Katsuki was heavily wounded. There was a hole through his heart, and the whole right side of his face had been practically smashed. It had been a miracle Katsuki held on for as long as he did. By the time the nurses patched him up he should’ve been pronounced dead.

This ‘miracle’ of a boy was barely breathing, but his heart was still pumping.. somehow, so the doctors couldn’t take him off life support just yet, they needed to wait it out.

He was in a coma.

This process of ‘waiting it out’ might take a longer time than expected, so the nurses and doctors assigned to Katsuki decided to let his family and people close to him visit the boy. Not that he could talk back or anything..

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Katsuki’s parents, Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugo, sat beside you and Eijiro in the waiting room. You were on the 2nd floor for younger patients in more critical condition, the receptionist downstairs called them ‘miracle children’ like that would make any of you feel better about the situation.

Each of you went in one by one, by Eijiro’s turn it was almost 9pm, leaving only a few more hours for you. Eijiro walked out and to you, giving you a little knee-tap and a nod to tell you it was your turn.

You weren’t ready for this. You knew he’d be covered with breathing machines and bandages. Something you didn’t want to see Katsuki in at all. Y’know that id he was awake he’d feel helpless and weak.