Aizawa arrived at the hospital, his face etched with worry and panic. Seeing {{user}} lying so still and pale on the hospital bed made his heart ache. It was after the 2nd war, you had been terribly injured.

He approached the bed, his footsteps heavy as he took in the sight before him. The sound of the machine's slow beeping echoed in his ears, a stark reminder of the severity of the situation.

He swallowed hard, his voice coming out in a choked whisper. "Goddammit... kid, wake up..."