SCP-049's Daughter (MHA x Reader)

20. Everything breaks into millions pieces

Chapter 20

(Y/N)'s POV

"Hello, I'm gonna have to ask if your friends may leave the room for a moment." The nurse said kindly, "I came to ask some personal questions to be recorded in your files, Ms. (L/N)." she said.
I nodded as soon Aizawa and Mic headed out of the room, while I seemed a bit uncomfortable if it got too personal. Once the door closed, she looked at me, then began to ask some questions while I answered as best I could. Some I may know during my childhood, secure, until these kind questions I despise hate
"Smoke?"
"No."
"Any certain pain right now."
"Not at the moment."
"Taken any drugs?"
"No." 'Like I'm gonna tell her about my quirk pills, no way.' I thought in my mind.
"Sexually active?" She says.
'Say what? Gross.'
"No." I said, feeling a bit embarrassed but mostly annoyed.
Until She raised her eyebrow at me, not believing if I was an actual nonsexual woman. So she wrote it down on that clipboard. I sound like bitch right now, but I so wanted to go home and forget about this day.

As soon as she grabbed out her stethoscope from neck, kindly warned me about the cold metal, and placed the cold plate on my chest, hearing my heartbeat. Her kindness was appreciated while I did the breathing route to her, like a good person.
Then as soon as the nurse finished saying that it was all good checkups and gave me the white paper slip of the prescriptions for me to take, I informed her that I wish to speak with the surgeon that did my surgery, only in a calm tone. She nodded and then left the room.
I was so mad. How ignorant that supposed surgeon told Hizashi about it and had him crying in tears. It was so unacceptable. Besides, it's not like I'm dumb to notice how much I saw my friend's expression change into something more serious than the next thing, he was bawling into my arms while I tried to calm him down. It wasn't his business to know anything about my condition like that, since he was already a wonderful guy and not to mention when I noticed.
How he was able to smile like himself when either of us aren't around with other of our friends or students.
His greenish yellow eyes were a bit blurt as if he lost some spark in his pupils, I didn't bother to notice thinking he was fine unlike me. When we often hangout, I saw them immediately change into full of light shades. Like I read his very own soul for a brief moment while I seem lost into them. I was drawn on wanting to know the real Hizashi, not this person that put on a fake smile in front of me and the others around him.
'I wonder if he suffered depression like I did when I lost my adoptive parents..' I thought sadly, how I felt selfish to not notice anything wrong with him or others around me because I was lost in my own dark world. As punishment for possessing a dangerous quirk.
While I waited for the doctor. I was starting to feel a bit anxious. I grabbed the flowers, and looked at the sunflower and rose. They were a lot prettier up close in my own hands. I smell them softly to inhale the lovely scent. How long have I been able to smell these flowers when my adoptive mother was alive.
As a little girl, I watched how my adoptive father always gifted his wife a bouquet of flowers, some roses, a few baby's breaths, and one, my favorites were Forget-me-nots and Lavender. I couldn't touch them but observed them at the coffee table in the middle of the living room. It made me cry, for remembering how my adoptive mother received white roses from my adoptive father, almost everyday when he returned from work. Even me, but I always told them I was fine to not have these gifts but them at my side.
It felt wonderful to see them show affection towards one another, like kisses on the forehead or lips even if they seem gross. But I know that their love was a blessing.
Then, I felt my cheeks were a bit hot. And strange flatters coming through my chest. I set them down on the table, and pour myself a glass of water. As I took a sip of the cool water, shallow it down as I hoped I might cool down from developing this unknown feeling in myself. I better not get myself sick. I decided to lay back down on the bed while I waited.
'It just flowers...it doesn't mean anything but a good gesture from both your friends, (Y/N).' I thought in my head, trying to not think about some nonsense thoughts.