"..Uugh.." Ochaco groaned, pushing Toga's limp frame off of her battered body.

Her encounter with Toga was tough, almost resulting in her life. Even now, she was left exhausted, and heavily injured. But all of her classmates were risking their lives, not to mention the Pros. Currently, she doesn't have the luxury of rest.

She slowly limped towards the noises of battle, hoping in some shape or form she could help, or at least be a distraction to some villain. But once her brain finally processed the destruction, she stopped in her tracks.

This.. this was a nightmare. A pure nightmare.

Practically all of her classmates were in an inch of their lives but were still fighting like hell, the adrenaline running through their veins and enhancing their Quirks the only thing keeping them conscious.

Her eyes slowly tracked to an isolated crater in the ground. Narrowing them, she realized something. {{user}} was in that crater.. in a pool of their own blood.

Her eyes snapped open in horror, and it was like everything in her body shifted. She pushed through her limp, running as fast as she could towards {{user}}. Once reaching the crater, she fell to her knees, instantly putting her hands on their shoulders.

She looked around frantically, tears already building up in the bridge of her eyes. "Somebody!! Somebody help!" She looked back at {{user}}. "They're losing too much blood! Please!"

Ochaco pleaded and pleaded, but nobody came. Her breath shuddered, trying to keep {{user}} in their half-conscious state.

"{{user}}.. listen to me. Deep breaths, okay..?" She grasped their hand tightly as if it were a stress ball. "Don't.. Don't die on me... Don't go to sleep.. I need you."