Shatter.

Don't Leave.

So it's been like a year...😅 sorry bros (but hey my writing improved a lot you can tell where this chapter switches from a draft from a year ago and what i just wrote now)

•Bakugo's POV•

I tapped my foot anxiously on the hospital tile beneath my feet. Kirishima's parents never came in so me and Mr. Aizawa kinda took responsibility for him. We were the two people that got the updated and news for him since I wouldn't let Kaminari near him.

"Mr Bakugo and Aizawa? Can I speak with you?" The doctor entered the pale colored waiting room. We'd been waiting to receive the reports of his bodily injuries and examination.

We both shot out of our seats and eagerly followed him into a small, private waiting room for talks like this.

We were ushered to a pale blue, pleather coach that smelled strongly of chemicals.

"Due to legal reasons, I'm not allowed to share any information with you unless it regards to the physical damage he's obtained."

The doctor took a deep breath before continuing,

"He's lost a lot of blood. It's honestly a miracle that he's still alive right now. We pumped his stomach before any life threatening damage could be done but his stomach lining has been greatly compromised. With a blood transfusion, we were able to keep enough blood in him to live will we stitched and cauterized his wrists. He's alive right now and that's what matters. He's not going to wake up for a while but he is looking at a 60% chance of survival which is pretty miraculous considering the damage he did to himself..."

Me and Aizawa stared at him blankly, not knowing what to say.

"Again, there are things I can't share with you but in the instance that he makes it... keep an eye on him." The doctor looked at us sympathetically.

'What the hell could he not tell us that's worse than being molested since childhood?!'

And I was pissed. I was so fucking mad at myself for not seeing this. What kind of excuse of a best friend was I?! I was worried but never in a thousand years did I expect any of this...

It took a few weeks but it felt like years.

'He's gonna fucking kill me when he sees me like this...' I couldn't help but laugh at my own condition. Dark circles adorned my under eye and I hadn't left the hospital since Kiri was brought in. How could I? I had to protect him from him. No matter what, I'd not let Kaminari Denki anywhere near Eiji again, I'd already let my day of sunshine get hurt so many times and I'd let Deku become the number one hero before I let him get hurt again. Not gonna happen.

As I laughed at how pitiful I was in that state, the rhythm of the machines attached to Kiri varied slightly, making me lift my eyes. My lips parted involuntarily as I watched him stir ever so slightly.

"K-Kiri-?!" I held his hand tightly, eyes dancing over his frail body. After blinking a few times, I press the button on the side of the bed used to summon a nurse. When I say I pressed it, I spastically slammed my palm into it for a solid minute.

"Yes?" The door opened half way and an unhappy nurse poked her head in.

"HE MOVED!" I sputtered out, barely letting her finish a single word. She raised an eyebrow and reluctantly dragged her feet, approaching the machinery connected to the fragile man in front of me. She bent over, studying the displays which monitored every possible thing in Kirishima. Suddenly, her eyes went wide before muttering profanities under her breath, causing my heart rate to sky rocket. It didn't take long for her to run out of the room. I wasn't scared. I was terrified.

"N-no wait! What's happening?!" The words flew out of my mouth. Moments later, an actual doctor came rushing in, the hag of a nurse in tow.

Everything that happened next was a blur, but what happened after made my heart stop.