Electro-Punk Love, a Kamijirou story

Chapter 19: Impotence.

Jirou: *crying* It's all my fault...- It's the only thing Jirou had said since she called Aizawa Sensei.

She was sitting in the waiting room, Kaminari had already been admitted to the ER. She was holding the Pikachu plushie tight, no force in the universe could win against the grip she had on the little yellow toy. Her tears flowed down her cheeks and fell like raindrops over the floor. She was still covered by the red chequered shirt of the blonde, that simple piece of clothing was enough to keep her warm, not only literally; but metaphorically. That shirt still had his scent and that gave Jirou hope and certainty that everything would be okay.

The doors of the ER open wide, and the tired-looking teacher arrives with Recovery Girl by his side.

Aizawa: Jirou!!! Are you okay?! Where's Kaminari?- He asked her. The purple-haired girl said nothing, she didn't even looked up. She only pointed her finger towards the ER, telling them the doctors were already treating him.

Recovery Girl: I'll go ahead, let's hope It's not too bad.- The old lady said.

Aizawa: Alright.- Recovery Girl entered the ER looking for the doctors treating the electric guy. Aizawa looked back at Jirou and kneeled to her level, placing his right hand on her shoulder.

Aizawa: Tell me what happened...-He said with a soft voice

Jirou:  *crying* It's all my fault...-She was a broken record at this point.

Aizawa: Jirou, I can't help you two if you don't tell me.

Jirou was reluctant, her face was swollen and her eyes hurt from crying for so long nonstop. She tried calming down to give her teacher a proper answer.

Jirou: W-We were on t-the store a-and t-this villain came in and we a-attack him, t-then we left b-but the villain escaped a-and he charged into K-Kaminari with full f-force and then...- Tears started to overflow once again. Aizawa didn't understand half of the story, but he knew that whatever happened was just an unfortunate incident.

Aizawa: It's alright Jirou, you didn't do anything wrong.- But Kyoka said otherwise, she broke down right there, launching into his teacher's arms and hugging him in despair.

Jirou: IT'S MY FAULT!!! It's all my fucking fault...I'm sorry Sensei. If I had been more focused, I could have heard the villain approaching with my quirk and Denki could have reacted in time and none of this would have happened. I'm sorry Mr. Aizawa...I'm a failure, I couldn't even protect the person that matters the most to me.- She was a sea of tears, all the rant she spilled felt like daggers ripping apart her heart, and the crying and sobbing didn't stop.

Aizawa didn't find words to tell her at that moment, it was his job to teach and protect his students. He too was disappointed in himself, but that wasn't the time to feel sorry.

After a couple of minutes, Recovery Girl returned, Aizawa didn't waste time and talked to her. Kyoka froze in her chair, her heart was on the verge of cardiac arrest due to her nerves. The only thing that gave her peace was the face Recovery Girl had, It didn't tell tragedy at least.

Aizawa: How is he?

Recovery Girl: Could have been worse, It was not necessary to do surgery or anything. He is still unconscious, but after using my quirk he'll remain asleep for maybe a whole day or even two. A couple of fractures that's it. But he was lucky, he was just a couple of seconds from a brain hemorrhage. That could have spelled disaster for the boy.

Aizawa: But he's stable right?

Recovery Girl: Yes, you can go see him.- She said, Aizawa turned his head and saw Kyoka in her eyes, he nodded and gave her a gesture to stand up and come see him.