Pneumatophany

12

Once everyone had calmed down a bit and your parents were finally ready to let go of you, you were brought back for medical examining.

The nurses didn't spend any more time in getting you dressed up properly before reeling you back into one of the hospital rooms to hook you up to some machines.

All your vitals were normal.

Not a single thing out of place, as if you hadn't just woken up from the dead a mere ten minutes ago.

All the doctors were in shock and the nurses couldn't believe their own eyes. How could someone's quirk revive them from the dead?!

Well, you didn't exactly have an answer to that. And even if you did, you doubt you'd be able to get a word out without breaking down crying because of how they were all looming over you menacingly. Thankfully your father and Nezu decided that having all these doctors studying every inch of you like some sort of lab rat wasn't exactly the most healing procedure after such a traumatic event, neither for you nor your parents.

So they decided to cut the excessive examining short and just decided that monitoring your vitals overnight would be the best option for now, without pestering you or your shaken up family.

Which was a great decision, really.

Not only did you not get bombarded with an entire line of doctors poking and prodding at you like some sort of creature, but this also gave you the time to rest and explain just what had happened to you whilst you were... dead.

Aizawa and Nezu decided to stay alongside your parents, in order to listen to what exactly had happened during all that while Midnight had left to go back to school in order to clean up the mess after the USJ attack.

You were seated on the hospital bed, the hospital gown hanging off of you while the scent of the chemicals was starting to make you a bit woozy. Seems like a few hours of no sensory stimulus whatsoever had you completely unaccustomed to even the most basic of things.

But still, you pulled through and managed to keep yourself stuck to that god-awful hospital bed as both your parents and your school staff (which really only was Aizawa and Nezu) sat on either sides of your bed.

Your spirits were all looming over at your parents side, looking down at you with just as much worry as your parents were. For a moment, you swore you saw a flicker of guilt flash across Oboro's face before he promptly turned his face down to stare at the floor instead.

Both (or in this case, all three) groups were waiting for you to finally start talking and for the sake of your own mental stability, you turned to face your parents, knowing that if you were telling the entire experience to them, then it would be much easier for you. So you pulled the classic little trick of pretending the other people didn't even exist and just kept your focus on your lovely parents and spirits.

"I... I'm sorry... I never meant to scare you all like that..." You began, your eyes shining with guilt. Your parents looked pained, because as much of a fright you had given them, it wasn't exactly your fault.

"Back at that moment... I had no other choice." You explained. "When my classmates and I had reached the Nomu, it... was honestly a mess."

"At first, I was so... scared." You admitted, looking down at your lap as tears began to well up in your eyes, "-so, so scared..."

"I didn't want to get involved or get hurt. But we-we couldn't just leave Aizawa-sensei to die there!" Aizawa himself looked guilty. Even if it wasn't his fault, at the end, it was because of him that you had almost died-no, literally died. It was only a miracle that you came back to life...