Juvi-no, Jubilee. Twenty-six-year-old perpetual college student Jubilee bought two tubes of Orajel and the sharpest razors she could find.
She'd experienced blood loss before. It wasn't so bad. You got cold and light-headed, and passing out wasn't the bad part. It was waking up without any feeling for the time you had lost. And since she didn't plan on waking up…
She went to her dirty bathroom and got comfortable in the tub. No need to make anyone else deal with the aftermath.
What if Juvi can't sleep after this? Drifted across her mind.
She ignored it and twisted off the lids on the Orajel tubes.
For once, the mental fuzz of exhaustion helped Jubilee. The fear simmered somewhere inside, but the blur made it the distant sound of Poprocks in her mouth.
Instead, she filled her mind with her loving parents, with a warm home where she didn't have to grow up before her time, with Izuku, even with Bakugou, with taekwondo lessons and pink-grey mornings with crisp air and the gentle burn of her muscles as she ran.
My brother is grown-up, she told herself. He'll recover. He'll be okay without me.
And her sister was long gone.
Wrists numb, she didn't give herself a countdown. She ran the razor across, deep and fast, twice to make sure it got deep.
The Orajel only went skin deep. The pain was like fire, ice, and pressure.
She knew the blood would come out quick, but she'd never seen this much. It surprised her how much was down the drain and she was still conscious.
The fear bubbled up, loud and keening.
I shouldn't have done this , wailed something in her mind.
But still, she sat, somehow too terrified to move. She'd left her phone in her bedroom.
But she was still awake. She could still get it. She still had time.
An image of her brother flashed into her mind, along with the warm love and desire to wrap him up in blankets.
I don't want to hurt him!
But just as she got her knees beneath her to lift her out of the tub, the blood loss kicked in. Her head swerved, hit the shower wall. Her body grew to lead and dragged her back down with a splash of blood back into the tub.
Her last thought was that at least the pain was going away now.