Worth

29 Chapter Two: Analogous

"You fuckin Idiot." Uraraka cursed as tears fell down her face, soaking the boy blanket as she clutched his hand in hers.

In that moment the door flung open, slamming against the wall as Aizawa burst into the room.

"Is he okay!?" He shouted as he ran to the boy, pulling his pale face into his hands as he looked him over.

With his eyes shut and the lack of any reaction in his expression, he almost looked dead if it weren't for the slow rising of his chest.

"The doctor said that the machines are the only thing keeping him alive right now, his lungs can't support any air flow by themselves." The girl cried as she watched the machine inflate with the only source of life that her best friend had at that moment.

"My baby." Aizawa cried as he moved Izuku's hair away from his face, holding him, frantically touching him as if to make sure he was real.

The boy didn't look real. He looked like a doll with tubes up his nose and down his throat, needles in his arms and wires on his chest. His body was limp and unresponsive to the attention it received.

"How did this happen?" The man asked quietly as he wiped his own tears away from Izuku's cheeks. "How did this happen!?" He shouted.

Uraraka flinched, taking a step back as she watched the scene unfold.

She didn't want to tell him that Izuku and her had gotten drunk and high in her bedroom and she passed out, failing to watch him.

She knew she was supposed to watch him when he wasn't sober, and she didn't.

She took a deep breath as her breath shuddered and she decided to answer him but when she went to speak, someone was already talking over her.

"I'm so sorry sir."

Aizawa and Uraraka looked up to find Katsuki in the doorway, his face sunken with guilt, his eyes dark and his hands in his pockets.

"You?" The older man asked confused as it took him a moment to even remember who Katsuki was. "You did this!?"

"No." The blonde shook his head. "He...he jumped out of the car." He said before letting out a shaky breath. "He opened the door and jumped out of my car while it was moving."

"Why was he in your car!?" Uraraka shouted.

"I was driving him home! He called me at like three in the morning and told me to pick him up. I was worried about him being alone at night so I did." Katsuki said as his hands shook and his gaze drifted to the boy. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen.

"I don't understand." Aizawa shook his head. "Why did he have your number? What happened to make him jump out of a car!?"

"He's Izuku's boss." Uraraka scowled. "That's where he's been working since he moved in with me."

"Working?" Aizawa asked. "Why the hell would he need to work? Why the hell did any of this happen? What did you do to him?"

Katsuki sighed as he ran his hand down his face, shaking his head. "I didn't do anything." He said. "That's actually why he was so upset. He was high as a kite when I found him and on the ride home he started asking me to do stuff with him-"

"I swear to God you better get to the point and finding that fucking sentence carefully. I will fuckin kill you." Aizawa stood up from the bed but still held Izuku's hand in his.

"No! I didn't do anything to him, he's just a kid. That's what I told him. I said no and I- I swear I just looked at the rode for a second. I looked away for a second...I-Im so sorry." Katsuki began to cry which wasn't something he often did in front of people.

Aizawa sighed as he turned away from the man and looked back down at his son.

"Izuku, please. Please don't do this to me." He whispered as he soothed the boys hair back. "Please don't leave me." He whispered, kissing his head.

-

Night fell and casted a dark blue light over the hospital room where the young boy laid unconscious and unmoving.

On the outside there wasn't a single sign of life that wasn't operated by machines. The boys chest rose and fell with the movement of the oxygen tank but his eyes were still.

The only thing that moved of his own free will was the blood that coursed through his veins.

But on the inside, lights danced along with the green haired child.

Izuku stood in the center of a club, men and women surrounding him as his body was thrown in different directions.

The more the boy tried to make sense of the people tho, the less detailed their faces became, nameless, empty individuals that lacked identity or purpose.

But he could see himself and it seemed that he was the purpose.

As most people believed he already saw himself as, it appeared he genuinely was the center of attention. The center of the very integrity of the room that he stood in.

Seeing himself and the pinks and blues that danced across his features to the rhythm of music that he was unable to hear, the boy turned around, locking eyes with the only other face in the room.

Himself.

Izuku stared at his green eyes, counting the freckles on his pale face as he walked closer to himself.

He spoke to him but no words came out as he mimicked himself, both of him opening their mouths to somehow provide the room with more silence.

He shut his mouth and so did Izuku.

Their lips pursed as they stared at one another calmly.

Izuku raised his forearm out to the other who did the same and like a zipper of flesh, the skin parted and crimson red bled over the pale freckled paper.

It burned into the dance floor as the lights that had danced around them each stopped.

Pink on one and blue on the other, painting everything else around them into darkness.

And then the blues and pinks went black.

The silence became loud.

The music he couldn't hear disappeared and the sound of beeping and gasping air reached his ears.

And then the lights came back on.

Natural and bright as his green eyes opened, piercing the scene around him.