Fortuitous

Chapter 2

cw: male to female body parts, vomit (idk are people sensitive to that?)

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At some point, Bakugo realizes he must have fallen asleep in that medical cot, because all of a sudden he's waking up and everything is blinding white.

Hospital, he thinks, I must be in a hospital.

He moves to sit up, moving the blankets off of him and shivering at the cold air on his exposed skin. He's wearing a hospital gown, arms and legs exposed, but he has on those ugly beige socks that bundle up around your ankles.

He makes an effort to stand, but his legs wobble and his lower half burns when he pushes himself off the bed. That either means the quirk really messed him up in a short period of time, or put him out long enough that his legs suffered from lack of use. He thinks he'd be connected to more machines if it were the latter though. The burning however...

The door creaks open as he cautiously moves himself to sit back down.

"Bakugo Katsuki," a tall brunette woman in a white coat speaks as she enters the room. "Good to see you're awake."

She takes notes on a clipboard and then moves to log into the computer in the opposite corner of the room. Bakugo recognizes she must be his doctor and patiently waits for her to introduce herself, even if the clicks of the keyboard bring him closer and closer to blowing the place up the longer he hears them.

Finally, she speaks.

"I'm doctor Ikeda. I'll be looking over you while you're here. Any questions for me?"

"How long have I been out?"

His voice is rough and he only realizes after he's spoken that his tongue feels like sand and his throat is extremely parched.

"Only a day," the doctor responds, "you were brought in yesterday accompanied by that pro hero Shoto."

It's like she read his mind, filling a cup with water while she spoke and handed it to him. He chugged it down, moving his head towards the window to see the stars already out and visible.

Bakugo internally tuts. He's been decommissioned for more like a day and a half. Almost two.

"He stayed with you all night, you know. Poor boy was really restless looking after you; didn't sleep a wink and kept asking for updates until you were moved to this room, where he refused to leave your side. But we managed to convince him to go home earlier. At least for a little bit. He was hesitant but left me the message that he'd be back first thing tomorrow morning. You sure got a good friend in him."

Bakugo rolls his eyes. Of course the airhead was a good friend. He was always there for Bakugo despite his abrasiveness, always unbothered and good-natured regardless of the blond's attitude. Sometimes he thinks Halfie can even be worse than Deku and his stupidly big heart, or Kirishima and his unlimited kindness. Not that he'd ever admit something like that. Besides, he doesn't need Icy-Hot to look after him, not after he's already seen him so weak. He's done enough already accompanying him here in the first place.

"Whatever. How long until I can leave?"

The doctor looked at him, her face unreadable. Bakugo knew what that meant.

"Have you noticed any differences after the quirk misfire?"

Bakugo takes the time to think about it, sighing after he decides on what he wants to say. He's learned a long time ago to just be honest if he doesn't want to stay longer than necessary, or worse, be forced to come back.