Time should be slowing down. It should feel like the world in itself, was coming to a standstill. As if the entire universe was frozen. Yet, reality was far from what you would expect.

Their surroundings blurred together, a chaotic mess of blaring sirens, too bright red and blue lights and the buzzing of countless instructions and orders being screamed around them.

Aizawa found Izuku and saved him. Yet, looking at Izuku's beaten and battered figure, it felt as if he has done nothing but fail his ward miserably.

He looked down at the unmoving form of his student. The kid was motionless, too still and his hair too white. His mind didn't seem to catch up to that last piece of information as he sat there, frozen.

The sirens were getting louder, the lights more blinding and yet; he couldn't get his body to move.

He felt someone nudge him, felt a hand squeezing his shoulder. Still, he did not budge. He couldn't and wouldn't leave Izuku. He could vaguely hear his name being called out, feel Izuku's body being moved from his lap.

As if a switch has been clicked and the world around him proceeded its natural order. Sounds were finally being registered in his mind, sirens officially belonged to the ambulance waiting for them nearby, the parade of lights fitting to the police officer's vehicles parked all around them.

He had to snap out of this, this wasn't the time for him to break. Izuku was right there, he was finally within his reach and the boy needed him now more than ever.

Gathering whatever strengths, he had left in him, he stood up and followed the paramedics to the ambulance.

__________________________

A wise man once said; he who can have patience can have what he wills. Shinsou wanted nothing more than to punch that man in the face. By the looks on the rest of his schoolmate's faces, they weren't fairing any better.

Waiting to find Izuku was torture for them. However, knowing he was right there but not being able to do anything about it was absolute hell.

Aizawa ordered them not to get involved under any circumstance. Then, the man promptly disappeared into the fray afterward.

Shortly after, despite feeling like an eternity had passed, the ground began to shake. Rubble raining down and dust filling the air. To their horror, the building in front of them looked on the verge of collapsing and they still couldn't see any sign of their missing teacher or classmate.

Todoroki was the first to move. His eyes bore into their own. Dark determination shining through the surface and urging them to take action. They couldn't just stand here while their friend needed their help. However, just as they were about to move. The shaking stopped and the dust settled. Pure, chilling silence overtook the area. Their minds reeling with both relief and panic. The intensity of these emotions creating a whirlwind of emotions in each one of their hearts.

This meant the fight was over. Yet, it also meant one of two things. Either Aizawa won... Or... They couldn't bring themselves to think about the other possibility.

Iida, ever the voice of reason, decided to take that particular moment to step up. They needed to have faith in their teacher, they needed to trust his ability to handle whatever was going on in there.

Bakugou wasn't a particular fan of this idea. However, they all ended up relenting in the end. Albeit some more reluctantly than others.

They stood there, waiting. They waited eagerly for Aizawa and Izuku to emerge from the building. Waited for their friend to be okay. They waited for any sign or indication that Izuku was in fact, safe and sound.

Yet, nothing happened. They stood there as the sirens came closer. They stood there as the paramedics entered the building. Empty stretcher in tow. Witnessing in mute horror as their classmate's body was wheeled out from the fray. Frantic paramedics working and shuffling around him in order to help him. In order to keep him alive.

It was at that moment, that it hit them. A horrifying realization that knocked the air out of them simultaneously. The situation was suddenly far too real. Far too scary. Izuku was hurt, he could be seriously injured. Their friend could be dead.

That thought alone made Shinsou's skin crawl. Bile rising to the surface as his mind reeled at the mere notion.

What did they think would happen when they came out here? Their plan to save Midoriya failed miserably. Their attempts were proven to be feeble and pathetic. How could they possibly think that It was going to work? They weren't heroes. Shinsou wasn't even the hero course yet for god's sake. How could they have been so naïve?

Never mind that now, this wasn't the time to be berating themselves. What was important now was seeing if Izuku was going to be okay. That his friend was alive.

They needed to follow that ambulance.

____________________________

The ambulance swerved around a corner, cars making way for it as they went. Aizawa sat there, a little to the side as he let the medics work on his student. Izuku was unconscious and from the panicked expressions, the medics were sporting, his kid wasn't in the clear yet.

"He's not breathing sir!" Came the frantic yell from one of the medics. Aizawa thinks he may be new to the job, given how young he looks.

"His heart's giving out! Tilt his head back and start compressions immediately!" Came the order from one of the more experienced medics. They guy was calm and collected. His orders clear and to the point.

"He's not responding to compressions, sir!" The man didn't answer, too busy setting up what looked like a defibrillator.

Aizawa's job meant that he was far from inexperienced when it came to these kinds of situations. Yet, seeing one of his own kids going through it was a completely different experience. It was jarring, to say the least.

The monitor on the opposite side of where he was sitting flatlined. The high pitch sound quickly became the worst thing he ever heard. He couldn't get himself to stop staring at the green neon light. It kept going for what felt like an eternity. The constant sound becoming the only thing his mind was registering, his consciousness zeroing on that one, dreadful sound.

"Administering shock at 200 volts now" Came the almost robotic call. "Clear!" Fear and worry ate at his insides as the seconds ticked by. Dark spots were rapidly forming in his field of vision. Izuku's heart stopped. His kid was dying, his body wasn't responding to the shock. The thought played on a constant loop in his mind, his breathing becoming more and more restricted. This wasn't happening, no! how could it be!

"Time of death- "Came the soft, hesitant voice of the paramedic.

"Do it again." Aizawa couldn't let this happen. He wouldn't admit defeat.

"But sir- "The younger kid exclaimed.

"Do. It. again." He threatened darkly. He knew what he was doing. This was the voice he used on criminals. Maybe, he shouldn't be doing this. These men were only doing their jobs. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Sir..."

"Do it." The older medic ordered instead. They were wasting time.

The younger medic cleared his throat. "Administering shock at 500 volts." Aizawa heard the distinct sound of electricity being charged "Clear!"

For a moment, the world slowed to a complete stop. Everyone stood frozen as they waited with bated breath for a response.

Nothing happened.

Was this... was this it?

"I'm sorry sir..." The medic whispered lowly, his hand reaching for the still flat lining monitor. Intending to turn it off.

"W-wait" Aizawa hated how his voice wobbled. Emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

The man complied. Quickly stepping to the side to give him space.

Aizawa bent down, crouching near the still form of his kid. Taking his cold, too cold, hand into his own.

"Izuku." He whispered softly, his voice meant for his ward only. "Izuku I need you to help me out here kid." He exhaled softly. "I know you're tired... I know you want this to be over. B-but..." He took in a deep breath, trying to will away the burning in his eyes. "I need you to hold on for me. I need you to keep fighting kid." Come on Izuku. Breathe.

Silence met his request. Sorrow crept into his very being as he was faced with this cruel reality. His eyes closed as frustration and anger welled up inside him. Anger at the world that had taken away the most precious thing in his life. He couldn't handle it. He couldn't handle this.

Izuku was dead. His kid was gone.

As his breath speeded up and the panic attack threatened to burst, coming to the surface at full force, slowly drowning deeper and deeper into misery he felt a small tug on his hand.

His head shot up, almost giving him whiplash.

A beat.

Then another, followed by a third...

Aizawa never knew how amazing it would feel to hear that rhythmic sound coming from the heart monitor. To see the fluctuation of the green neon light.

Pure, unadulterated relief accosted his senses. Disbelief and raw happiness overtook his heart as he looked at the medics for confirmation. He needed to make sure that he wasn't imagining this. He needed to see if this was real.

The two men's features mirrored his own. Both sporting identical expressions of shock and disbelief as they stared blankly at the heart monitor.

Just like that, the spell was broken as the medics moved into action. Making sure they didn't lose the kid again. Miracles don't happen twice, after all.

________________________________

Uraraka hated hospitals. She hated their cold, white interior. Hated the gloomy aura that always surrounded its halls. Uraraka despised the sadness that always followed her here. Ever since she had to watch her grandmother waste away in here.

Yet, what she hated most of all, was the fact that Midoriya, her friend, her incredibly sweet and kind classmate ended up here.

Now, here she was. Once again, waiting here for news, any news to come out about her friend.

They were sitting in the waiting area, near the emergency room. Yaoyorozu, Kirishima, Iida, herself and Shinsou, all in unnerving silence.

Strangely enough, the usually calm and collected Todoroki was the one pacing back and forth in the room. While the usually loud and brash Bakugou was uncharacteristically quiet as he sat to the side.

It was unexpected, to say the least when he came asking for her to go with them on their impromptu rescue mission.

She hesitated at first, given the possible repercussions to their actions. Yet, she relented in the end. This was Izuku. The boy who had saved her countless times in the past. She'd be damned if she didn't try and help him herself.

They had arrived just after the ambulance. Only glimpsing a flash of their classmate before he was carted away into the intensive area. Intensive... Her friend needed intensive care. Her friend was still in danger.

They briefly encountered Aizawa as he was coming out of the emergency room. Their teacher looked exhausted. His expression as his gaze landed on them was the definition of done. They braced themselves for the yelling and punishment to come. Yet, it never came. Aizawa just looked at them for a couple of seconds and walked away. Their teacher slumping in one of the chairs on the opposite side of the room.

This was worse than the anger they were expecting and prepared for. This was a blatant disappointment and somehow it felt worse. If the growing pit in their stomach was anything to go by.

Uraraka supposed that their punishment would come later. Now wasn't the time.

She just hoped that they hadn't lost their teacher's trust completely.

Speaking of teachers. Apparently, All Might was hiding from them his true appearance all this time. They had all watched, shocked, as the man's skeleton form was exposed to the world.

Nonetheless, it didn't change the fact that the number one hero was strong. They watched impatiently as he fought and actually defeated the villain from Kamino Ward.

They should have been happy, even excited to see their teacher's accomplishment. Yet, in the face of Izuku's kidnapping and All might's battle. It felt as if this was the end of an era. The end of something more, something bigger than all of them. If it was a good thing. Uraraka couldn't tell yet.

It was a couple of hours later before the doctor stepped out into the waiting room. His expression was pained, his eyes searching the room for someone.

Uraraka watched in silent anticipation as the doctor spoke to their homeroom teacher. She tried gauging Aizawa's reaction if only to get some sort of hint about the news. Yet, her teacher's expression remained unchanged. Features blank and unemotional.

They were all on the edge of their seats. By the way, Shinsou's leg was bouncing up and down on the floor and the constant drumming of Kirishima's fingers. They were all feeling just as stressed and worried as she was.

Finally, as if sensing their impatience, Aizawa gestured for the doctor to talk to them. In turn, the doctor made his way towards them.

"Hello. I'm doctor Collins. You must be Midoriya's friends." The grey-haired man greeted them, earning a couple of nods from Iida and Yaoyorozu. "I know you must be worried so I'll get right to the point. Your friend came in here in a highly critical state. The medics had to resuscitate him on the way here, for his heart kept giving out." He paused for a moment, giving them time for the information to sink in. "However, we managed to get his body to a semi-stable state. His injuries overall weren't life-threatening. He came in with a couple of fractured bones, some extensive bruising and a concussion. But the most worrying injury was the laceration he'd suffered to his heart." Uraraka could feel the pressure building in her chest.

"At first, we thought that they were caused by the shock administered to him on his way here. However, on further inspection, we have come to a certain conclusion." The man in front of them looked unsure, turning to Aizawa for confirmation before deciding that they had the right to know. "The laceration he suffered seems to have been caused by a higher voltage, to put it simply, they came from electrocution on an extended period of time." Did that mean he was... "Now, I have to ask, has any of you ever heard of the Marie Antoinette Syndrome?"

"Does that mean...." Iida was first to react, his expression twisting into one of pure horror.

"I'm afraid so young man." The doctor nodded seriously.

"What does it mean? What is Marie Antoinette Syndrome ?" Shinsou was next to voice their apprehension.

Iida seemed to be at a loss for words. His reaction making their collective hearts speed up in 'worry.

"Speak up damn it!" Bakugou shouted in frustration. For once, Uraraka didn't blame him.

"Bakugou." Aizawa scolded lowly, his voice was stern and unwavering. "You need to calm down if we are going to deal with this."

"What's this! Can someone explain it to us already!" it was now Kirishima's turn to speak up.

Clearing his throat, the doctor proceeded in his explanation. "Marie Antoinette syndrome refers to the situation when a person's hair turns white." Uraraka's mind flashed to Kamino, Izuku's hair... "If the body goes through enough emotional and physical stress, the person's hair pigment begins to lose their abilities. Your friend's hair... I believe it used to be green?" Used to be...

Does that mean he was being...?

"Tortured" Todoroki whispered in mute horror. Earning a strangled gasp from both Yaoyorozu and Kirishima.

"Your friend has been through a lot. More than anyone should. Let alone someone his age. He will need support and patience in his recovery. It will be long and hard if he ever wants to live a normal life again. In fact, you should all be prepared for this. The friend you found tonight, may not be the same one you lost. Experiences like that change people." The doctor's words hit them hard. Showing them just how serious and dire the situation was.

"C-can we see him?" Uraraka finally asked what she's been meaning to.

"I'm afraid not. Not yet, at least. He's currently in a medically induced sleep. Both his body and mind need time to catch up to all the trauma he suffered. He may not wake up for a while. You need to know that your friend isn't out of the woods yet and until he is one hundred percent stable, we cannot let him have any visitors."

With that, the doctor walked away. Leaving them to stew in the new onslaught of information.

"You kids should go home for now. I'll stay here and call you if anything happens." Aizawa began, his voice piercing through the silence that had settled between them. "We will talk about your actions later. For now, go home and rest. Midoriya's going to need us to be at our best once he wakes up."

All of them nodded, determination brewing in their eyes. Yet, none of them made a move to go.

Sighing loudly, their teacher addressed them once more.

"Fine, if you must, you can stay. Just, make sure to tell your parent's where you are."

Sighing in relief, they all went back to their original spots.

All of them had a new fire burning within them. They may not have been able to save Midoriya back at Kamino. However, they were here now and they were going to help him as much as they could during his recovery.

Now, they just needed for their friend to wake up.

Drew this! Although the backround is a picture!