the hell is happening?" Cayden asked.
"Yeah, what's happening?"
"We need to get you that MRI, yesterday"
"Ah shit, I'm going to die, aren't I"
"No, we just need to get the MRI''
"Alright, bye Cayden, I'll see you in hell"