Hospital Worries
Authors Note: hAhAhAhAhA- Guess who it is after about 2-2 & 1/2 weeks? That's right, buckaroos, it's this guy- *le lenni face* .... Yeah. As you can tell, I am sleep deprived, ludicrous, and I am kinda craving Pringles, Let us just get into the story, lmao.
Hours ticked by, and the day had slowly managed to blend itself into night time.
Sans was kept in the school nurse's office, because if she was sent to the hospital with no parental background, and no other sources to be called, the authorities or child services we likely to be called. For one reason, or another. Most of the orphaned children were sent to other cities, or even neighboring countries, because cities in Asia were always vastly populated.
Recovery Girl had come in several times to make sure Sans was still stable, checking the girls temperature, and bodily damage. However, she didn't mention anything about the... death to her.
How would one say to someone else that they had died and been revived by a bit of pure luck? How does one come to terms with the fact they had died at all? It all seemed so painfully annoying. However, that does not mean that it was a waste of time to the olden medic. She was genuinely concerned more than anything else.
The students had stayed in late with Aizawa, who made sure to be around constantly, in case anything was needed for his most damaged student. Even if she had been put in the hospital, Sandra proved herself to be very competent. That, though also means he should pay attention to her far more closely. If she was able to make a villain who was set out on carnage turn ALL of his attention to her, there was a good chance direct vengeance could be a next, far more bold step.
Villains all worked differently.
So no one would ever know for sure.
Most of the students parents either wait out in the parking lot, in worry for their children, or they come in, seeing as a lot f people would not want to be outside away from their kids with what had easily transpired. All of them stood in the hallway, sitting on doors, or the floor that lie firmly beneath their seats.
"I don't know how she is going to react to visitors at the moment... however you can try to go in there. Feel free to come and get me if any of you need me. I will be in my office, getting medical supplies put together for classrooms. I will have an alarm in my room if any of her equipment starts to fail, or if it detects something off with her healing process." The recovery girl opened the girl to Sandra's room walking away after lingering by, in case there was an immediate breakdown.
Sandra looks over to the door, seeing almost all of her classmates filing in one at a time. They all looked immensely worried. Sans face didn't change from what it was as for a few seconds, however, she soon altered her expression, in hopes that no one had noticed her yet.
She let her body relax, and leaned herself up against the backboard of the bed, her monitor going at a steady rate. Mina, Uraraka, Iida, and Midoriya were among the first to go up to her, and see if she was okay with small questions. They made sure not to overwhelm her though.
Sans smiled up at that, though it was obvious that she was exhausted. No normal humans eyes ever seemed to be so droopy, or darkened the way the bags under her eyes seemed to present. She greeted them passively, as if she were in there for no other reason than a broken leg from a biking accident.
"Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? You could have gotten yourself killed!" Iida scolded her, though it was firm, he didn't yell, after all, he didn't know if she had a headache. He sighed, and crossed his arms. "Sans, you fought out there, and fought long and hard." He paused.
Everyone stayed silent for a moment. Iida tried to contain his anger, though it was not at Sans, so much as it was at the situation itself. He was sure a lot of people would be more hurt than what they were if she had not intervened in basically every fight she was conscious of being active.
To have so much power to fight in more than one place at one time without clones was astonishing.
It was also worrisome.
After rubbing at his temples, he moved off to the side, Mina and Yaoyorozu walk forward.
Mina, though she was not present through most of the fight in areas Sans was in, was still scared for the girl when she heard from Momo that he coughed up blood and powder. What kind of person coughs up powder? Was that even a drawback to a quirk? If so, it was a very irking, and scary one. She even heard Bakugou mumbling something to himself. It sounded as if he said it looked like bone marrow.
"Sans, you should not just go out and act to quickly like that!" Mina puts her hands on her hips, in an attempt to keep her composure. "You scared all of us. We have only known you for a couple days, but so far, it seems that you are the only one EVERYONE in class has talked to." The pink skinned girl sighs, before she folds her arms in front of her legs, in a formal manner.
Momo took the chance to step forward, setting down the unfinished portion of Sans water on the dresser next to her. "We are just students in this school, and we have already experienced something very traumatizing. Not to mention, you looked so much on the verge of death, I was also frightened." The raven haired girl only looks to the darkened window, not wanting to look back to Sans face, in fear there would be blood pouring from her mouth again.
Sans looks around, even students in the back were all standing there in worry. Various parents were there as well, making sure that they kept an eyes out, in case anything went awry.
Bakugo walked up to the bed, nudging Yaoyorozu out of the way. He may have been an asshole, but he wasn't stupid. He did have some decency. Unless he knows them well, he is not going to just shove them out of the way. Especially someone in a high end family like the creator-of-objects herself.
"You were a dumbass. Plain and simple." He glared down to Sans, keeping his face scrunched up, in a matter of disgust, and if you looked hard enough, worry. "What was with you anyways?" He looks over to the desk, and aggressively grabbed the barely in-tact piece of cloth Sans managed to keep with her.
This, in turn, made the girl stiffen. She felt her soul (in this case, heart) start to beat faster, as if it were going to break out her rib cage. She went from calm, to on edge.
"What does this mean to you, as so why you fucking flipped out and acted like a baby out there? That was one hell of a tantrum." He waved the cloth in front of her, glowering his eyes down further, trying to intimidate her.
His mother and father were among the parents that were not int he crowd. Several of the other parents though, immediately felt themselves get angry at the boy. He was basically ridiculing her, and belittling her, after she had wen through and risked her life or all of them. Though they would have agreed she should have just tried to go about it a different way.
"Kid, I think that is enough-" Jirou's father, Kyotoku mumbled out. He didn't lay a finger on the angry blonde though, knowing it could be grounds for retaliation.
"Zip it old man, this is between her and me." Bakugo hissed out, before getting in Sans face. He noted how she was silent. She didn't say anything. She just sat there, and stared, emptily. Seeing her with no emotion at all was scarier than seeing her pissed. Several of the students step back, in fear there was going to be a fight.
"Kacchan, that is enough. She is tired, and needs sleep, you need to leave her alone." Midoriya was still intimidated by Katsuki, that was obvious, but he was not afraid to say something. He gave a subtle look to the blonde, one that only pissed the Katsuki off.
"Zip it you damn nerd!"
"Put my brothers scarf down."
There was a small voice from her. She looked him right in the eyes, and there was an unreadable, solemn anger in her eyes that made everyone freeze. Both of the eyes appeared to be missing, leaving blackness where normal eye whites would be. There was a chilling silence.
Bakugo couldn't even find the proper words to say. He just grit his teeth, and dropped the scarf on the floor, walking over it. Luckily enough, his feet were not all that dirty.
In retaliation to the crude action to her brothers scarf, though, Sans brought up her hand, and summoned several bones that spawned in from the door frame, making the blonde hit his head on them right before he made it out the door. The blonde cursed profusely, letting out an angered "Fuck you too, BITCH!" before storming down the hallway.
Sans felt her face contort in a bit of amusement. "Takes one to know one, asshole."
Every one of the students were astounded. Sans seemed to not have one set personality sometimes. Though lazy and easily amused seemed to be a default. Some of the kids felt a little happy that she did that, Bakugo was indeed an asshole, after all. Thought that did not mean they were going to treat him badly for it.
Several of the adults, though, took a good long look at Sans arms. There were bruises and scars everywhere, littering her arms, as well as around her exposed shoulder, and what little bit the could see of her legs. Every part of her seemed to be hurt. Several of the parents were concerned, seeing as they either had kids, or used to know kids who's arms and legs would end up in that condition due to very bad, self-detrimental reasons.
Beru Asui, Tsuyu's mother, took note of it in particular. She made a small promise to herself to talk to the principal, or anyone else she deemed necessary for this development. However, this did lead her to wonder where the girls own guardians or caretakers were. If it were her little tadpole, Tsu in that bed, she wouldn't even be able to work with a clear conscious. No matter how much they needed the money.
Recovery Girl walks in after some more time passes, before letting everyone know it was time to go. All of them say goodbye to Sans, before leaving, the scarf piece mysteriously vanishing with the crowd.
((To be Continued.))