Days blur together in the sterile confines of the ICU. The rhythmic beeping of the monitors is a constant reminder of the delicate balance between life and death. My body feels heavy, and each movement sends a jolt of pain through me. Gradually, consciousness returns, and I become aware of my surroundings. The sterile ceiling above me is a stark contrast to the darkness I was lost in. I try to move but find my wrists and ankles restrained. Panic wells up inside me as I realize I'm unable to move freely. My throat is dry and scratchy, and I manage a hoarse whisper. "Water... please." Nurse: (Calmly) "We'll get you some water soon. You're very weak, and you need to stay calm."
The Hunger Returns
As my awareness sharpens, so does an insatiable hunger. It's a primal, gnawing craving that overwhelms my senses. My mind fixates on the idea of flesh and internal organs, an urge so strong it borders on unbearable. The hunger is a stark contrast to the exhaustion that drags at my limbs and clouds my thoughts. Nurse: (Noticing my agitation) "We're aware of your needs. You've been through a lot, and we're working on managing your rehabilitation." The nurse's reassurances do little to quell the hunger that consumes me. My eyes scan the room with a newfound intensity, searching for any sign of food. The faint smell of something from the hallway only heightens my cravings, adding to the frustration of being unable to satisfy them. Nurse: (Observing) "Let's adjust his sedation levels to help manage his agitation."
The Medical Team's Assessment
The medical team enters the room, their expressions serious as they begin their assessment. I hear snippets of their conversation, each word a reminder of the severity of my condition. Dr. Yamada: (Reviewing charts and speaking to the team) "His recovery is going to be challenging. He's severely underweight, dehydrated, and his wounds are still healing. The trauma he's endured has left him in a delicate state." Nurse: (Nodding) "His physical condition is critical, and we're addressing that. However, we're also concerned about his psychological state, particularly his intense cravings." Dr. Yamada: "We need to focus on hydration and nutrition first. We'll gradually reintroduce food to assess his response, but we must be cautious. The psychological aspect-his cannibalistic desires-will require specialized intervention."
The Desire for My Cat
Amidst the haze of hunger and pain, a new longing emerges-an overwhelming desire to see my cat. The familiar presence of my feline friend is a comforting thought, a stark contrast to the sterile and alien environment of the ICU. The cat has been a constant in my life, a symbol of stability and affection amidst the chaos. "My cat... I want to see my cat." Nurse: (Gently) "I'm sorry, but visitors are not allowed in the ICU right now. It's crucial for your recovery that you remain undisturbed." "Please... I need to see him. He helps me." The nurse's eyes soften with sympathy, but the rules are strict, and the risk of infection is too great. Still, she nods, her expression showing that she understands my distress. Nurse: "I'll see what I can do, but it might take some time."
The Cat's Presence
Outside the ICU, the cat remains a restless presence. It paces anxiously, its ears twitching at every sound from behind the closed door. The staff and my friends try to comfort the cat, but its anxiety is palpable. Todoroki: (Gently stroking the cat) "We're doing everything we can. Just a bit longer." Uraraka: (Softly) "He'll need time. We need to stay hopeful." Bakugo: (Frustrated but determined) "We'll get him through this. He's stronger than this." The cat's distress is evident. It meows occasionally, its gaze fixed on the door as if willing it to open. The friends and the cat share a silent bond of concern and hope, waiting for any sign of progress.
The Reconciliation Attempt
Inside the ICU, the battle for recovery continues. The medical team works diligently to stabilize me, addressing both the physical and psychological aspects of my condition. The feeding tube is in place, providing much-needed nutrients, while efforts to manage my cravings begin. Dr. Yamada: (Addressing the team) "We'll start with a gradual reintroduction of food, monitoring his response closely. Psychological intervention will follow once he's more stable." Nurse: (Preparing the feeding tube) "We'll also involve specialists to address his psychological needs, focusing on managing his cravings."
A Moment of Reconnection
The nurse returns to my side, her expression thoughtful. Nurse: "I spoke with the team about your request. Given your condition and the need for a controlled environment, it might still be a while before you can see your cat." "Please... he means a lot to me. I need him." The nurse nods, understanding the emotional weight of my request. Nurse: "I'll make an exception for a brief visit, but we must take precautions. I'll have him brought in under strict supervision."
The Cat's Arrival
As the nurse makes arrangements, the cat is gently brought to the ICU door. The sight of my feline friend fills me with a deep sense of relief and comfort. Though the cat is only allowed to approach the door, its presence is a balm to my troubled soul. Nurse: (Opening the door slightly) "We'll let you see him for a short while. Please, remain calm and don't attempt to touch him." The cat's eyes lock onto mine, its anxiety momentarily giving way to recognition. It meows softly, its gaze filled with concern and affection. The sight of my cat, even through the limited interaction, provides a glimmer of solace in the midst of my suffering. "Thank you... just seeing him helps." The brief reunion is bittersweet. The cat's presence brings comfort, but the constraints of my situation are a harsh reminder of the long road ahead. The bond between us is a source of strength, a reminder of the life I'm fighting to reclaim.
A Fragile Hope
As the nurse closes the door, the cat remains outside, its vigil unwavering. The bond between us, though tested by circumstances, offers a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. The road to recovery is long and fraught with challenges, but with each passing day, there is a chance to rebuild, to reclaim a semblance of normalcy, and to overcome the shadows that have claimed me. Will I emerge from this nightmare, or will the darkness continue to haunt me? Only time will tell. For now, the fight for survival and healing continues, one step at a time, with the hope that the bonds of love and friendship will guide me through the darkness.
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FanfictionDeku has been kidnapped. Because he is the suspected UA traitor no one comes to rescue him right away. He is is tortured and loses hope causing him to go insane. He becomes scared of everything that gets to close to him, he no longer gets any sleep...
