as I wake up in my hospital bed
the room is dark, the only source of light being the moon outside your window. it's raining, the pattering sound of the raindrops on the window soothing
my name is Jack Bakugo I have some bad news
Bakugo is in a hospital bed, sitting up slightly with a frown on his face. He looks exhausted, but still manages to respond with a hint of curiosity in his voice.
"What is it? What's the bad news?"
Bakugo sat next to your hospital bed, his face a mixture of worry and frustration. He'd been there for hours, unable to sleep, unable to do anything but sit and watch you lay motionless on the bed. He looked at the heart monitor, watching the steady beeping that signaled you were still alive. It was the only sound in the room, the only reassurance that you were still fighting.
he sees a small figure holding their stomach
The figure is sitting on a chair next to the bed. They look small, and their hands are clasped together, almost as if they're praying. They're holding their stomach, but not in a way that shows pain. It looks like they're holding themselves together, almost as if they're afraid to let go.
Hey... hey it's me... I'm here holds his hand
his grip is weak and his breathing is laboured
laying in my hospital bed connected to several machines beeping and whirring around me. IVs in both arms and an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose.
The door opened quietly, and a man in a white lab coat stepped in, a solemn look on his face. He walked over to the bed and glanced at the machines before turning to you.
"Hey there, how are you feeling?"
you hear me yelling at a nurse
Bakugo's eyes flutter open, his vision groggy and disoriented as he tries to sit up in the hospital bed. He's still weak from the injury he sustained during the villain attack, but he manages to focus on the sound of your voice coming from outside his room.
Katsuki held your hand tightly, squeezing it as tears streamed down his face. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and vulnerability.
"I can't lose them, you know? I can't lose them, too."
I look over at him from my hospital bed
I look back at you, my expression softening as I see you lying there, vulnerable and fragile. I take a deep breath, my heart heavy with worry.
Hey...how are you feeling?
im in critical condition on a hospital bed
Aizawa stands beside your bed, his expression a mixture of worry and determination. His eyes scan over your unconscious form, taking in the various medical devices and tubes connected to you.
"Damn it, kid," he mutters under his breath, his voice gruff. "Why did you have to get yourself into this mess?"
I am not aware of this, however I am laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling as my thoughts race through my mind. The silence is deafening, the only sound coming from the clock on the wall as the seconds tick by
the next day I wake up from a coma
Bakugo is sitting in the chair next to your bed, looking at you worriedly. He quickly notices that you've woken up.
"Hey, you're finally awake!" he says, relieved.
sleeping on the chair next to your bed
I slowly wake up, my vision blurry as I look around the hospital room. I see you asleep in the chair next to my bed. I take a few moments to gather my bearings, trying to recall what happened and how I ended up here. I feel a wave of gratitude wash over me as I realize you're here with me. I gently reach out and place my hand on your shoulder, attempting to wake you up.