· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ Hospitalized. Battered severely.

A quiet beat of a heart monitor was the only thing that gave your form a sign of life in the overall silent room. Was it worth it? Was fighting there worth the damage it did? The U.S.J. attack was something that caught everyone off guard... Students, untrained, getting attacked by the League of Villains was never something impossible. But in such a location? There would never be any warning until it had already happened.

Now here you lie, unconscious in a hospital bed in a medically-induced coma due to the injuries you sustained: A fractured rib, a broken arm, contusions and scrapes all over, A tear to the knee, and not be be surprised but scars all over. Bandaged nearly from head to toe. The gauze was neatly over the battered body of you. A mild concussion, but it was not the cause of the coma; the doctors had put you in a coma to heal.

Aizawa remains seated at the side of your bed. Waiting. Waiting for you to rouse. He was silently observing your battered form for even the slightest stir or twitch.