Chapter 4: Morgue

"Crap!"

Anger soon took over anything else that Izuku may have been feeling until his only thoughts were stings of curse words and how he somehow didn't die and was back in this…wherever he was.

His mind was going a bit too fast for him to properly take in his surroundings, but from what he did get, he was in a grey room that was dimly lit and mostly empty. On the back wall was a long line of square metal lockers. There was nothing on the bland walls except for the metal double doors on the other side of the room.

He could feel that he was on a cold metal table with some type of cloth or blanket draped over him and the only other things in the room with him were a couple of carts with tools on them and a metal double sink on the right side of the room.

How could he have been so stupid? Jumping off of the school roof was not permanent enough apparently.

Izuku thought that it would've been tall enough that it would immediately take him out, but he must have been wrong. That could explain why he hurt so bad, but if he had survived the fall then he wouldn't be able to move anything, so why didn't he feel like all of his bones were broken?

A sudden chill crept up Izuku's body and his eyes widened at a realization.

Why did he feel like he was naked?

Slowly, Izuku moved his right arm, wincing at how stiff and painful the action was and took a deep breath before lifting up the cloth covering him.

Maybe it was because he was naked.

But why was he naked??

And wHAT WAS THAT?

Izuku examined what he could see of his body to make sure that all of him was there and finally noticed his chest. There was a large T shaped scar going all the way down his torso that looked freshly healed.

Did that mean that he didn't have all of his organs?? He felt fine as far as he knew, really tired but what else was new? What organs could you live without?

Kidneys? No, you needed your kidneys, but maybe not both of them…what if they took his kidneys?! Or what about his appendix? He was pretty sure that you could do without your appendix, otherwise people wouldn't have surgeries to remove them all of the time. Right?

Mid-freak out, Izuku glanced around him and remembered that he was in an unknown place with no clothes on, a new huge scar, and had been there for who knows how long.

Priorities, he reminded himself. Find some clothes and figure out where the heck you are and then worry about your appendix.

Gingerly, he sat up and searched around for anything he could cover up with. The place looked hospital-esque, so there had to be some scrubs or a lab coat somewhere. He didn't see anything that he could use, so…that meant it was time for plan b.

Izuku carefully slide off of the metal table he had been lying on, his body screaming at him for the movement, and wrapped the cloth that was used to cover him around himself. He secured it so that it wouldn't fall off easily and moved to find a way out of wherever he was.

The double doors were probably his best bet, so, peaking sneakily out of one of the doors and seeing that the coast was clear, he tiptoed out and around the corner. No one seemed to be around, but that didn't mean anything. Izuku still didn't know where he was, or what he was doing there, so he needed to keep his guard up.

People began to pop up here and there. Walking through the florescent halls chatting with other people or writing on their clipboards. They were all dressed in scrubs and Izuku felt his stomach drop as his mind wandered to where he could possibly be. Things started adding up until the truth was right in front of his eyes.

He couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. How could it be possible? It didn't make any sense…although a lot of things didn't exactly make sense at the moment.

Shaking the thought away, Izuku carried on in his attempt to find clothes and escape. Eventually, he found a door labeled Locker Room (Employees Only) and felt a smile spread across his face. There had to be something he could wear in there.

Once he made sure that the coast was clear, he quickly got into the room and slipped behind one of the walls just in case someone else was in there. They weren't. Izuku quickly found a pair of black scrubs in a locker that looked roughly his size. Guilt tugged in the back of his mind that stealing was wrong, but he had to shove that voice down for the time being. Luckily, he also found a pair of white tennis shoes in his size and was out of the door looking like he belonged there…well, as much as a middle schooler could.

It didn't take him long after that to find an exit and sneak out of it quickly. As soon as he was out of the large building, Izuku let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. The fresh air felt good in his lungs and the chill of the night was somewhat comforting.

The further he got from the building the more his thoughts began to pop up and swirl around in his mind. He couldn't deny what he knew: he had been in a hospital, in an empty room on a table naked, and with no one around.

But he wasn't dead…right?

There was no way he was dead; he could feel himself breathing and could feel the chilling air wrap around his uncovered arms. A dead person wouldn't be able to feel that, right?

But then what was with that scar on his chest? And his mom…

The memory broke through his walls before he could stop it and immediately his eyes began to tear up. He had seen and talked with his mom, that he knew. Now how, was a whole other issue.

And he had jumped off of a building, wouldn't he have like broken limbs or something if he wasn't dead? But he felt completely fine, other than the now dull pain that was slowly fading. He was just really, really tired, and it was beginning to catch up with him now that his adrenaline levels were returning to normal.

I-I died. There's no way that I didn't…so why am I here?

"It's not your time yet sweetheart, you can't be here. You have to go back."

His mother's words rang in his ears and the reality set in…sort of.

He had died, but he had come back because it wasn't his time yet, or something. And he was in a morgue because he had been dead, but wasn't anymore…why wasn't he dead anymore? And without injuries no less, the only thing to show for it was what he assumed to be an autopsy scar.

There were so many things that didn't make sense to him, but one thing was abundantly clear: he was alive, and he really didn't want to be.

As he got farther from the hospital, he began to recognize the area and had confidence in his ability to make it back to the orphanage, even though he had only really been there once. Kacchan and the other kids would often run him all around town and he'd have to find his way home from anywhere, so he began to study town maps and even some of the towns around as well just in case. So, he knew that he could get where he needed to go from pretty much anywhere.

He got a few weird looks as he made his way down the streets and tried to not think too much about it. They probably just thought that he looked very young to be a doctor, but he had bigger problems to deal with.

Who had found him? Who knew that he had died? Who knew that he had jumped? Did someone tell the school? What about the orphanage…what if he went back there and-

His thoughts halted to a stop when he rounded a tall bush just outside of the orphanages gates and saw a small group of the adults huddled close. He strained himself to try to hear what they were talking about, and his heart stopped when he finally did.

"Did you hear about that new boy, how he died?"

"He committed suicide."

One of the ladies shushed the other who had talked very bluntly and looked around, "Don't say that too loud, you might give the other kids ideas."

The blunt lady rolled her eyes and her frown deepened on her face.

"What kind of kid would commit suicide like that anyways? Must've just done it for attention."

"I did hear that his mom just died…"

"Whatever, it's still ridiculous. No kid has any right to kill themselves like that, I mean, what do they even have to be sad about? School? Bedtime? Like come on," One of the other ladies scoffed and the blunt lady scowled at her.

"You have no idea what you're talking about."

The lady who had shushed them earlier placed her hands on both of their shoulders in an attempt to defuse the situation, "Listen, it doesn't matter now. Some of the other ladies are already cleaning his room out and throwing his stuff in the trash, so we need to figure out who the next one coming is going to be."

The group nodded and turned to head inside of the building and Izuku stood there hunched against a bush, frozen.

He…he didn't have a home anymore. They thought that he died, and they were going to-

They were throwing his stuff away!

Izuku took off around the building to where he knew the dumpsters were. He couldn't lose his things; they were some of the only things that he had left of mom and-and he wasn't ready to let go yet. As he rounded a corner and got to the trashcans, he saw that they had already trashed all of his stuff. It sat loosely on top of some trash bags thankfully.

And lucky for him there was an empty garbage bag right next to the dumpsters, so he grabbed it and started putting his belongings into it. That way he could carry it all easily.

Okay, he had his stuff, now it was time to go-

Oh.

He didn't have a home.

Where was he supposed to go? Everyone thought that he was dead, and he couldn't exactly walk up to a stranger and declare his resurrection. They'd just think that he was crazy and then they would probably call the police and they already knew that he was quirkless so if he tried to tell them what happened they would probably think that he was lying and then they would-

Deep breaths Izuku, deep breaths.

He knew that he was beginning to spiral, and he wasn't surprised. He had nowhere to go, not a lot of money, and no one who knew that he was alive…he was alone. Again.

Izuku's immediate thought was instantly shot down as he remembered what had just happened and how death had literally rejected him just like everybody else. So what was he supposed to do?

He knew what his ultimate goal was, but it might take a little bit more time than he was hoping to get there. Until then he needed some place to sleep, but where could he go? His thoughts longed to go back home, but he didn't really know what that was anymore. Maybe his old apartment? People probably had moved in already, but it didn't hurt to check. And it would only be for a little bit, just until he could find a loophole in whatever this sick game life was playing on him.

Luckily, Izuku wasn't one to give up.