𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 | kaminari !!

~ xxix ~

Eyes stinging, legs aching and in pain all over except for the numbness in both hands and feet, you slowly walked down the deserted, dawn-lit street, unable to cry or shout out for help. Your throat was hoarse, your eyes were dry and swollen, and worst of all, you didn't know where you were. Your back was stinging in pain, not treated well enough for it to heal properly and the bandages around your stomach were too tight, not adjusted by the doctors who you'd seen get killed right in front of you. Looking around, you noticed that he was there.

He was gone. And you were lost.

To be honest, you couldn't remember how you'd gotten into this mess. All you remembered was coming conscious in the back of an ambulance, a kind, young man in a doctor's uniform attending to your burn wound and talking to you in a soft voice to try and keep you awake. Then, without warning, you heard a yell from the front seat and an arm wrapped around your body before being yanked out of the vehicle, leaving the two doctors to die in an explosion. You looked up to see the same man from before, his purple scars even more daunting close-up. He was carrying you bridal style and was running down the street, not making a sound. Behind him was that lizard-like villain and the magician, both making sure he wasn't caught or attacked by a hero, but there was no reason for them to be there. You'd gained enough strength to blast yourself away, but you weren't strong enough to exactly aim yourself in a certain direction. Before you knew it, you were mid-air, above the houses, and unable to let out a second blast. You came crashing down into a large bush in somebody's front garden, hitting your head and knocking yourself out.

Now, you had no idea what time it was except that it was early morning. How long you'd been in that bush was impossible to tell, and it could've been an entire day that you were missing. You were alone, your left arm most likely broken from the way it flopped around loosely and blood seeping from somewhere on your head. Despite how dizzy, nauseous and hurt you felt, you refused to stop. You'd noticed a large sign saying that you were now close to Hosu City, and you wanted to soldier on. The only place you knew in Hosu City was the hospital, and that was the one place you wanted to go. Somewhere safe, trustworthy, and somewhere you wouldn't get even more hurt.

"Young lady! Are you OK?"

You turned around to see a young woman standing by the door, her eyes wide when she saw the state you were in. You hadn't seen yourself, but you were sure you looked a right state, blood everywhere and mud all over you. If you were lucky, maybe even a few leaves in your hair. Taking a deep breath, you shook your head, somehow trusting this woman with her baby in her arms. She looked genuinely frightened, and she rushed outside towards you, her pink fluffy slippers slapping the ground and her brown hair up in a messy bun. She bent down to your height, her baby asleep in her right arm, and brushed your cheek gently with her left thumb. "You're Y/N Y/L/N, aren't you? The girl who went missing?"

Your eyes lit up, and you nodded frantically, trying not to cry into this stranger's shoulder. Then, she noticed your body and nearly screamed.

Your shirt was destroyed, the rips showing the torn bandage underneath and part of the burn wound you'd received the day before. The arm was not only broken, but cuts and bruises were littered all over, as well as all over your legs. Blood seeped from both your nose and forehead, and your eyes were swollen from tears. She looked shocked, and she tried her best not to cry. Overall, the woman was very beautiful, with short brown hair down to her shoulders. Her brown eyes were warm and kind, and she had pink cheeks. She helped you limp into her house, and with that, she shut the door.

"Hozumi! Can you call the police and ambulance, please? I found the missing girl!" the woman called out, leading you to her living room and letting you sit on the dark green, leather couch. It was comfortable, but you lay on your stomach across it, wincing when the bandage rubbed against your burn wound. The woman didn't seem to mind, and almost instantly, Hozumi dashed in, a phone in his hand. He was rather tall and strongly built, with dirty blonde hair and a squarish-face. His hazel eyes were just as kind as his wife's, and it soothed your worries. He took one look at you and began to dial for the police, but then cocked his head.