TWO
cw: sad bakugo, doctor talk (?), I don’t know what else to warn, so let me know if I missed anything
Once [Y/n] was rolled into the main hospital, Katsuki stood there for a moment; trying to process everything.
But how could he process anything? His wife was passed out when he got home from his night patrol.
He was internally blaming himself, for he had a weird feeling in his chest and stomach that he should’ve stayed home. He should’ve had Kirishima or Deku take his shift of patrol. But he ignored that feeling and went anyway.
“Mr. Bakugo.” A short woman with ginger hair approaches him. “I’m Dr. Adachi, one of Dr. Suzuki’s interns. She asked me to escort you to the waiting room.” says Dr. Adachi.
Katsuki nods, following behind the small woman. As they make it to the waiting room, the intern says: “Dr. Suzuki and I will keep you updated on your wife’s condition. She is currently getting a head CT and has yet to regain consciousness. If you need anything, one of the nurses at the nurses’ station will help you. I’m going to head back to your wife, now.” She bows before leaving the waiting room.
Katsuki sits in his thoughts for a moment before pulling out his phone and subconsciously calling someone. He doesn’t care who he called. Deku, Kirishima, one of his or her parents; he doesn’t care. He needs someone here.
“Kacchan?” He called Deku, who sounded as if he just woke up. “Is everything OK? It’s nearly 3 AM.” He questions.
Katsuki shakes his head, taking a shaky breath before answering. “No. Nothing is OK,” he lets out a quiet sob, placing his head in his left hand.
“Kacchan- what’s wrong?” Deku asks through the phone.
“It’s [Y/n],” Katsuki cries.
“Who?” Deku questions, confused.
It’s in that moment that Katsuki regrets keeping [Y/n] a secret from his former classmates; his friends. He kept her a secret through the five years they’ve been together because she asked him to. As much as she admired Heroes and was fascinated by quirks, she didn’t want the Heroes she admired to meet her in the condition she was in. Granted she was dating her favorite Pro and eventually married him, but for some reason she wanted to be kept a secret. So when she said ‘yes’ to being his plus one to the ten year reunion, he was extatique to introduce her to his friends.
“My wife,” his voice is faint, but audible.
“You’re married?” Deku questions louder than he was speaking, the sheets of his bed moving around as he sat up, a soft mutter coming from next to him.
“Who is calling at 3 AM?” The voice mutters.
“Kacchan,” Deku answers. “Where are you? Ochaco and I will be there as soon as we can,” he says, the sound of him throwing the duvet off of him indicating he had already made up his mind and would be there as soon as possible.
“Central Hospital,” Katsuki answers, is voice cracking once again.
“Alright. Do you want to stay on the phone?”
“No, I’m gonna call Kirishima.”
“OK, we’ll be there.”
“Thanks, Deku.”
“Of course.”
Katsuki hangs up, clicking on Kirishima’s contact and calling him.
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I know, this one is short! But I wanted to get a chapter out and I felt like this was a good way to end this chapter. Let me know what you think! -nicole
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cw: cancer, swearing, bakugo has a mini panic attack, doctor talk (?), if I missed anything let me know
Staring at herself in the mirror, she repeats the words: you're beautiful, over and over; to try and convince herself to believe it.
"Hey," he says, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom and knocking lightly on the door. "You shouldn't have to convince yourself that you're beautiful; you should already know that you are." He approaches her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and kissing her shoulder.
"I just haven't felt like it since shaving my head two months ago," she says, looking at him through the mirror.
"Well, I think you're beautiful—with or without hair," he smiles, kissing her cheek. “Plus, if you didn’t shave your head, it would’ve been more difficult for the surgeons.”
Her frown turns into a smile as his lips make contact with her cheek. "Thank you, Katsuki." she turns around in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I wanted to ask you something,” he says, looking down at her in awe.
"Ask away," she smiles.
"My class from UA has a ten year reunion coming up in about a month. And Kirishima is really pressing for me to attend. So I was wondering if you'd like to be my plus one?" he questions.
"And get to meet all your friends from high school, l'd love too!" she exclaims, placing a kiss on his lips.
"Good." he kisses back.
She pulls away from the embrace and jumps up and down in excitement. "This gives me an excuse to wear a fancy dress and a wig!”
“[Y/n], I’ve told you: I don’t have a problem being seen with you without a wig.” he says with sincerity.
“And I’ve told you, Katsuki: I don’t feel comfortable going places without a wig. I get weird looks and people tend to stare.” she pouts.
“If anyone gives you a hard time, I’ll blow them up,” he smiles at her.
“I’ll consider not wearing one,” she smiles in return. “But no promises,” she leans up and pecks his lips.
“I can deal with that,” he says as she pulls away and turns on the faucet in the tub, allowing the water to heat up before she starts getting undressed.
“Care to join me?” she smiles over her shoulder at her husband, knowing damn well he won’t say no.
“Of course!” he strips himself of his clothing, stepping into the tub of warm water and sitting down. She sits between his legs, her back against his chest. He places a kiss to the back of her shoulder blades, whispering a quiet ‘I love you’. To which she responds with: ‘I love you more’.
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A week later, Katsuki returns home one night after patrol to find his wife passed out on the kitchen floor.
“[Y/N]!” He rushes to her side to see if she’s still breathing. He quickly calls an ambulance when he can’t get her to wake up. When the phone is picked up, he doesn’t give the receiver a chance to say anything before saying: “I got home to my wife passed out on the kitchen floor, I can’t get her to wake up!” His voice wavers as he pulls her head into his lap.
Feeling something wet and sticky on the scarf covering her head, he looks at his hand. Blood. “OK, breathe. What’s the address?” The lady questions.
He gives her the address and adds, “She hit her head pretty hard, she’s bleeding.” He can’t help the tears that fall free.
“Ok, there’s an ambulance on its way. What’s your name?” The lady says calmly.
“Katsuki Bakugo. My wife’s name is [Y/n].” He answers, looking at her face.
“Katsuki Baku-” the lady cuts herself off, but quickly regains composure after realizing Pro Hero Dynamight is calling because his wife passed out in the kitchen.
“Do you want to stay on the pho-” he hangs up, not wanting to deal with this phone lady being so calm.
He knows she has to be, but he can’t stand it. Paramedics rush into the house—Katsuki left it open—and quickly make their way to [Y/n]’s limp body.
“Sir, you need to let go of her so we can take care of her,” says the woman paramedic.
Katsuki looks up at her and nods. The paramedic gently takes [Y/n] out of Katsuki’s lap and gets her up and the gurney, checking vitals.
“Pulse is weak, but there.”
Another paramedic opens [Y/n]’s eyes and shines a light in them. “No response.”
The chatter amongst the rushing paramedics drown out as Katsuki stands in the kitchen staring at his hand covered in her blood. He’s had blood on his hands before; he is the number two Hero after all. But this was [Y/n]’s blood. His wife’s blood.
He suddenly finds himself struggling to breathe, the sound of his heartbeat behind his ears becoming too much. Everything becomes too much. The sirens of the ambulance and cop cars, the paramedics rushing around to help [Y/n], the lights in the kitchen, even the feeling of his clothes on his skin was too much.
“Sir,” the same paramedic from before looks into Katsuki’s eyes, waving her hand in front of his face. “Sir, it’s alright we’re gonna take care of her. Are you riding in the ambulance with her?” Katsuki only nods in response, not able to form words. “OK, come on,” she places a hand on his shoulder and leads him into ambulance, where [Y/n] is laying completely still on the gurney, a heart monitor beeping very slowly, and a male paramedic tending to her head wound.
Usually if someone other than [Y/n], or friends and family touches him, he’d pull away; but he can’t.
He steps up into the ambulance, sitting in the seat designated for the other person, and grabs his wife’s hand. Running his thumb over her wedding band, he whispers: “Stay with me, [Y/n], please.”
Once at the ER, the paramedics rush [Y/n] into the building.
“[Y/n] Bakugo. Female. 26 years old. Husband found her passed out on the kitchen floor when he got home. She’s got a wound on her head from the fall and her pulse is weak.” Says the male paramedic.
“OK, trauma room two.” Says a doctor, stopping Katsuki as he goes to follow. “I’m sorry, but you can’t go in there.”
Katsuki look at the doctor with tear filled eyes. “She had brain surgery two months ago. They took out her cancer.” He informs. “Please tell me it’s not back,” he pleads.
“It’s too soon to tell, we’ll get her to a CT and let you know. I’m Dr. Suzuki and I will personally keep you updated.” She nods. “Go ahead and make some calls to family and friends who you would want here, alright.” She says, following as the other doctors roll the bed [Y/n] is on out of the trauma room and into the main hospital.
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