If I were in My Hero Academia- Redo

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I blacked out.
A white room, white bed.
I was in a hospital bed.
My hospital bed.
"Oh shit, that's bright" I said, my eyes watering from the blinding hospital white.
The hospital white is supposed to make you feel a sense of cleanliness and peace.
I was in a coma for a few hours.
A few hours.
That's not a coma, that's a nap.
"You're awake?"
"Yeah, why else would my eyes be open and why else would I be talking to myself?"
"It's just been a while"
"Only a few hours, I guess"
"Oh no, honey" The nurse laughed. "It's been a few days"
"What" My jaw dropped.
"It only felt like a few hours to you?"
"You put me in a medically induced coma, so I could heal from my terrible, terrible injuries I've sustained. Without my consent"
"Oh, Your dad agreed to it"
"He probably did" I murmured.
"Anyways, we took the bullets out, you're stable enough to be out of your room"
"I shouldn't be. It's only been a few days?"
"Your body is able to heal faster than others. You should be able to return home in about two weeks if we put you back in one"
"For another week, yeah"
"Are you in any pain?"
"Yeah, I am"
"Where does it hurt?"
"It hurts to breathe"
"That's normal, the bullet pierced through your left lung"
"I know, but you still haven't given me morphine"
"We can't. You're a drug seeking risk"
"I'm eleven, that was because I didn't want to be there anymore, I was kidnapped"
"We know. We can't take chances, regardless of age "
"So you'd deny an infant pain relief if they had previously taken drugs?"
"An infant is different than-"
"Yeah, because I'm able to process information better, I have all my motor skills developed, I've hit all of my developmental milestones, I've got some hand-eye coming, I'm older, I have more of a pain tolerance. I'm more physically developed than an infant, that doesn't mean I can handle more pain than one, I can barely walk even without my injuries that's how clumsy I am. I'm more morally developed than an infant, I still make bad choices. I'm more socially developed than an infant, I didn't have more than two friends until I started middle school. I'm more emotionally developed than an infant, I can't balance my emotions. I'm practically an infant at this point"
"You're growing and going through the unimaginable. It's normal for you to experience these regressions"
"No. A regression is what my brother had before we found out he had autism"
"Define regression"
"A reverse in progression. For my brother, he stopped walking and began crawling again. He stopped talking. Regression is going back from your previous state"
"Not the medical rant I thought you'd give"
"Nope"
"Well, I suppose we could get you out of bed and walking. Build some strength back after not doing things or walking or moving around for a while"
"I don't think I can"
"Your stitches are out, you should be fine"
"Already?"
"Your body heals faster"
"Oh yeah"
"Shall we?"
"Yeah, I guess"
I sighed, removing my blanket.
To my surprise, nothing was wrong.
She detached a few things from me, leaving only the IVs.
It felt weird only having an IV.
Strange.
It was on wheels, easy to walk around with.
"Wait, this is a different room"
"It is"
"And this is a different bed"
"It is"
"I'm in a different hospital, aren't I?"
"We had you transferred here, we're more specialized"
"Yeah right, I betcha never had a kid who got shot three times"
"I have not. I actually don't think this hospital has had a case of that in a few years. Maybe even a decade!"
"I'm eleven, not five. Talk to me like I'm your coworker"
She turned around from what she was doing.
"Coworker, huh?"
"I can take you"
"What is it called when you throw up blood?"
"Pshaw"
"What?"
"Haematemesis! I experienced it myself, I know this shit"
"Hey, no swearing"
"Alright, alright"
"What's your favorite word?"
"I can't decide between polymorphic light eruption, pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanocoviosis, or that one thing where you get high off of mouldy rye bread"
"I've never heard of that"
"Yeah, I forgot what it was called"
The nurse held her hand out for me to grab.
I grabbed it, sliding out of the bed.
She walked with me to the hallways, explaining where everything is.
"And that room is the MRI room. That room is one of the ORs, that one is the radiation room" she continued on for about a half hour.
"What about that one?"
"That's the morgue"
Morgue.
Dead people.
I hate morgues.
I'll be dead one day.
Maybe it'll be tomorrow at 2:26.
Who knows?
Not me.
There was an earsplitting Sound through the air.
Click CLICK CLICK
The second and third clicks were louder than the other click.
"Attention staff and patients, a phone has been found in the waiting room, black case, navy blue phone, lock screen is a bunch of children in what looks like an arcade, and the last opened app was messages, texting someone by the name of Emo man"
Shasta.
I let go of her hand, walking towards the front desk.
"Can I help you?" The woman asked.
I stood on my tippy toes.
It still feels weird breathing.
"That's my phone" I said, the counter being just below my head.
"You're Jamie ______?"
"Nah, the phone is in my dad's name. I'm Aria _______"
"Alright, let me get that for you"
She Handed me the phone, the screen still as cracked as it was before.
No bullet holes, Shigaraki didn't shoot it.
"Thank you"
Then I walked back to the nurse.
"That's your phone?"
"Yeah, it checks out"
I closed Aizawa's texts, opening cayden's.
I pressed the call button.
Voicemail.
"Hey Cayden, I'm not dead yet"
I hung up the phone, leaving him a questionable voicemail.
The nurse took my phone, she said she was putting it in my room.
I believe her, she's nice.
As she walked back, I watched the other people pass by me.
Nobody really stood out from the rest.
Except for one person, of course.
That hoeass doctor with all the wrinkles and baldness.
One of the nurses was a furry.
Oh shit.
I'm in Jako city.
I'm in that weird ass hospital that Shigaraki is in for season six.
I'm going to die, I already lied to a cop.
I lied to a cop.
I'm gonna go to jail before I die.
I'll die in my cell, I'll stay in my bed all day, nobody will think anything of it.
My nickname will be scarry. Because I have a lot of scars.
Or doctor. Because I know too much.
Or freak. Bakugou would approve.
Or Aria, unlikely.
"Are you okay?" The nurse asked, interrupting my thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm just thinking"
"Should we continue with the tour?"
"Am I in Jako city hospital?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"Just a wild guess"
"Are you sure? That was oddly specific"
"Wild guess "
She continued showing me where everything was, we made it all the up to the top floor.
"And there's another operating room"
"Typical"
"A few offices"
"Typical"
"A consultation room"
"I can't imagine the conversations that go on in there"
"Patient rooms"
"Typical"
"The physical therapy room"
"Yeah, that's pretty normal"
"Why wouldn't it be?"
"Huh? Oh, I'm just talking to myself"
"Oh. That's the other patient rooms"
Yup, that's really normal.
"Emergency exit"
There has to be one, normal.
"And that's the room where they keep things"
What things, Sharron.
"What things do they keep in there?"
"Blood samples, it's where our hazmat bins are too.
"Huh"
Why would it be on the very top floor?
This is suspicious.
They probably fed that shit to Shigaraki, that's why he's so overpowered.
"Oh, I also forgot to show you, but I missed part of the first floor"
"Oh, that's alright"
We kept walking, my legs began to feel tired, but I ignored it. Walking is good for you.
We went down the elevator, the motion making me feel weird.
Weird.
"Just to the left"
I saw two big double doors.
I opened them.
It was a little open space.
There was a table, a few chairs, and a bench.
"Do you wanna go out?"
"The outside world hurts me"
"Allergies?"
"Yeah"
I shut the door, the air lingered in my sinuses, making me sneeze.
"There might be something wrong if you're that heavily affected by the outside"
"No, it runs in my family. My uncle is practically allergic to anything that's green. Grass included"
"That happens sometimes"
I stepped back, my IV rattles against the metal stand.
It was getting harder to breathe.
Did they stitch my lung?
Can you stitch a lung?
"I feel weird" I said, my words more breathy.
I started panting, trying to keep up with my heart.
My legs gave out, I collapsed to the ground.
The cold, hard ground.
I lay on my back, still panting.
I was still conscious, but my eyelids fluttered as if I were to pass out.
"Aria, are you okay?" The nurse asked, sitting down to the side of me.
"I can't breathe" I replied, my chest getting tighter.
I squeezed my eyes shut, maybe passing out will make the pain go away.
I feel two warm fingers on my neck.
"Pulse is one twenty"
She stood up.
"I need an endotracheal tube, she can't breathe on her own"
I could hear footsteps rushing towards me, I could feel blood coming up from my throat.
I tried to suppress it, as I didn't want to be covered in blood again.
I swallowed it, but it didn't leave a taste in my mouth like it usually does.
I felt myself being turned over, my mouth being forcefully opened.
I could feel the endotracheal tube getting shoved down my throat, the feeling made my eyes water.
A machine was breathing for me.
But the blood in my throat just got pushed into my lungs.
I'm going to get pneumonia.
But it's not like it matters anymore.
All I saw was the red inside of my eyelids.
It was over.
But I can't die.
I'm stuck here forever.
Stuck with the guilt that I have to suffer through this hell.