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29. "Wretched Illness of Another World."

Once again, what seemed to be the millionth time you awoke in a spur of panic as blood hurled itself up your throat. Unfortunately, this time around, your hand was not quick enough to catch it. The red liquid drenched your blanket, seeping through the fabric as it expanded. Your weary eyes blinked, your mouth now closed as a trail of blood made its way down your chin. It was tiring. 

You had risen up and grabbed your stained blankets, walking to the room with the washing machine. Of course, your mind was hazy after suddenly sprouting alive from your sleep. Opening the washing machine, you tossed your blankets inside and closed it, opening another compartment that was for the detergent. You poured it in, slightly going over the ‘max’ line.

After you started the machine, you walked back to your room, using another one of your blankets. You did not care to wash off your face, or the obvious trail of blood coming from your mouth. You were too tired.

-

“... Illness?” Haruto tilted his head.

You looked away, a mean glare on your face. You did not want to even be at the hospital, but here you were. They, Oji and Haruto, dragged you here to make sure you were alright, considering they had woken you up and saw that your left eye was completely white and the blood trail coming from your lips. 

“You did say that… this young lady did fall from the sky, yes?” The doctor says, an unsure expression on his face. “She seems… well, how should I put this kindly…?”

“Kind or not, just tell us.” Oji grunted, obviously irritated with the information told. “Mental or physical? Start with that.”

“... Both, in a way,” the doctor muttered. “There's been something affecting her mind deeply.” His movements seemed to be uneasy. 

“It's… you know, some of that old world jazz.” You say, rolling your eyes. This was pointless. You knew there was something wrong with you, but it did not matter considering you were not dead yet. “Y'know, that zombie thing? Yeah. Hi, I'm half zombie.”

“That is clearly evident now given the fact your left eye is completely white,” Haruto's words stabbed you in the back. “You're nowhere near normal.”

“...” You felt offended, but he was right. You were not normal. 

“[Name], have you felt like you're… slowly losing it?” The doctor suddenly questioned. Your eyes widened in response.

“Ha! No, what kind of damn question is that?! I'm fine!” You argued back, shaking your head. Of course you were mad. You hated being low-key accused of being something you were not.

“I mean, hallucinations?”

“...” You stayed quiet, until you shook your head. “No. I'm fine. It's just vivid dreams, but… those have long stopped after I came to realize something.” 

“Vivid dreams of what?”

“My time back in the old world with my close friend. He's dead, I've come to find that out.” Your eyes softened at the mention of Rikuya. The thought of him still stung your heart. The fact you could not save him. 

“...” The doctor looked over to Haruto and Oji, a sigh escaping his lips. Your lips were pursed in anger. Nothing felt real to you anymore. You were trapped in some sort of daze, simply awaiting to wake back up in your old world. But, you jumped off that bridge, did you not? You were never going to wake back up there. “Her quirk. Does it have anything to do with [Surname]’s quirk…?”

“... Perhaps the inherited one does,” Oji comments. 

“Hey!” You snapped your head to look at him. That information was not supposed to be shared so openly.