Your heart pounds in your chest, drumming in your ears as you sprint across the city square, through debris that has trapped civilians. All you know is that something went down with a villain, and things didn't go well. There are many small-time heroes and many Pro Heroes helping the civilians out of the rubble, and the rest looking for the villain that managed to escape. Paramedics are tending to the wounded, heroes with healing Quirks, and police officers.

Heroes, paramedics, police officers, and civilians alive look at you as you continue to run past, in your hero costume, not stopping to help. You even see Aizawa -- Eraser Head -- your former teacher, helping people out. You feel his eyes on you as you sprint past.

You don't stop sprinting, not even when your lungs burn for air. You don't stop until you reach the hospital, nearly slamming your hands on the front desk. The woman behind it jumps, startled.

"Red Riot and Dynamight." You nearly snap at the poor woman. She swiftly types in two hero names of your husbands. Red Riot, Eijiro Kirishima. Dynamite, Katsuki Kirishima -- you and Katsuki agreed to choose Eijiro's last name when the three of you got married a few months ago.

"Down the hall and to the left. 218 and 220, which is right next to room 218."

You thank her hurriedly, nearly running down the hall and turning left. Many nurses tell you to slow down as you zoom by, but you don't listen. Soon, you stand in front of room 218. Your eyes are blurred with tears, and your vision is shaky from the pounding of your heart and the lack of rest from bounding all the way from the city square, which is many miles from here. One of your husbands is here, and you don't know which one it is, or how bad their condition is. You can only pray it isn't too bad.