Everything - An MHA Story

Chapter 2: Safety

I groan, slowly opening my eyes to see a grey ceiling. I jolt up, almost butting heads with a person hunching over me on a stool. It was a short woman with grey hair tied up in a bun, wearing pink goggles of sorts. I was breathing heavily, my head swiveling around as I observe my surroundings. I was in a clean room, cleaner than any I've ever seen before. I noticed that there were 5 beds including mine. All of which have curtains between them. All except mine were empty. The walls were a dull greyish green color, with bright fluorescent lights hung on the roof.

I move a bit and notice a soft feeling on my chest and look down. I was wearing a bright green shirt that went down to my knees. I looked around a bit more and noticed my rags in the plastic bin under her desk. My breathing slowed down as I realized I wasn't in any kind of danger, yet. I try to speak, my voice coming out in a brash attempt of speaking.

The old lady seemed prepared for this, as she reached behind her and grabbed a glass full of a clear liquid. She goes to hand it to me, but I back away. I've never seen that before. She sits on the stool calmly, holding the liquid out to me. I wasn't dead yet, so I decided to grab the glass. I raise my left arm and hesitantly take it from her gloved hand. It was cool to the touch.

I raise it to my nose first, smelling it. I smelled something, just not anything I knew. I looked up at her, and she did this thing with her mouth. The corners turned up and her teeth showed through her lips. Almost like a friendly growl? I tried to copy it, my cheeks hurting from my efforts. She touched my arm. "Drink. You're in desperate need of water, sweetie."

Her voice was soothing, I relaxed slightly. I raised the glass to my lips and took a small sip, sloshing it in my mouth before swallowing. "W-.. Water..?" I looked at her, wondering. The look she gave me, she looked very confused. "It's just water, dear. Drink up. I can tell you have quite a few questions." I nodded, and slowly tipped the glass back. The cool smooth liquid ran down my throat. Soreness in the back of my throat dissipated. I had never even noticed it. I coughed, feeling my mouth suddenly moisten.

She sits down on the end of the bed and pats my calf gently. "What's your name sweetie?" I felt a chill run down my spine at what he called me. So, I decided to make a new one for myself. "I.. I'm Sibetayga." She nodded gingerly, smiling some.

I set the glass down on the silver table on my left. I went to scratch my right side and felt a sting in my forearm. I looked down, seeing a needle inside my arm, with a tube hooked up to it. That tube fed the needle a white liquid, pushing it into my arm. My breathing becomes forced, while my heartbeat increases. I hear a machine beeping in the background start picking up speed, beeping in tune. It goes faster, and I snap. I reach for my forearm and attempt to tear the thing out of my arm. It just goes around in circles, and I felt hot pain inside my arm. I kept pulling and twisting and tried to tear it free.

I could hear the woman calling for someone but I didn't care. I yanked at it hard, pulling it straight up. It went deeper then came free. I held it in my hand, panting, and bleeding now. I looked up at her and saw the worry in her eyes. Another man came rushing in at her call. He had a sort of lanky build, with long black hair and tired eyes. He was wearing all black and had a weird scarf around his neck. He looked at her, then at me. His gaze softened somewhat when he noticed my hands and arms.

I just realized, my arms were out in the open. And the lady, she changed me. They must have seen them. My face went red with shame, and I pulled the little sheet up over my head. I felt tears fall, but I suppressed any sounds. I heard them muttering, and eventually felt a tug on the sheet. A small one, more like asking for permission to take it off than anything. I wiped my face on the gown and dropped the sheet, looking up at the man.

I try to cover my arms, feeling the ridges of my scars brush my fingertips. I dropped my gaze. I felt a hand on my head. Looking up, seeing it was the tall man. "Recovery Girl, the principal wanted to speak with him. Is he okay to move, once he's fixed up?" She nodded and reached into her cabinet, pulling out a roll of gauze. In just a minute or two, the old lady had me patched up.

"Recovery... Girl?" She looked at me. I stood on my feet, shaky at first. I walked up to her. "Th-thank you... for the water and stuff." The man put his hand on my shoulder. "Follow me." I waved to Recovery Girl and followed the tall man. He led me through long large hallways with quite a few windows. We stopped in front of double doors.

He knocked on the door, and I heard a cheerful voice reply. "Come in!" The man pushes the door open and leads me in. There's a small coffee table with 2 green couches on either side. There's a window on the far wall, giving a view of the city. On the couch to the left was a... Bear, dog, mouse... thing? It was covered in white fur and had a fitting vest on. Only to my surprise he spoke like a human and had quite a bit of confidence despite his small stature.

The Principal Introduced himself and the tall man, as Aizawa-Sensei and Principal Nezu. After I and the Principal spoke about where I came from, and why I went to U.A., he declared that I will become a student at U.A., my only haven from... him. Principal Nezu then told me that in two weeks, once my body and strength have been built back up, I'd be training to take the U.A. hero course entrance exam. All I could think of was how I would bulk up in time. I took a deep breath and locked eyes with the principal and mumbled "I'll do it."