A noise. She could hear a noise. And it was annoying her. Her head hurt and the noise was annoying. What was it? Oh beeping. Something was beeping. Was it her cell phone alarm? Had she slept through her alarm? No, that was not it. Her alarm was a different sound. This was a rhythmic tempo. A simple single beep that just went on and on, someone needs to turn the damn thing off. Make it stop. Her head hurt, everything smelled like strong chemicals that burnt her nose. Where was she?

Her eyes felt heavy and refused to open. Blinking them felt nearly impossible. Though her left would not open due to the swelling of her black eye from one of the few hits to her face. But the other eye was reluctant to open as well.

Once she was able to peel her eye open and barely crack the other one as well she was met with stark white ceilings. She could not even find the strength to turn her head. The room was too bright, the light made her head throb even more. She did not even stop the audible groan she let out. At that noise escaping her she could hear a sudden loud noise as a chair was being slid across the floor. The noise was like nails on a grating on her last nerve.

"Aoi!" A voice called out far too loudly. Which had her grown again. Not in any attempt to actually answer the voice. More so it was her attempt at not telling them to shut up. They were too loud, she hurt too much, and she just wanted to go back to sleep.

Every slight noise was too loud. The footsteps, the distant yelling. Even if it was not by her any more nor could she even make the words out. But it did not matter, it was still too loud. The scurrying of the body returning to the side of her bed had her frown. As she heard her name called again. Once again the voice was too loud.

"Shut up," she croaked, barely able to get the words out of her lips. Her throat hurt, her mouth was dry. Mumbling was what she was met with. She could not make out the words. She rarely could do that on a good day. And today was not a good day. It sounded off. His mumbling was different. She wanted to see why. And so she forced her eyes open once again. Blinking her good eye a few times and ending up giving up on her left eye that was swollen shut.

"You look like shit," she whispered out as she looked up at him. His hair was wild and tangled, bags sat under his eyes. His shirt was wrinkled and even had a spot on it. His hair was also greasy. But hearing her forced words had his lips curling up. Tears were filling his eyes. She always knew he was a cry baby. But it was still hard to imagine seeing the mountain of man crying.

"What happened?" She asked softly, her voice still rough even as nurses started to fill the room taking a look at her chart and monitors.

"What do you remember?" He asked after a far to long pause. It seemed he was worried about upsetting her. But it was a good question: what did she remember? Pain she remembers pain. Things hurt all over. Silver, she remembered the silver of his hair. She never did learn his name. She had never bothered to ask. It was also kind of hard to remember when she was too busy screaming or crying.

"I remember being at home. Not feeling well and work sent me back," she said slowly as she concentrated. Not on remembering but on what she could say without giving away things she did not want him to know.

"It was getting late. The sun had set. I made some tea. I think it was," she actually had to pause and think about it. She remembered walking to the kitchen to do something. It was not to eat so it must have been something to drink. Had to have been a tea trying to calm herself down. Still she found herself glancing at him almost for some sort of reassurance.

"What else?" He asked softly.

"I was in the kitchen. And suddenly there was a knock. I thought it was you. My cell phone had died. I assumed it was you knocking on my door. I called out and was going to open the door but the door ended up on the floor. It had been knocked off the hinges. And two men had walked into the apartment. The one I remember his face. He was my tormentor for the time I was tied up. The other I only saw the one time. A bit fellow. With a mutation quirk that made him look like a rhino. I tried to fight back," she felt her voice waver as the memories filled her mind.

She remembered the silver haired man telling her that she could come with him or else what happened next was not his fault. Dabi had told her to never show fear. So what did she do? She was a complete moron and spit in the guys face. She could have thought that out better. She knew that was stupid the second she noticed the glob of her spit on the man's cheeks. The pain that erupted in her stomach had knocked the wind from her lunges.

She had crumpled to the ground holding her stomach as she gasped for air. She never even got to try and catch her breath before pain had hit the bottom of her jaw snapping her head back. That had hurt like a son of a bitch. Her teeth had clinked together. She was pretty sure she had also bit her tongue hard as well. But the assault had not ended there. Her long dark hair had been grabbed and her body nearly lifted up with the force. It had set her scalp on fire.

She felt her breath hitch as she struggled to get her chest to move enough to inhale a breath of air. She wanted to blame the pain in her ribs but she knew that was not the reason for why it was so hard to breathe.

"It was not much of a fight. I got my ass kicked, the big fellow ended up throwing me over his shoulder and they just walked away with me. At some point I passed out or fell asleep I'm really not sure," she said recalling the few fists to the head she had taken before the rhino looking fellow had thrown her over his shoulder. She could remember waking in that room. Tied to that damn chair she had never moved from. She could not bring herself to look over at him. But she had to know. How long had she been in that hell for.

"I do not remember too much aside from being tied up in that room to a chair. How long have I been missing for?" She asked careful with her wording. She did want to just ask how long she had been in that hell. He had already looked enough like shit. The guilt was all over his face. Izuku blamed himself, she could see it. And she could understand why. He was their target not her. She would never have been kidnapped if they did not know each other.

"102 hours," he said simply though that had her arch a brow and actually look over at him before he quickly corrected himself. "Ugh just barely over four days."

"I see," is all she replied back before falling silent. She could tell he wanted to ask more questions. She could see his hands clenching and unclenching, his teeth clearly chewing at the inside of his lips as his eyes now glanced around the room a little. It had felt so much longer than just four days. She could have almost sworn it was weeks not days that she had been living in that hell.

"Was anyone hurt?" She asked softly once again, unable to meet his gaze.

"Aside from you. No one was hurt," he said, not including the villains in that group. But he assumed she was asking about his friends who had helped him. At that she simply nodded her head softly. But the action hurt her entire body it felt like and made her head spin.

She was in a hospital with lots of injuries. And at least a broken bone or two. Was it too much to ask for some strong painkillers? Ugh she was in a hospital. How much was this going to cost her? She was missing for four days and the two days before that she had called out sick for. And then recover? Was she going to be out another week recovering? Was she even going to have her job still? She could hear the beeping of the damn machine beside her picking up as she struggled against the panic attack that was starting.

"Sugahara?" She could hear the panicked tone in his voice as he called out to her unsure of what was going on. She did not mean to scare him. And if she could talk she would have told him not to worry. Her arms were wrapping around her chest feeling as she struggled to breath and the pain in her chest was not helping. She could not even attempt to wave his fear off. She was too busy trying to breath through her pain to realize that the poor man beside her bed was full blown panicking as he was calling for help as he ran to the door of her small hospital room before returning to the side of her bed with a handful of nurses who swarmed her. Which only seemed to make things worse. Too close. She could not breathe. Too many people. Too many sounds. Panic.

It did not last long as her body quickly grew heavy. The pain was easing. She struggled to get her eyes to focus on the ceiling. She could hear talking as her eyes felt heavy. She welcomed her eyes to close not wanting to struggle to try and keep them open. Her head felt like she had stuffed it under water. She could not make out what the voices were saying. All she knew was that one voice was Izuku's.

The next time she blinked her eyes open she was once again greeted with the sight of those god awful white walls and ceiling. The smell of cleaning chemicals nearly burnt her nose. Slowly blinking her eyes she carefully turned her head to glance over at Izuku who was asleep in the chair. His arms were crossed over his wide chest. His head had rolled forwards. He still looked like shit. And she was pretty sure he was still in the same clothes as last time. But then again maybe she was only asleep for an hour or two but she was doubtful.

She ran her eyes over him. Sure she took in that disheveled look of his. He clearly had not been home lately. Idiot. There was no reason for him to stick around. She was alive. He could go home now. If she could she would have sat up, reached over and whacked him over the back of the head. But luckily for him she was not exactly able to move much of her body as she laid in the uncomfortable hospital bed.

Seeing him look so rough she felt a grip tightly gripping at her stomach. It was her fault he looked so bad. He was clearly not sleeping much. The bags under his eyes and the fact that he fell asleep sitting up in some more than likely incredibly uncomfortable chair told her he must have been not sleeping. His green curls looked like he could almost slick them back if he ran his fingers through the greasy locks. She wondered when he ate last. If he was not sleeping or showering then he more than likely was not eating either, he barely ate well on a good day. And these last few days have been far from good for either of them.

It was her fault he was not caring for himself. Even though it's not like she had asked for what had happened she felt it was still her own fault. She could have fought harder, had she charged her cell phone when she should have, she may have been able to call for help. Or maybe if she would have just died he could get back to his life like she had never existed. Her fingers gripped the rough blankets that laid over her till pain shot through her hand and up her arms. Her eyes stung as she struggled to blink back tears.

She dug her teeth into her tongue as she struggled to swollen back her sobs. She did not dare make a noise. Scared she would wake the sleeping man beside her. And she had no desire for him to see her in such a state. So weak. So useless. So troublesome. Still she could not stop her body from shaking as she struggled to contain her silent sobs.

Her eyes were clamped shut as if that may help hold in the tears. Even though the tears were already trying to stain her cheeks. Her lungs burned for more air. But she made the mistake as she tried to take a deep breath but it was a loud gulp followed by a hiccup she could not stop.

Thanks to the idiot in the chair being a hero the noise that broke the silence in the almost dark room had him slowly waking up. His eyes were heavy and he wanted to just sleep for a few more minutes. The sound of another hiccup drew his tired gaze up to look at the woman laying in the bed before him. The body shivering almost uncontrollably, hiccups nearly had her cursing, but the sound of her strangle gasp of air gave away something was wrong.

Panic had the sleep swept away in an instant as he sat up straighter and leaned towards the bed more.

"What's wrong?" He asked unaware that she was crying till her tear filled eyes looked up with some panic. Being caught was all she needed to let go of what little control she had as even more tears filled her eyes and she no longer could force the sobs back. She could not even make audible sense on the first try as she cried.

"What? Are you hurt?" Poor Izuku was panicking and that only made it worse as she cried more. The best she could do was shake her head.

"Are you sure? Do you need a nurse?" He asked, jumping to his feet. But he never got a chance to run to the hall and call for help. Her hands had shot out faster than she thought ever possible but especially with the pain that weighed down her body and the drugs as well.

"Don't go," she struggled to get the two words out between sobs. And the look on the man's face looked broken when it seemed he may have an idea of what was going on. He could only assume the stress had caught up to her. She had survived a very scary experience. Or maybe she had a nightmare. There could be any number of reasons she was crying. But she clearly feared him leaving her. And so he slowly sat down in his chair again and held one hand delicately that had reached for him. He treated her hand more like it was a delicate paper crane he was holding than a person's hand.

"Don't worry. I am not going anywhere. And I have not gone anywhere," he said as his thumb brushed softly and slowly across the exposed skin of her hand.

"I can tell," she said, struggling to breathe and talk. But having something to focus on was helping to make the sob's more controlled at least. "You look like shit."

Izuku would have laughed at her comment had her words not been broken with a sob between each one. Still he forced a small smile and tried to give a forced laugh.

"I know," he said simply as he simply let her cry till she finally seemed to calm down more. Soon the hiccups had stopped. Her tears stopped streaming down her cheeks. The shaking of her body was not nearly as violent as it had been. But still she could not force it to stop completely. But she wasn't sure if it was shock, pain or the crying that was now making her shake still. Her body was on fire. Her head hurt so bad. Her chest acked. Breathing hurts. And the hiccups and sobs had only made it feel worse.

Still she let her eyes drift shut as she tried to keep her chest expanding so she could inhale air even if it hurt. But calming down was helping a little with all the pain in her body. Instead of allowing her thoughts to spiral again, she had turned her attention to the warmth of his hand. It was so much larger than hers. And as she expected much rougher. Did the man know what hand lotion was? Probably not. Then again she doubted that it would make much of a difference with how much he abused his poor hands as she recalled the scars that litter them.

"Do you think I could get some more painkillers?" She asked barely above a whisper as she winced at the pain in her body as she slowly opened her eyes and turned to look at the man who quickly nodded his head and reached his free hand for a button to call for a nurse instead of standing and going to find one.

"I am sure they can adjust your meds now that you're awake," he said softly with open optimism in his answer.

She watched as a nurse walked in and flicked in a light blinding them both for a second as she asked them what was needed. Izuku was quick to tell the nurse that she had asked for more pain meds. The nurse nodded her head and was scurrying around the room as she got a syringe and filled it with some more morphine before adding it to the IV that was attached to her right hand.

The drugs were quick to kick in. The pain was fading quickly. No longer iron hot stabbing in her ribs. A slight warm pain was all that remained. But now her head spun softly. She felt almost high. Was she floating? She could not tell. But the warmth in her hand was what kept her grounded as if she may float away if she let go. She tightened her grip on the warmth as she felt her head roll to the side as she blinked blurry eyes and tried to focus on the view before her. Fuzzy. Everything was fuzzy. Her vision, her body, her head. Green was the last thing she remembers as she found her mouth mumbling something before she closed her eyes not wanting to look at the fuzzy world any more.

She was completely unaware of what her mouth had said without her brain's permission before she fell into an odd dreamed sleep. Had she stayed awake and been able to focus her eyes enough to see his reaction she would have seen the way his entire face light up. It had been slurries but the simple three words of I love who had left the poor man in a complete shock as he processed the words that had been said as her eyes were already closed.