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Forget Me, Not; Midoriya. I

First person P.O.V.

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Stage I 

Stage I; Sorrow

• December 4th XXXX

These past few weeks I haven't been in the best of health, I would get sick often and it was getting hard to breath. Sure, I did not have the strongest pair of lungs, my parents thought it was just a fluke and it would go away after some medication and rest, but they were wrong. 

The suffocating breathing would get shallower sometimes, it scared me because I was afraid that my lungs would give out on me. 

What brought my fears to the peak was the blood. 

The blood that I would occasionally cough up and would colour my hands that were turning a sickly colour. I could not laugh anymore as my chest would start throbbing with pain, my coughing got worse as I would not stop coughing. I was in pain and I hid it from everyone. 

I hid it from everybody for months...

As I grew weaker my acting performances weren't convincing at all, my parents instantly noticed my fatigued state, and once my mom found out about the blood my parents knew, that I was not alright, not alright at all. They then took me straight to the hospital where the nurses and doctors would perform many tests and scans to find out what was wrong with me. 

They gave me some medicine to calm down my coughing, but it did not work at all, not in the least bit as I would start turning a light shade of blue, the colour of forget-me-nots as I would then struggle to breathe. 

After hours and hours of waiting and my parents' constant worry that I would suddenly suffocate in my own fit of coughs, the doctors came into my room with a solemn look on their faces. They pulled up scans of my lungs and showed them to us. 

They then told us that I had an incurable disease that was attacking my lungs and would soon spread throughout my body. 

Once it would reach my heart, it would be time that I would drift into a deep slumber through the dark abyss called death. 

My eyes widened at the words that were spoken out from the doctor's mouth, my parents' faces were alarmed with shock as tears welled up in them. They looked at me with sadness and sorrow. 

They said I would not survive 3 more months...

Stage II 

Stage II; Fight

• January 7th XXXX

The doctors prescribed many medications that I started going on. Now looking back, I was an idiot, when I first started experiencing these symptoms I should've told someone, but I didn't. BAKA!! Aish, I can be a serious idiot at times. 

After taking a lot of the medications, the coughing has settled down to something more bearable, and the blood had stopped puking out of my mouth. Thank Kami Sama, I hated that irony metallic taste in my mouth, like how could vampires drink this stuff. 

Thankfully my symptoms were not very serious, yet, so that means I could still attend classes. It also means the teachers would be keeping a close eye on me. I'm internally grateful that I could still go to classes, it would be suck if I couldn't, I wanted to spend time with you all, you especially–

Since I'm not going to be around for that long...

But I will fight. I will fight for a miracle, I will fight for my survival because (Y/n) (L/n) isn't a quitter!