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X: Questions and Answers

When I arrived back at the school, I was sent to receive immediate medical attention from Recovery Girl, who helped pull the splinters and chips of wood out of my back while kissing my wounds to make sure that I could feel better as soon as possible. I was grateful for her, especially since I was tired of hurting for so long. She treated me with kindness and compassion, working in silence as to not overload my sensory systems. It was the most humanely I'd been treated all day — I appreciated her professionalism and mortality.

The rest of the afternoon, after my treatment, was spent laying down and getting some rest after this whole stressful ordeal had finally elapsed.

It was in the late evening when I woke up, groggy and unaccustomed to the bright lights that hung from the ceiling of Recovery Girl's office. Blinking a couple of times and squinting my eyes in disorientation, I groaned and sat up in the little cot I was in, taking a couple of minutes to adjust myself and find my place so that I wasn't a mess when I stepped outside. Feeling an unbearable pounding sensation in my head, I sighed and slipped off the bed I previously laid on, a zip of lightning racing up my legs as my feet touched the floor.

My knees folded, buckling, and I almost hit the ground if not for the aid of Recovery Girl, who was quick to act on catching me.

"Slow down, sweetheart," she chuckled, "No need to rush." I managed to meekly laugh along with her, but was more focused on the aching in my bones and that persistent thudding on my skull. Taking a deep breath and attempting to haul myself up with my arms, I found that they too, were useless in my pursuit, as I just fell again due to the pain. Recovery Girl patted my shoulder reassuringly, wrapping her arm around my torso and underneath my arms.

"It's alright dear, I can help you." She leaned my body on hers, and sure enough, I was able to slowly but surely make progress to the point where I could stand on my own instead of being crumpled in on myself. I was shaking and sweating bullets, but at least I could hold my own.

"The pain is settling in right now, which is normal," Recovery Girl murmured, clasping my hand in hers, "I'm sorry I can't do anything else for you at the moment, but please let me know if you need anything, dear. I'm going to get you a wheelchair to use for the time being." She started to make her way towards a storage room at the back of her office, but stopped midway, as if remembering something.

"I forgot to mention -- your classmates want to see you. Is it alright with you if they come?" I brightened up at her comment, my hurting completely forgotten for a split-second. My face contorted into a delighted grin, relieved that they were willing to visit.

"Of course. I'd be so happy." Recovery Girl smiled at my expression, nodded, then got a wheelchair and told me to sit and wait until people had arrived.

It wasn't long before the other students came, some more worried than others, but still some element of anxious nevertheless. Uraraka, who was in tears, rushed to me and pleaded for me to say that I was alright, to which I obliged to, reassuring the brunette that I was fine. It wasn't necessarily the case, but I knew that it was the best thing to say to her to prevent even more complications. Midoriya and Mina had both cried a bit themselves, but only shared their sentiments in saying that they were glad I was here, and doing physically better than before. I was thankful for their awareness of the situation at hand, and their acknowledgement in how difficult it would have been if they were to say anything else.

Then there were those who were quieter. Shoto, Iida, Tokoyami, Bakugo, amongst many others. They held their heads low and chose not to speak at all. I couldn't assume that they all felt bad, but the predicament must have put a damper on their moods. I couldn't blame them, in all honesty -- it was scary. Shoto had been the only one to embrace me, an opportunity that I took full advantage of, basking in his familiar hold and touch, comforted by his scent and atmosphere. With my eyebrows furrowed and my eyes squeezed shut, I couldn't focus on anything else but his inherent sorrow and possible guilt.