I crumple over and blood pools onto the floor. "HOLD ON KOSA, YOU'LL BE OK!" Mother yells from upstairs. I try to close my mouth, but the gaps in my cheeks don't close. Mother approaches from behind. She rolls up her skirt and kneels in front of me. "You'll be ok baby, you'll be alright!" She whispers, her voice shaky, "Look at me." Her face is deathly pale and she's crying as much as me. "This might sting, but you'll have to get through it." She puts her finger on the cut. It burns, it hurts, but I trust you, Momma. She uses her quirk; glue pours from her fingers and onto the cut. "Dry," she mumbles. The glue dries on the right side of my mouth, stopping the bleeding, but not stopping the pain. She moves to the left side and does the same.
I hear a creak come from the stairs and look over. Masiko is the only one brave enough to see what happened. When he sees my face, wings sprout from his back, tearing his shirt in the process, and he flies down the stairs. Mother is still sobbing next to me. Masiko grabs my shoulders and whispers, "Oh god, what happened..." He wraps his arms around me in a tight embrace and he sees the puddle of blood behind me. "I'll take you upstairs," he mumbles, pulling me up.
Masiko puts me in the boy's bedroom (the boys have to share a room and the girls all share a room) and leaves to go back downstairs. I kneel in my bunk, staring at the wall. Then, I feel a presence in the back of my mind and recede into my head.