The sounds of a heart monitor and hushed voices lull you out of your seemingly endless slumber. Your eyes fluttered open, and then they were suddenly hit with the bright white room, with open curtains, the sunlight seeping through. You had to squint your eyes in order to get used to the sudden light.

The hushed whispers ceased when you made a grunt of discomfort from the sudden light. Three, blurry figures leaned over your hospital bed. Your vision soon cleared, and standing there was Izuku, Shoto, and Iida, looking at you with concern, yet relief.

"How are you feeling?" Izuku's soothing, soft voice asked.

"You're injuries do not hurt too much, do they?" Iida's straightforward, calculating voice asked right after Izuku.

"We're glad you're okay." Shoto's calm, almost monotone, and slightly detached delivered voice asked after Iida.

What were they talking about? Oh, yeah, that's right. The hero killer. He almost killed you. You had arrived to help them- get them to safety, but... you almost died trying to do that. You were too reckless and continued to get cut, slashed and stabbed.