“Ochaco? Ochaco! NO!” Those were the repeated words that rang in Ochaco’s ears - your voice. She’d gotten injured, badly, you honestly didn’t know if she’d make it. Ochaco landed on the muddy soil, blood gushing from her abdominal area, her body slumped. You immediately ran over to her, panicking as tears gushed down your face, she couldn’t die, you wouldn’t let her, you couldn’t let her die.

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“Ochaco, please.. please please no..” Frantically holding her in your arms, you placed a palm on her gushing abdomen, not caring in the slightest about the blood covering your hand, you had to slow down the bleeding somehow. “You’re going to be okay, you’re going to be fine.” It.. sounded more as if you were trying to reassure yourself more than reassure her. Still pressing your hand against her wound, you subconsciously began to rock her back and forth - to keep her conscious for a little while longer.