It Has To Get Worse Before It Gets Better
Isogai shut the door to Class 3-E, tears blurring in his eyes. He never expected for his classmates to be so eager to get rid of him. He knew he was running late for class, and that he missed a few periods, but for Koro-sensei to be so brisk with him…
Even worse, his leg was buckling beneath him and he couldn't walk without clutching the wall. His lungs were burning and he didn't think he could hide his pain much longer without blacking out.
(How would he make it through the whole day…?)
Limping to the bathroom, he made his way down the long hallway that would normally only take seconds, but due to his condition, to a good ten minutes.
He reached out with his right hand, wincing when he bumped his wrist against the doorframe. Isogai pulled his hand back and rolled up his sleeve. His whole wrist was black and blue, a large hand enveloping his skinny wrist. Yet another bruise to hide from the world, as if he didn't already have enough of those.
Isogai sighed; grabbing the door and pushing it open, then entered the quiet bathroom. His head was hurting, and his vision was turning black at the edges once again.
After his "break," he had another two class periods. Then an assassination attempt on Koro-sensei, which meant he would have to sprint down the mountain, with a broken leg, to make it to his café job on time. He had four hours to finish there, and then he had to go get his siblings from Miss. Aoi's house, where they stayed after school until he could pick them up. At his wonderful house, he would have to deal with his father once more, then help his siblings get ready for bed and care for them.
As usual, that meant he couldn't start his homework until eleven at night, which always takes a good few hours. He would only get a few hours to sleep, once again, and would probably spend half of that time cleaning and dressing his wounds.
Isogai really didn't think his body could take such strain, and would probably end up giving out. He couldn't let that happen, though, because so many people were counting on him. His solution…
The bathroom was nice and cool, calming him down a bit. He turned on the lights, watching as the old bulbs flickered weakly, struggling to turn on with no power. The mirrors were cracked and dirty, making his reflection look pale and sickly (no, wait, that was how he actually looked).
He headed over to the metal lockers (which were really just holes in the wall, any metal they once had was broken and rusted, with the locks… better not even mention the "locks"), finding his, and pulled out a prescription bottle.
It was full of painkillers, ones he would need if he were to make it through the day (he knew how many to take, he definitely wouldn't overdose, and he wasn't looking for a permanent solution, just a short- term one).
He unscrewed the cap, his hands shaking, and shook it. Nothing fell into his hand, and Isogai felt the beginnings of a panic attack.
He needed some meds to help him ignore his pain. He had to have something, his locker had to have something, right?
Isogai tore through his locker, panicking, and looking for another bottle. Desperate, he looked back into the other one, shaking it, hoping for another med to magically fall through.
He had to calm down—maybe some water would help!
Isogai raced to the sink, well, as fast as his broken-still-not-set-leg would allow. He turned on the water, and it came out hot, a horrible smell following it. It smelt like sewer water, only ten times worse, and felt like it came from a boiling pot. It would have to do, he just needed to calm down and take some deep breaths; it would be all right, he just had to calm down.
He felt sick, his stomach churning as soon as it smelt the water, but he still splashed it on his face, hoping it would shock him out of his panic attack.
However, the disgusting water didn't help, and Isogai started to hyperventilate, his chest screaming in pain. He stumbled, grabbing at the sink, his broken leg giving out completely. His ribs were aching, and the black in his vision was threatening to overwhelm him.
He looked in the mirror, and was horrified at what he saw. Staring back at him was a boy covered in bruises, his face twisted in pain, and his face pale and sickly.
The black in his vision won out, and his body gave out, falling to the ground. He faced the broken light bulbs, still flickering eerily, and, slowly, the black swirled around him, until his vision got smaller and smaller, and he could see no more.
"Sensei… Help!" He managed to whisper, his voice a dull croak, barely heard in the silence of the bathroom.
Isogai fell unconscious, wishing he wasn't so stubborn and accepted some help.
A hundred meters away, Koro-sensei's yellow head shot up, and he listened carefully, his joyful face turning pale with worry.
"Sensei… Help!"
Instantly, he shot out of the classroom at Mach 20, ignoring his students surprised shouts, hoping he wouldn't be too late to save one.
A/N: Quick, unedited chapter because I haven't updated in a few days. What do you think? I love reviews!
(Also, sorry for the messed up update! I thought had saved the new chapter, and not "aa." It should be fixed now..)