A Life Worth Living (Aizawa x OC)

2- Waking Up

Every now and then a few cars passed the small street next to the hospital. Apart from the noises they produced that somehow managed to echo in room 4, there was nothing but a deafening silence.

The big bed in the corner of the room was occupied. The woman lying there was covered by grey bedsheets and looked like the bed was about to swallow her any minute. Her breathing was shallow, so shallow that if someone entered the room, they would surely have troubles to realize that someone was even in there.

Her whole body was relaxed, making it look like she was in a deep and peaceful slumber. Her skin was pale, giving her a ghost-like appearance. The long, dark brown hair, that was surrounding her head on the pillow, created a strong contrast to her almost translucent skin. It was obvious that she hadn't left the bed for a long time.

Some sprinkles of sunlight illuminated her delicate face, highlighting the freckles decorating her cheeks. Apart from the freckles, there was also a scar running from her right eyebrow, crossing her eyelid and the bridge of her small nose, to the middle of her left cheek. The scar wasn't fresh, but also not too old. It had healed perfectly and had already started to fade. Still, the tissue hadn't managed to completely blend in with her skin tone yet, especially with her sickly pale appearance.

But there was no doubt - not even the prominent scar or her clearly unhealthy appearance could lessen her beauty. In fact, it was quite the contrary. The imperfection decorating her features contributed to her charm. The only thing that really stood out was a white gauze covering her neck. On the left side, situated on the middle of her neck, the gauze was soaked with blood, not fitting the rest of the incredibly sterile room.

But out of a sudden, the woman's breathing started to speed up, her chest visibly rising and falling in an increasing pace. Her long and slim fingers started to twitch repeatedly, and her eyes seemed to move under her lids, her thick and curly lashes gradually beginning to flutter.

Her consciousness was about to leave the frozen state it had been in, and the thoughts slowly started to return to her mind.

Big fat oof. My head.

As her mind slipped out of its numb state, the brunette was immediately hit by a crushing pain, making her head feel like it filled to the brim and about to explode any second. But except for her head, her entire body was numb, almost like a cloud was swallowing her up and not allowing her to leave.

I can't feel anything. I can't sense anything. I can't see anything. What the fuck is actually going on here? Where the hell am I?

The brunette felt the urge to assess and analyse the situation like she usually did before she started to act. That was routine by now. That was part of her job as hero. Stuff you already learn in grade one of every hero school scattered across Japan.

Maybe if I try to concentrate, I can get rid of that cloud.

But somehow, she found herself struggling with it. It was extremely exhausting to keep her thoughts focused, to remain concentrated, to prevent them from forming a chaotic knot.

Something is holding me down and blurring my mind.

Surrendering the intention to maintain the control of her thoughts, she attempted to focus on her body instead, which seemingly didn't exist. She felt like the reverse version of the headless horseman. Her head floating in space while her body was non-existent.

But there was one thing she was one hundred per cent certain of. Whatever was happening right now. It needed to stop. She needed to get out of there, wherever that there might be.

Maybe I can use my quirk.

Even though the idea to utilize her quirk to somehow get her body back and leave that foggy place increased her hopes, said hopes immediately started to dwindle again as all of the attempts to activate her quirk failed, causing her to grow increasingly frustrated.