A pool of blood surrounded you. It was cold. All you could feel was the sense of the cold of the blood, a pounding migraine, and cold concrete. All you heard we're screams and shouts of familiar voices. The blood was the same color of Katsuki's eyes. You laid in it. Unable to move. Fading in and out of consciousness.

You fall asleep.

Next thing you know, you're laying in a hospital bed, holding hands with someone, you slowly turned your head, and there laid Katsuki. Scars running all over his body, his eyes were closed, there were heart monitors on either side of the two bed you two laid on. They were in sync.

To say that you were confused was an understatement.

Then, Kirishima walked in, and he say on a chair on the side of your bed, he looked tired, and not just physically. Then he spoke. Kirishima- "He didn't want to leave your side, you know... He insisted on being on a bed next to you..."