Breaking the Chains

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Bakugou Katsuki's body trembled violently as he lay on the narrow bed in the rehab facility, his face pale and drenched in sweat. The withdrawal symptoms had taken their toll on him, leaving him in a state of torment. He clutched his stomach, feeling the intense urge to vomit rising once again. Every ten minutes, his weakened body convulsed, and he heaved uncontrollably.

In the midst of this relentless battle, Izumi, a black-haired girl he had befriended during their time in rehab, stood by his side. She had seen Bakugou at his worst, witnessed the painful journey of recovery alongside him, and now, she couldn't bear to see him suffer alone. Izumi approached the facility staff, her voice filled with concern and compassion.

"Please, is there any way I can be with him? He needs someone by his side, someone who understands."

The staff members exchanged a brief discussion, recognizing the importance of support in such challenging moments. Finally, a nurse nodded understandingly. "We can allow you to stay with him. Just remember to respect the facility's rules and regulations."

Gratitude welled up inside Izumi as she made her way back to Bakugou's bedside. She knew that this journey would be arduous, but her determination to be there for her friend remained steadfast. She gently took his trembling hand in hers, her touch offering comfort and reassurance.

"Bakugou, I'm here for you. You don't have to go through this alone."

Bakugou's red eyes met Izumi's, a mix of vulnerability and gratitude shining through. He mustered a weak smile, appreciating her presence despite his agonizing state. "Thanks, Izumi. It means a lot."

Izumi's heart ached at his suffering, but she remained steadfast in her support. "We're in this together, Bakugou. I'll be here for you, every step of the way."

As the moments passed, Bakugou's condition worsened. The waves of nausea seemed unrelenting, and his fever soared, causing him to shiver uncontrollably. Izumi fetched a damp cloth and gently placed it on his forehead, attempting to provide some relief from the scorching heat coursing through his body.

With each violent bout of vomiting, Izumi would hold a basin beneath Bakugou's chin, supporting him as he expelled the contents of his stomach. She spoke soothingly, her voice laced with empathy. "Just let it out, Bakugou. Take it one moment at a time. I'm right here with you."

Bakugou's body convulsed with another wave of nausea, and Izumi's grip on the basin tightened, offering him stability and care. Bakugou's body convulsed with tremors as he fought against the relentless grip of Xanax withdrawal. He curled up on his bed, tears streaming down his face, and whispered hoarsely, "I can't... I can't do this anymore."

Izumi, sitting beside him, placed a gentle hand on his back. "Bakugou, I know it's tough, but you're stronger than you think. Just hold on a little longer. This too shall pass." 

He glanced up at her through bleary eyes, his voice trembling. "It hurts... so damn much. Why did I let it get this far?"

Izumi's voice softened, filled with empathy. "Addiction is a cunning enemy, Bakugou. It's not your fault. You're taking the steps to change, and that's what matters."

A sudden wave of nausea swept over Bakugou, and he grabbed the basin Izumi had been holding frantically, emptying his stomach with violent heaves. Izumi stayed by his side, holding back his hair and murmuring comforting words. "Just let it out, Bakugou. Your body is cleansing itself. It's a sign of progress."

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