(A.N. I want to put a warning here because this chapter can get kind of I guess disturbing to put it I want to say again that I know nothing about anxiety except for what google tells me and I have no experience with anxiety so I want to apologize if I offend anyone who actually has anxiety but you've been warned)

Emiko [POV]

I woke up around the middle of the night to a loud blood curdling scream.  I sat up looking over across the room at Mika, sat was sitting up as well

"That wasn't-" we both started at the same time before quickly getting up.  I hurried down the hallway to Ichiro's room.  I opened the door slowly.  Ichiro was sitting up in his bed clutching his head, he screamed again.  I hurried into the room by his bedside

"Ichi what's wrong?" I asked taking his hand

"Stay away, go away" he shouted pulling away from me his eyes glowing a dark crimson red his hair a mess.  His eyes were puffy and bloodshot from crying, tears streaming down his face

"What's going on in here?" Dad exclaimed coming into the room.  My concerned face and Mika frozen to the floor was a good enough answer for him.  The last thing that I remember before crying myself back to sleep that night were the ambulance sirens.  The next day we got half a day off school to visit Ichi in the hospital.  He looked awful from just one night one night of his anxiety full-fledged.  He trembled violently his hair was a mess his skin was pale and ashen.  His eyes were dull and lifeless.  He kept picking and tugging at his I.V. to the point where he tire it out of his arm.  I couldn't tell if it was on purpose or on accident.  He didn't say anything to us and we didn't say anything to him.  He didn't even seem like he noticed we were there.  Everything seemed to go by in a haze for me.  This had happened once before but this time it's much, much worse.  His unnaturally long nails had been cut down to keep from hurting himself.  Mom didn't come to see him but dad did.  When we got back home to get our school bags mom was sitting at the table her hair hiding her face from view.  One hand covered her face anyways.  A bottle of alcohol had been tipped over on the table, it was empty.  This was the first time we've ever seen her drink like this.  Instead of sticking around to see how it would affect her we got our bags and started to school

"I can drive you two to school if you want" Our dad offered but I just forced a smile shaking my head as I shut the door behind us.  Around halfway to school I spoke up

"What if-" I started but trailed off shaking my head "No he'll get better he always does he got better last time"

"he never realizes it especially with his gloomy and shy attitude but he's the happiness to the household especially for us" she added "but is it just me or does your chest ache like a lot"

"No just numb" I shook my head continuing to walk to school in silence.  We got to class and split up.  I handed my pass to Aizawa and sat down in my seat ignoring all the stares I got.  When the bell rung at the end of the day I packed up slowly and jumped when Midoriya approached me

"Hey Emiko" He greeted looking around "where's Ichiro today"

"He's sick today I figured he would get sick from the rain" I forced myself to smile

"You look tired did you get enough sleep last night?" he asked concerned

"Yeah" I ended the conversation short by getting up and walking away.  It went like that for the next week.  I avoided Midoriya and anyone else that approached me.  Ichiro only got worse to the point where we weren't allowed in the room anymore only the doctors.  He constantly tore out his IV and was restrained now.  He would scream at night till he tore his vocal cords but would continue.  They couldn't close the blinds or curtains at night or he would go into hysterics.  This was much worse than last time, he had to be sedated more often and it lasted for shorter periods of time.  But after two weeks he started to get better.  When the doctor had said that he could home home I was in tears.  His vocal cords would take at least a month to heal before he could talk.  The effects of the sedatives would take a few weeks to wear off.  For some reason his body has weird side effects to it the doctor went through all of them to us

"For a while simple motor tasks will be difficult like writing and eating reminders on how to do some tasks will be needed and even without the torn vocal cords speech would be difficult and walking will be hard as well so it is necessary that he uses the crutches, Make sure to give specific instructions for tasks and what not just to help him out until it wears off oh and he may not be able to use his quirk for a while" the doctor told us smiling I was even happy enough to make jokes

"So now you have another excuse to avoid conversations" I asked Ichi nodded with a smirk

"Well I'll go get him checked out for you and you can be on your way" the doctor was nice and caring but when he left I wrapped my arms around Ichi tightly

"I missed you" I felt felt another tear fall down my face.  He wrapped his arms around as well

"School just wasn't the same without you" Emika added doing a good job at keeping her cool.  Ichi shrugged as the doctor came back.  We got to go home and dad drove us so we didn't have to walk.  I was thrilled the next day when Ichi got to go back to school.  Though it was going to be difficult to explain everything.  Aizawa knew along wit the principle and nurse but that was it.  Midoriya didn't know and I don't know how we could keep it a secret.  We got to school much earlier than usual and Emika didn't seem to happy to split up and go to class but she did anyways.  Like usual no one was in class but surprisingly Aizawa was standing behind the podium shuffling some papers.  He looked up when we entered

"Ichiro are you feeling better" He asked.  Ichiro nodded going up to his desk.  He moved awkwardly with the crutches but without them he could barely stand let alone walk.

"Cat got your tongue" Aizawa joked

"Torn Vocal cords" I explained sitting down

"Yeah I got the doctors notes last night shame it got so bad huh" He asked Ichiro only shrugged

"He usually doesn't remember it afterwards its kind of like a present tense thing, I guess its better that way" Ichiro nodded in agreement

"Guess that is lucky" He shrugged going back to whatever he was doing before we came in.  Ichi stretched his arms above his head and his sleeve rolled up enough to show the bandages where he tore out his IV several times.  His elbow his his crutches that were balanced against the edge of the desk.  They fell over with a clatter Ichiro nearly jumped out of his skin as he bent down to pick them up.

(A.N. sorry for the kind of depressing chapter I promise next one will be happier)