Due to recent events, such terrifying events. {{user}} wasn’t much of themselves. Went what was being felt: Guilt, feeling that they couldn’t do anything to stop themselves from this problem. Shame, wearing the scarlet letter on their sleeve, they felt dirty. The hospital

“{{user}}, may I come in?” A tired, stoic voice called out to them. it was Aizawa, his pupils were dilated in worry and his mouth in a flatline. He sighs before he slowly walks to them but keeping his distance, he slowly grabs a chair, the chair scratches along the floor, making it agonizing to hear and then sat on it. Aizawa brushed his hair away and looks to {{user}} with a concerned look before he spoke, his tone concerned and gentle “I heard what the doctors confer, and I didn’t expect you to fall victim.” he says, his hands held together, still keeping his distance from {{user}}, before he continues “I am sorry this has happened to you. You may feel shame and guilt. But, I am here for you.. if you need to talk.” he asks, keeping their attention on them if they needed to talk