escape ⇄ katsuki bakugou〔√〕

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❝ESCAPE❞

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

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After what feels like a decade of waiting, the doctor finally walks out of the hospital room and approaches the pinkette. She perks up and clenches her jaw in anticipation. He flips through the pages clipped on his notepad and then elevates his eyes to meet hers. He parts his lips and inhales to speak, only to shake his head a second later. He tucks the notepad under his arm, Mina jumps to her feet.

‟Mister Ashido is... not out of the red zone, but I'm positive he will survive.” The doctor drops his shoulders. ‟He's currently sleeping, so he may not respond if you talk to him, but he's well, conscious and breathing.”

Mina nods her head in understandment. The doctor takes a step aside and motions to the door he just walked out of. ‟You can walk in. Try not to make it too long, though.”

Again, she nods. ‟Thank you.”

The doctor nods back and departs, disappearing down the corridor. Mina walks up to the door and grabs onto the doorknob. She gulps, then takes in a deep breath before pushing the door open and stomping inside due to her being nervous all of a sudden.

Why she's nervous? She's honestly got no idea.

She pushes and closes the door behind herself. Her eyes instantly fall onto his frame, laying and sleeping peacefully in the hospital bed, covered from his toes to his chest by a thin cover provided by the hospital. Mina slowly lets go of the doorknob and gently pushes herself off the door. She takes small and slow steps towards the hospital bed, her topaz oculusses not moving off her snoozing father.

She stands next to his bed. She notices a chair placed next to his bed and decides to take a seat. She rests her elbows on her knees and interwines her ten fingers together as she leans forward. She furrows her brows and oggles him all over.

She notices how his chest doesn't rise or fall but that a bit of fog forms inside the inhalator mask everytime he exhales, the way the intravenous injection needled in his antecubital fossa twitches barely noticeably, how clean his face actually is, when she arrived, she found her neighbour wiating for her and they told her that they found her father bathing in his own puke, and his facial expression... he seems relaxed but also tired.

Mina faints a small smile and reaches out to her father's hand. She links her fingers with his, giving his limp hand a firm squeeze.

His hand is cold.

Her lips press into a thin line and her thumb rubs the back of his hand.

Mina wonders for what reason she decided to come. She could've just gone home and easily skip her afternoon classes, and she wouldn't get in trouble because she'd have a valid reason to leave school early. However, for some reason, she took the first bus that took her to the hospitaland even waited for the doctor to allow her in his room.