Can You Not

21

You gasped, taking deep breaths as you woke up from your sleep. The bright lights of the day blinding you, a nurse was convinently by your side and alerted a doctor that you were awake.

You were silent staring at the machine hooked to your arm curiously.

A woman had entered in a more sofisticated uniform than the lady from earlier. You stared at her confused, wondering why the flip you were there and why your body was aching so much.

" Hello y/n."

"Y/n?" You croaked testing out your voice.

The doctor didn't notice your confusion. " Your lucky your quirk prevents such death you know, otherwise you'd be 6 feet under." She joked as if you were even aware of the situation.

"My quirk?" Your horse voice asked once again.

"My my. Do you remember anything?" she asked holding a flashlight in your eye to check your pupil dilation.

You shook your head, still feeling like a rock was held on your chest.

The doctor looked at you with pity having intrigue about you, you had so many interviewers, all interested in the story of your Yakuza dad that had finally got caught doing something illegal. They wanted to know all about your years of abuse at home and school.

They wanted to know about the murder attempt, about your dad's personality, his quirk. They were all just very interested.

Was she even allowed to give you a briefing or was that up to the police, she would have to check.

" Excuse me one second." She told you, whispering something in the nurses ear before leaving.

The nurse walked towards you, asking you to do simple things, like raise your arm, raise your legs stretch this muscle. Those were done without complaint.

However when it came to standing up, your body seemed to refuse, legs shaking before you collapsed on the bar on the side of your bed.

Your lip trembled, you hoped you wouldn't be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of your life, you had to push and have the determination to have yourself walking again.

The same doctor walked in again, this time with an officer at her hip.

"Hello y/n."

You smiled in response remembering how your throat burned when you spoke to the doctor earlier.

"Y/n you were in a coma for 1 month, you would be dead if it wasn't for your quirk. " He stopped a moment the doctor reminding him you didn't even remember what your quirk was. "Your quirk? It makes you a ghost, almost like you aren't actually alive in the first place. I believe..." He dragged looking down at his notepad " that you can only die from disease or old age, how lucky is that?" He cheered as if to lighten the situation.

You didn't find it anything.

He looked at his notebook once again before continuing.

"Now it also says here that your father was abusive and he is the main suspect for this assault are you sure there isn't anything you remember."

' What assault? ' you wanted to ask still very confused about everything that was coming towards you.

It seemed the quirk of your brow helped him understand what you were thinking.

"Oh so sorry, you were found in a forest, your head cracked open apparently from being smashed on a rock last September at around 1am. Your friend had informed us that your father had threatened to kill you and you were extremely jittery on the phone."