Why Me? // A Bakugo Angst Fic

Chapter Eight

(Quick A/N) Now I know that I havent put any warnings before chapters before cause this whole damn book is just one massive fucking trigger, and thats not gonna change. Buuuuuuttttt, with that saidddd,,,, 

WARNING: This chapter contains graphic depictions of violence and gore, viewer discretion is advised. 

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~Recovery Girl/Chiyo Shujenzi~

Chiyo was sitting in her office, sorting out some emails on her computer when a loud beeping noise interrupted her. She stood up surprisingly fast for her old age, and saw the blinking receiver on her desktop; the source of the noise. Quickly, she turned it off, and exited her office as fast as her small legs could take her. She had gotten that receiver rigged up to the monitor beside Katsuki Bakugo's bedside. It should only be beeping if something is wrong. Very, very wrong. As she hurried out of the building, and towards the dorms, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and called the one person she could count on to get there faster; Shota Aizawa. The phone rang for a few seconds, before the man on the other end picked up.

"Yes?" He asked tiredly.

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~Shota Aizawa~

Aizawa was sitting in his office in the 1-A dorms, tiredly going through emails and papers. He reached out for his coffee, and took a sip of the bitter liquid. Just as he set down his mug (that definitely didn't have a cat decal on it), his phone started to ring. He stared at it in annoyance for a moment before picking it up.

"Yes?" He asked tiredly.

"Shota?" The person on the other end asked. Oh, it was Recovery Girl.

"What do you need?" He asked in vague annoyance.

"I need you to get to Bakugo's dormitory, quick!" She said with an urgent tone. "Something's wrong!" Aizawa sprang up quickly, and began running towards the stairs, despite his exhaustion.

"What do you mean?!" He asked urgently. "What happened?"

"I don't know!" She said. "I'm on my way now, but you'll make it faster. All I know is that the receiver I rigged to his monitor suddenly went off. That should only happen if it was disconnected or...." She trailed off, leaving her sentence unfinished. They both knew what she meant, and neither would accept it as a possibility. Aizawa practically flew up the stairs, and down the hall. Before he knew it, he was at Bakugo's dorm.

With an air of uncharacteristic nervousness, Aizawa knocked once on Bakugo's dorm. He didn't know what to expect, but if Bakugo was awake, he deserved a heads up. Aizawa opened the door, and stepped inside.

The room was dimly lit and stuffy. Bakugo's bedsheets were a mess, and the thin boy beneath them was lying unconscious. . Aizawa stepped up to his bedside, and looked at him while checking the heart monitor, and breathing a sigh of relief to see a faint pulse. The boy was pale, save for the skin around his eyes, which was red and puffy. Faint remnants of tears remained on the boy's cheeks. He was awake not long ago, Aizawa deduced, judging by his still wet face. Aizawa examined him more carefully, and soon realized what caused Recovery Girl's receiver to go off. Every last drip or tube that was meant to be in Bakugo was lying limp by his side, disconnected. There were small drops of blood on the kid's skin where the drips came out. Did he rip out his own life support tubes? Just then, the door swung open again, and Recovery Girl came in.

"What happened to him?" She asked.

"Everything's disconnected." Aizawa responded. "You got here at just the right time, I don't know how to secure everything." Recovery Girl nodded grimly, and got to work fixing everything up.