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78: 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦

"Alright everything seems good. As of today you're officially discharged." The nurse told Kira with a cheery Irish accent.

She was sweet and had a sort of deer-like appearance. With red hair, small antlers and white freckles. Kira remembered her from her previous visit to the hospital, back when she passed out so long ago.

"Thank you ma'am." Kira nodded.

"I believe your guardian is out filing paperwork at the desk. Here's your clothes and jacket. It's all washed up." The woman said. She handed over a pair of clothes taken from the dorms and a folded jacket.

It was a blue jacket, styled like a Letterman. Several sizes too big for Kira.

Zane's.

Kira realized, looking at it. The jacket he had put on her when they had gotten ready to run. She hadn't seen it since then, she thought they had thrown it out. But there were two small holes on the side, and the fabric around them had lightened. Someone had scrubbed out the blood stains from her gunshot wound.

Kira stared at it. Slipping a finger through the hole to see how big it was.

She felt a heartbeat.

She felt the warm slick feeling of blood coating her hands. She watched as the crimson liquid started to trickle from the hole, spreading to the fabric around it and staining the light blue fabric with brownish-red color.

She pulled her hand back with wide eyes. Her arm was coated in blood, a gun in her other hand.

"What-" Kira stammered. Dropping the firearm. It went off as it clicked to the ground and she heard a feminine scream. A woman collapsed on the ground. Hair white as snow. Eyes golden, filled with tears.

"MY BABY!!! MY BABY!" She screamed. Holding a small infant with a tuft of snowy white hair showing. The baby boy looked up at Kira with eyes gold like honey, it's chest coated in blood.

She woke up.

Kira screamed as she lunged from her bed, falling onto the floor with a cry. She hit the ground with a thud and gasped for breath. Hugging herself.

She felt a cold chilling sweat trickle down her skin. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end and she took frantic breaths to calm herself.

It was a dream.

A Stipid, dumb, fake nightmare. It wasn't real.

The door opened. "Kira? Kira are you okay?! I heard a crash."

Her guardian clicked on the lamp on the desk next to the door. Face worried.

"It's fine..." Kira took a deep breath. "I'm just... Not used to that bed." She whispered. Looking up at the small mattress. It was child sized. Smaller than a twin. She barely fit on it.

"I can get you a new one..." All might whispered. "Is that really it? No. No she had a nightmare again didn't she?"

"No... Not it's fine. I... I want this one." Kira whispered. Rubbing her eyes.

It was her bed.

Her old bed. The child sized bed had sat in her childhood home for years, as though waiting for her to come back...

Which she had.

With the state of UA. And the state of Kira's mind, when she was discharged from the hospital her and her uncle temporarily moved into her childhood home.

Together.

Living in the same house by themselves for the first time ever. It was a little weird but kira was thankful to have some time to rest still. The tranquility of the countryside and the positive memories from her childhood did her some good.