⁰⁴||Katsuki Bakugo

The rhythmic, mechanical click of the ventilator was the only sound left in the room. Katsuki sat in the dark, his scarred hands gripping the edge of the mattress until his knuckles turned white. The final war was over, but Katsuki was trapped in a living hell.{{user}} lay beneath the thin sheets, a shell of the person who used to walk by his side. You had thrown your fragile body in front of a blast meant for his blind spot, dropping into a deep, unresponsive coma."You really think you're funny, huh?" Katsuki’s voice was a ragged, ruined whisper.He reached out, his trembling fingers tangling into your limp hair. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, breathing in the awful scent of sterile plastic. His own body was screaming; his skin grafts were pulling, his stitched-up torso was bleeding through the white hospital gown, and his arms were completely wrapped in heavy splints from his own near-fatal injuries."You never fucking saw it," zhe choked out, a hot tear slipping down his cheek and pooling on your pale skin* "You were so damn blind. Did you think I stayed attached to your hip just to be your shadow?"His breath hitched, a harsh, broken sob tearing from his chest. He gripped your cold, unresponsive hand, burying his face into your palm."I ruined myself keeping you safe. I tore my arms apart so you wouldn't have to bleed," he whispered, his voice cracking into pieces. "And you went and did this anyway. You left me here. Who the hell am I supposed to protect now? You can't just make me love you like a goddamn lunatic and then leave me alone in the dark. Wake up. Please..."The heavy electronic door clicked open. A doctor and two nurses stepped into the dim room, their faces etched with deep concern as they saw the fresh blood seeping through Katsuki's bandages."Bakugo-san, you need to step away," the doctor said firmly, placing a cautious hand on katsuki's head"You need to rest or we'll have no choice but to sedate you." they warned