"Forever"

"He's flatlining!"

Doctor Talki's POV

It was disturbing to see a young 15-year-old fighting for his life, especially when said 15-year-old won't stop seizing.

"He's flatlining!"

We've been going at this for five minutes now. The moment we manage to stabilize him, the seizures just pick up again, and then his heart stops. It was a routine that was tiring for my medical team, and I couldn't help the tears of frustration that slipped down my cheeks as I started chest compressions again.

"Get me Aizawa," I demanded the moment Todoroki started breathing again. I glanced around the room, seeing nobody move. "Now!"

~ Time skip ~

Aizawa's POV

"Todoroki had a seizure. Eight, to be exact."

I pressed my lips together, running my hand down my face. This was not good.

"Is he okay?" I asked, worry coursing through my veins.

Talki looked down, swallowing. "I'm sorry, Mr Aizawa. If Todoroki has another seizure, we might not be able to save him."

I squeezed my eyes shut, uselessness overflowing me.

This is bad, I looked to my right, through a glass window that lead into Todoroki's hospital room. If he dies, it'll break Midoriya.

Through the window, there was a faint outline of Todoroki's body, machines to his left and right. He had a tube down his throat, which made me remember the events of a few months ago, when Todoroki was refusing to eat, and he was dying, like he is now –

"What's keeping him unconscious?"

Talki looked up, biting her lip. "We have him on sedatives to keep him under. If we didn't, he'd be in a lot of pain –."

"But he'd be awake, correct?"

Talki nodded. "Yes."

I smiled, releasing a breath. "I want you to wake him up, doctor."

Talki sighed and brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Sir, I understand why you would want to do this, but it'll be torture for the boy –."

I stood, walking towards Todoroki's room. "For him, nothing is more torturous than not living his life and being away from the people he loves."

Without asking for permission, I grasped the door handle and turned the knob, nudging the door open and stepping into the cool room. I walked forward and sat beside Todoroki on the bed, hesitating before I gently took his hand in mine.

"You're going to be okay, kid," I mumbled, moving my other hand to his forehead and brushing his hair from his face. "It's going to be okay."

The only response I got was the steady beeping of his heart monitor, and I couldn't have been happier for the sound. I scanned the teen, grimacing when I saw the bandages on his waist and the neck brace that stopped his head from moving involuntarily.

We haven't been able to get Recovery Girl to help speed up the healing process since Todoroki is still very weak, and I can only hope that once he wakes up he would regain some of his strength. After all, his future as a pro hero depends on it.

I stayed there for a few more minutes before I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I sighed when I saw that Bakugou texted me.

Bakugou: Hey, Sensei. I need you to come back to Izuku's room right now.

I blinked and slid off the bed, giving Todoroki's hand a final squeeze before leaving the room.

When I reached Midoriya's room, I was met with the smell of foul air and a coughing sound, which set off millions of alarm bells in my head. Midoriya was on the floor, his casted broken leg sprawled to his left and a trash can between his thighs. The greenette was hunched over, blood mixed with his vomit as he hurled into the trash, his hands trembling as he gripped the rim of the plastic.

Bakugou was at his side, as expected, with one arm around his shoulders while the other helped hold the trash can in case Midoriya let go.

Oh, I thought, blinking. He must be starting to feel the symptoms of withdrawal.

"Hey, problem child," I greeted, crouching down in front of him and resting my hand on his shoulder. "How're you feeling?"

The quivering teen glanced up and glared at me, his emerald orbs filled with tears. "I'm doing just great, Mr Aizawa," there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone before he hunched forward, throwing up again. After he took a few breaths he looked up again, seeming exhausted. "Please, Sensei, I-I need them. Please."

I pressed my lips together and frowned, feeling slightly guilty. "I can't give you your pills, Midoriya. I'm sorry, kid."

The greenette continued to stare at me, tears slipping down his cheeks.

"I-I want you to leave, Sensei," the teen murmured, closing his eyes. "I'm sorry, but I can't . . . I can't look at you right now."

I silently nodded, my knees cracking as I stood. "It's okay, kid. I understand," I walked towards the door, turning the knob and opening it. "I'll come back later. Please message me if you need anything."

Bakugou nodded and Midoriya looked down, leaning onto the blonde's shoulder.

With that, I left the room.

I left the room with a gaping hole in my heart.

Sorry this chapter wasn't that good again. The next chapter will be better.

Thank you for being patient with me. It means a lot.

Anime recommendation: Tower of God, which is about a group of young individuals who have to face challenging and supernatural tests to climb a tower in hopes of reaching the top. It is really entertaining, and is also a Webtoon, so be sure to check it out :)

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