One Life (BakuDeku)

I'm Sorry

Bakugou's POV

He passed out. He's out cold.

I looked in the doorway and there stood All Might, but he brought nurses?

"Why in the hell did you-..." As I tried to speak, my vision got clouded and blurry. God dammit don't pass the fuck out.

No matter how hard I tried not to, I felt my weight start falling to the floor, only to be caught by someone. I couldn't tell who it was, I couldn't make out the figure.All I knew is that it wasn't All Might...Who did it?

"De...Ku" I spat the words out as I sipped into unconsciousness.

When I awoke, I wasn't in my house anymore. I wasn't with Deku.. 

I shot out of bed, only to feel a sharp volt of pain go through my body, causing me to let out a grunt of pain.

"Damn.." I grumbled under my breath as I swung my feet to the edge of the bed and sat up.

"I need to find Deku..." I mumbled as I stood up. it took me a moment to get used to the pain, but honestly I really didn't give a flying fuck. I need to find Deku...

I walked over to the door and grabbed onto the handle, cringing as I turned the knob and it made a dammed squeaking sound. I closed my eyes and kept going until the door was part way open, just enough for me to poke my head out.

I opened my eyes and looked around. I didn't see anyone for some odd reason. I took that to my advantage and exited the room. Searching with absolutely no idea whether Deku was here or not. Before I left the hospital room, I took off any machine that was connected to me and put on my clothes, replacing them from that stupid blue hospital robe...thing..

I was walking around the hospital, I looked at any sign I could to get some type of idea of where I am. Until finally I found the front desk.

I walk up to the desk and there was a women sitting at the desk, she seemed to be in her middle ages? like...40? Maybe late thirty's.. I couldn't tell.

"Hello, what can I help you out with? Make it snappy because I'm only covering for someone while I don't have any paper work."

My eye twitched at her stern yet genuine tone. I exhaled before I spoke.

"I need to know if my frien-.. No.. boyfriend is here. His name is Dek- Um Izuku Midoriya."

She nodded and turned her swivel seat to the computer, typing in his name and then scrolled through the documents.

"Ah, yeah...He's in room 405, on the second floor."

As soon as she said the room number I was speeding to the stairs because the elevator was closing already. Not that I care about using the stairs, I much rather prefer them anyway.

I sped waled through the hallways, frantically looking at all the numbers.

397

399

401

..come on.. I sped up as I got closer to the room.

403

...

405..

There..

I burst through the door, and hated the sight before me. Cords, machines, doctors... Oh god.

I hurried to the bed, my eyes stung at the sight of Deku. Grabbing onto the bed sheet tightly, allowing the tears to flow down my cheeks.

"Deku.. I'm so sorry...I should've....I...If I would've believed you...you didn't...you and Half N'Half bastard....if.. I.. Fuck...Shitty hair didn't...

I couldn't make out a simple sentence, my words were overwhelmed with emotion. 

why did he do it? We could've solved this many different ways other than stabbing himself.

But... He did. And I can't do anything about it. I'm sorry. All your suffering was because of me.It was my fault.

The one who said you could never become a hero..

It was me.

the one who told you to commit suicide.

Me..

The one who did this to you...

Me again...

I don't deserve him. He'd be much better...Happier.. without me in his life.

But even so.. I'm not leaving until I know for sure he'll be okay. That. He can start a better life. One without me in it.

That villain that controlled and manipulated his brain. I'll kill them. I haven't heard of a villain with a manipulative quirk...at least...I know Shinso has one similar..A brain washing quirk, but he isn't a villain.

I sat in the chair next to the hospital bed and just sat. Watching his breathing and looking at his heart rate monitor.

The doctor left a mask next to me. I don't want to put it on. I'm not. 

When he exited the room, I just kept at the same thing, watching, worrying, hoping.

I love Deku so much it hurts...But... I hurt him more than I did myself.

He doesn't need me.

It felt like hours before my eyelids started fighting against me, wanting to close. I didn't allow them to. What if something happened to Deku.

Deku...

I'm sorry, I didn't want this to happen to you. Ever since we started going out I planned to make your life the best, but it seemed like I made it worse than how it started. I couldn't do the one thing I wanted. The one thing I needed. And now. Your on the verge of death. And it's all my fault.

I'm sorry.

Eventually my eyes gave up and my eyes closed, and I drifted off into a dreamless, dark sleep.

Not sure how long I slept, but I was awoken by a tug of my shirt. I drowsily opened my eyes, and was shocked at what was occurring.

I look over at Deku.

His eyes are open.

But...

Wheres the color in his eyes? Yeah he's awake but wheres the overflowing liveliness in his eyes?

There just..Colorless..

"K...acchan.." He said weakly.

I shook my head and made a "Shh" Sound.

"No... Don't talk. Your way too weak for that. Just...please...shut up for now. When your better you can talk and or yell at me all you want but...for now just shut the hell up." 

I tried to be as genuine as possible. Like, not trying to be mean, but how could I not? That's all I'm good for...right?

Disregarding everything I had thought about earlier, I leaned down and placed a small kiss on his forehead. Saying only two word after that.

I'm sorry.