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Tomura stumbled through the doorframe of the bar, quickly locking it behind him and falling to the floor.
Where was Kurogiri?
He was supposed to be here.
He was supposed to fix this.
He should have been here right away.
Tomura adjusted his arms from how he was laying on the floor so that he could scratch at his wrists.
He couldn’t really itch his neck right now and his wrists were bothering him…
“Kurogiri!” he called out as loud as he could.
Where was his caretaker?
There was only silence in the bar.
Tomura swore under his breath.
Seriously? Now of all times, ‘Giri is gone?
Tomura seethed and reached down to touch the floor.
He needed to hurt something, do something.
He couldn’t move, he couldn’t even get out of this stupid position on the floor without using his stupid broken legs and stupid punctured stomache muscles.
The floor disintegrated a hole around him, quickly spreading to take out some of one of the nearby walls.
Kurogiri would fix it later. Whenever later was.
Stupid Kurogiri.
Stupid him for going out when ‘Giri wasn’t around.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
He was so freaking done with this.
He shouldn’t have let them land a hit on him. He should have been better. He should have done better.
He shouldn’t have been so stupid.
The blood on his skin began to dry and get all crusty, but he couldn’t move anything besides his arms, so he just growled and dusted more of the floor beneath him, effectively digging himself a grave.
He just wanted to go see the doctor and then lay in his bed and play video games.
He wished that he hadn’t dusted his phone, but it really wasn’t his fault. ‘Giri had made him mad by trying to give him a bedtime, so it was really only a natural reaction for him to dust the phone in his hand.
He wasn’t really sure how long he laid there, just progressively dusting the floor beneath him.
His head was kind of light, but it was fine.
Kurogiri would be here soon.
Hopefully.
He just had-
He had to make sure not to sleep for now.
It’d be ‘Giri’s fault if he didn’t arrive, anyways.
It wasn’t his fault that he finished the mission early and got injured.
It was Kurogiri's fault, really. He was supposed to be here.
His eyes slipped shut.
And they opened again.
How long it had been, he didn’t know.
And that, that wasn’t good.
It could have been hours or minutes or even just a few seconds, but he would never know.
So, he just kept waiting.
And eventually, with more time he could not name, Kurogiri came.
And thank goodness for that.
He should have been here earlier.
Tomura called, from within the pit, “Giri! Come get me out of here, I can’t move my legs.”
He heard a loud, deep sigh and ‘Giri portaled down next to him.
He could hear ‘Giri suck in a gasp, “Young Master, you’re bleeding.”
“Yeah. No doyee, take me to the doctor,” he didn’t mean to snap at ‘Giri, but it just sort of happened. He was pissed and annoyed that ‘Giri hadn’t gotten here sooner. He didn’t want to be covered in his own crusty blood any longer. His own skin was itchy and crusty enough already, regardless of how much moisturiser he used.
He was just sick of it.
Kurogiri picked him up and took him through a portal into the doctor’s office with care.
The next thing Tomura knew, he was laying on a surgery table with the doctor hovering above him.
The doctor seemed to be saying something, but Tomura couldn’t hear him. All he could hear was a haze in his ears.
It hurt.
Not as much as his wounds, but it still hurt.
The wounds were just pulsing across his entire body. He tried to tune them out, but it still was difficult.
Kurogiri came into his view and placed a misty hand on his arm, gently shaking him.
“Tomura?” he could almost hear his name being called through the haze. “Tomura?”
His eyes closed involuntarily.
Now was not the time to rest, but it seemed that his body would not let him stay awake any longer.
Sorry, ‘Giri.