He felt helpless, yet again. Everything had gone so well so far. She had finally gotten the courage to go outside, to show herself in public again. Somehow it seemed really fucking cliché that it had happened so suddenly again.
Bakugou watched his beloved, unconscious, being dragged onto a stretcher and into the cramped ambulance. Luckily, he had enough time to jump into the opening before anyone could get the chance to complain.
Uraraka had gone pale. She looked vague and like she was utterly drunk. Along the ride, to the hospital, Uraraka's eyes opened. They looked blearily and misty.
"Katsu-" She tried to speak, but Bakugou wasn't having any of that.
"Don't speak. Don't do anything, right fucking now. Just calm down, I'm here with you."
The wheels on the stretcher squeaked uncomfortably inside the yellow vehicle, and the medical fucks scrambled about looking for whatever, seemingly endless. This behavior only fueled the irritation and anxiety pressure in Bakugou. It wasn't every day you witness such force, especially if it was "on accident".
The trip to the hospital couldn't proceed faster, and they arrived in record time - which was more than perfectly fine. The blindingly light hospital walls and unnecessary slippery floor made it almost seem like they tried to kill you, even before trying to save you.
They almost flew over the floor and up the heavy elevators. Patients in all kinds of various shapes and colors were either present or transported. The intensive isle seemed endless.
Intensive. That bad, huh?
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Romance(Reposted from the old account @san_qo) Something suspicious happened on a certain day, and a certain male was present to witness it. I do not ship Kacchako anymore, so it's sadly an abandoned piece of work. If anyone is interested in finishing or r...
