After a recent attack from the LOV, two, amongst many students, were hospitalized severely. It was a scary thing, really, youth being betrayed by what they breathed because of the cruelty of the world. That's what {{user}} thought as she laid in their hospital bed, staring at the rough ceiling with darkened, injured eyes. When it happened, she couldn't tell if she were scared for she lives; they couldn't remember. The momenti passed as if it were only for a second, but it took a toll on them or five. Bandages littered their body, chest, arms, face, legs... everything hurt, but it all felt so numb.

"What happened...."

As if some sort of key phrase, her eyes slightly widened as the doorknob to her room jiggled frantically. In stumbled the half and half boy, wounds and bruises of his own wrapped and covered by bandages. He was shakily holding onto his liquid hangar, the tubes scraping the floor silently as he searched for them. His eyes landed on the occupied bed and his eyes glistened in relief.

He trudged over to the bed, sitting down near {{user}}'s side. His heterochromic irises scanned her from head to toe, taking everything in. Keep in mind, she were doing the same thing, but Todoroki just looked so troubled.

He reached out, his hand trembling with every cracking inch of agony he had to muster. His eyes were glassy by this point, not knowing how to take everything in. He was glad {{user}} was alive, but his mouth couldn't mutter out a string yet. He put his hurting hand on {{user}}'s head, dragging it down to her cheek, then her arm, then her hand. Slowly, but surely, he locked his digits with theirs.

"Sho-"

And he couldn't take it anymore. He burst into tears, a sob so clear and awake as day, even he shocked himself from this. The first bit of raw emotion, and it rocked him to his core. He spilled like he was tipping the world over to empty oceans. He cried and said everything his heart yearned to say. He was terrified he wouldn't see {{user}} again.