I was in the infirmary. Weak. Recovery Girl won't let me leave, she says she's still doing 'tests.' Weak. I can't believe I'm stuck in this stupid place. I'm just so weak.
Thoughts swirl in my head like fog, one never lasting too long. They have a pretty clear message, though. If I wasn't so weak, this would be different. If I hadn't been so weak, Deku never would have attempted. If I hadn't been so weak, I could've known he was alive. If I hadn't been so weak, I would never have told him to kill himself or try it myself.
If I hadn't been so weak, maybe me and Deku could be together right now.
Recovery Girl walks in with her cane and hobbles over to my bed.
"Ah, good morning, dearie. Have a lollipop. That villain must have given you quite the scare, huh?" Don't call him a villain. I was never scared of him. He's just confused. I can save him. Don't call him a villain. My hands tighten on the sheets and I shoot the old lady a glare.
"He's not a villain." My voice cracks a bit on the last word, and I know that in the eyes of the law he is a villain. But I still see the sweet little boy who couldn't shut up about All Might. The boy who stole my heart.
Recovery Girl looks puzzled, but I guess she ultimately decides to leave it because all she does is pat my hand with an uncertain smile. "Ok, dearie, what ever you say." She waddles out of the room and leaves me alone again with my thoughts. All I can do is stare at the ceiling and count the tiles. I wonder what he's up too right now?