Red Thread
Well Hello there. Thanks for checking in. I'M still a piece of garbage! :DD
Nah but really guys, I spent all day on Roblox. I am very, very happy for some reason. I hope to keep a good mood through the chapter. I am trying to slow the progression of the book down a bit, and I will definitely not be going over all of the events. However, I could do my best to talk about them at length, so you know that I did not ignore their existence.
Slowness. Nothing but the dragging time of day that ate at the conscious of Sans. She was not permitted to get up from the bed, and Aizawa was in the room with her. She had tried to teleport out of the hospital, just to get caught by him. He easily got her rounded back into the hospital, because she could only travel so far via teleportation.
Sans looked over to the man, her eyes concentrated, and slightly annoyed. It was not at the lazy man, of course. She was just upset with her situation. Keeping her BOUND to the bed to keep her from moving was no use, just BECAUSE she could teleport.
Aizawa learned the hard way that she could not be bound by his quirk-cancelling powers. Leaving him more confused than anything else, at this point. Everything they had to learn about Sandra was a surprise, and lead to even more troublesome of a situation than anything they knew about her before.
In the end, Aizawa and Recovery Girl had to get her with a sedative because she Sandra had somehow worked herself up into a panic attack. She slept without ease, and tossed and turned all night. Unable to find true rest, or true satisfactory. She remembered getting the sedative administered to her body by Recover Girl. She didn't fight too much, because she already regret putting the teachers through hell just to look after her. However there was never an easy way to stop a panic attack, especially a self-induced one.
The blackness of her mind consumed her, and she floats in the abyss until she can feel her body again.
Blue eyes opening, the white-haired girl lets her gaze wander around the room. Her body ached, and she felt her head spinning, despite not even moving it yet. The darker corners of the room were spinning in place, while the immediate area over her seemed to be holding eerily still. It was disorienting.
Several shadowed figures stand over her, based on the two mops of spiked hair, the long ponytail, and a large body of hair over a nearly-hunched figure, she came to the conclusion that Kirishima, Bakugou, Yaoyorozu, and Asui were all standing there, and that was who all she saw at the LEAST.
Sitting up, Sans brings her hand up to her forehead, before rubbing at her temples. She covered her face soon after, not keen on the sunlight pooling in through the window. Her eyes flashed blue before returning to their 'Typical' white color. She only grunts and groans on her adventure called 'sitting up'.
Of course, she soon regrets sitting up in the bed. Her memories fully come flooding back to her, and she automatically loses all of her energy that he had maintained. She went to fall back in the bed a bit, but Kirishima puts his hand behind her back to keep her from falling back too heart. Her head was close to the headboard of the bed.
If there were to be enough momentum behind her fall, she most likely would have hit her head. Not a pleasant feeling, or thought for that matter.
"Thanks Kiri..? The identity of whoever kept her from falling back was still a little fuzzy, but after a moment, she managed to confirm the happy red-heads identity.
Kirishima nodded at the nickname given to him by nearly all of his classmates already. He goes to lower Sans head back to the pillow, but she stopped him, with a small grunt.
".. No. Please just help me stay sitting up. If I lay back down, I am more than likely going to fall back asleep..." Sans waited to see if Kirishima would just prop her up a bit and leave. However, the redhead stayed there, and kept his arm over her shoulder (Sort of in a buddy-like way) to keep her propped up.
She found herself blushing a little bit, her face turning light blue. However, she brushed it aside, and the blush faded quickly. She looks around, and sees Yaoyorozu sitting there with Mina, who just walked in from the near doorway.
"Yoo, Yao, I am here." She cheered, though she tried to make it a bit quieter than usual. She walks over to the bedside, and looks at Sans. She kept her hands behind her back, and made sure to make herself look like she was behaving normally. Mina was still on-edge about Sans' health, and mood.
The pink girl seemed nervous, and rocked back and fourth on her feet as she talked with Jirou and Aoyama, who was standing near the window of the room. Jirou seemed hardly interested in the small conversation, but she tried to be polite. Aoyama on the other hand was fully invested.
After some small chatter, the room falls silent.
Sans was looking at her lap, lost in thought with the memories of her little brother sitting her her lap, wanting to count her fingers. He would always grab her fingers.. one at a time. He would grab at all of the bones with his tiny hands. They were so small in comparison to Sans large bony ones. So frail...
She felt her eyes welling up with tears at the thought of them.
Just her and her little brother, sitting together. He would rock him back and forth and tell him stories of the magical rock that would always save the day in the nick of time. She would steal his nose and put it in her pocket; leading to him sticking his face in her pocket and asking for his nose back. She would give him piggy back rides and dance with him in the living room when they decided to pull out the record player.
The record player was an object a human threw into the underground. Sans found it, and brought it back, salvaged it, and even found a couple CD's to listen to for it.
She remembered struggling to understand the machine when she had first brought it in.
It was always those simple, little times.
Yaoyorozu cleared her throat, and brought a hand up to her mouth to cover the sound a bit. She was doing it in a subtle attempt to get Sans' attention. It worked, at least. The white haired girl turns to look at her, mostly seeming lost and saddened.
"I know we came to visit you yesterday, but we came in to check on you before class started. Mister Aizawa postponed class for a little while." The more formal girl spoke out to the other. "Mina saw this part of your scarf on the floor yesterday. She picked it up just as she was leaving and showed it to me. I know it is important to you-"
The raven haired teen stopped when the pinkette stepped forward, bouncing a bit in excitement, and in moderate nervousness. "Momo, can I say the next part, can I?"
Yaoyorozu sighed, but nodded, knowing the others enthusiasm was in hopes of making the damaged girl on the bed in front of them a little bit happier. On that same note, they knew that this could also go over terribly wrong. She kept her fingers crossed.
"Momo, Aoyama and I fixed your scarf. We hope you don't mind I know it wasn't what it used to be, but we tried our best."Mina brought her hands out from behind her back, and she presented the scarf to Sans.
The white haired girl just stared at the object, her face was blank. That worried all of them. Not only was the original scarf damaged, seeing as it was highly important to her, but now it was also tampered with. Half of them were worried about Sans outright telling them to get out of the room, if she got angry.
However, the pale girl's eyes changed to their active blue color, and she started to cry.
"Whoa, we're sorry. We didn't mean to upset you-" Yaoyorozu went to lean in closer to Sans, before spotting a small, clumsy smile on the lazy girls face. She brings the scarf close to her face, and sobbed into it.
Sans brings her knees closer to herself, before rubbing her face into the scarf to dry her tears. She continued to smile, feeling the comfort washing over her like a warm blanket. It might not have been the original thing, but the scarf looked just like it.
She sobbed in happiness, though it was silent. Wiping at her eyes, she whispers out a small 'Thank You' to the girls. She sits there in silence, before rocking herself back and forth a little bit.
// To Be Continued //