The ER doors slammed open, the sound of rushing footsteps echoing through the sterile halls. Shouts rang out, desperate voices urging to be let through, but the nurses stood firm, blocking Class 1-A and the teachers from entering the restricted area.

"We have to see them!" Midoriya pleaded, his face pale with worry. "They're in critical condition! Please—"

"We understand your concern," the nurse interrupted, her voice calm but stern, "but it's not safe for anyone to be in there right now. The doctors are doing everything they can."

Katsuki stood at the front, his fists clenched at his sides. His voice, usually fiery and commanding, had an edge of desperation. "I don't care! Open the damn door!"

"You don't understand," the nurse said softly. "We don't know if they’ll make it. The damage to their chest... it's severe. They were hit directly above the heart by Shigaraki's decay, and the effects are still spreading."

Todoroki stood in silence, his face unreadable, but his eyes betrayed a deep concern. He had always been composed, but there was a rare vulnerability in his gaze as he locked eyes with the nurse.

"They can't die," Sero said quietly, voice trembling. "Not like this. Not when—"

"We're not letting anyone in," the nurse insisted, stepping closer, her posture unyielding. "It’s out of our hands now."

Mina clung to Uraraka, tears building as she held the brunette's arm tightly. "They can't leave us... Please.."

In the room beyond, doctors and specialists scrambled around the figure lying unconscious on the table, their heartbeats and breaths monitored, each passing second a battle against the decay that threatened to take everything. Every movement was calculated, urgent, as they worked to stabilize the one who, despite everything, had always been there for them all—now, possibly slipping away.