||Call It Epiphany Or Serendipity|| [BNHA × Reader]

Chapter 7|Aftermath

The way the sheets caressed your body at that time was quite the same as they had now. However, back then, your feet were smaller, your legs shorter.

Everyone around you froze, eyes as wide as your pops when he was frantic.

In front of you was a nurse who had just finished messing with the bag of water next to you. A dull pain settled into your whole body, especially your stomach. Yet the way they stared at you made you forget the sting for a moment.

They looked surprised. Like maybe they believed you may never wake up.

"(Y/n)..?" Came a voice, quiet and cautious.

When you turned to the voice, your view filled with your father's face and next to him was a man you had never seen until today.

His hair was as red and fiery as the flames that burned deep within his hard gaze. It made you shrink back as something flashed back into your mind, but you couldn't quite remember what it was.

Not wanting to see his harsh stare burning into you, you looked around the room properly.

It was small and sterilized looking. A vase next to you filled with brand new pretty flowers, an intricate burgundy envelope set right in front of it. Sheets on you were thick and heavy and white. So blindingly white. It made you want to tear them off.

Shining was the glossy floors as a large window next to the door allowed you to see the passing doctors. Above were lights as cold and blinding as the entire room.

Your nose scrunched at the scent of pungent alcohol and achingly clean sheets. Something about it made your heart race and feel weary. The sharp sting of a headache that only increased as you were reminded of something you couldn't remember.

"Why am I here?" You asked but it came out as a whisper.

Hearing them fidget, you stared only to your body, only then realizing the bandages wrapped around you. Again, that queasy feeling of your heart being clenched fell upon you. As if a bird flapped wildly in your heart.

Why were you wrapped in all these bandages?

With a shaky hand and thrumming heart, you lifted your blanket and almost gasped at the sight. The bandages from your upper half continued even lower. So low they reached your feet and covered your skin.

"Why...why am I wrapped in so...many?" You asked breath hitched.

Once more this question fell on deaf ears.

Moving your hand to your shoulders, you tried to feel the smoothness and familiarity of your skin again, however, as it traveled further up to your neck, there was still no sign of it.

Only when your fingertips grazed your chin could you feel again. Feel something besides the white wrapped around you.

It made you feel like you were alive again. But your question still wasn't answered. Without an answer, that sinking feeling in your stomach wouldn't go away.

You were scared, and it was something you felt tired of. And yet you didn't know why.

Every day at home with your mom and dad you felt warm, you felt safe.

But for some reason, it felt like it had been so, so long since the last time you felt either.

"Mom," you started, a thickening in the atmosphere forming as you did, "where is mom?"