The end of Uravity. Ochaco had never assumed it would happen like this.
Like any pro really, she had hoped that one day she would retire peacefully after a long and successful career, leaving behind a legacy. She thought she’d be satisfied. She thought it’d be her own choice.
With the mortality rate and the general dangers heroes faced everyday, she should’ve expected it to end like this.
Rushed into the back of an ambulance, barely clinging to consciousness and life as paramedics rushed around you to try and stop the ocean of blood that left your body, having just traumatized your coworkers and a group of civilians because a villain’s quirk had revealed itself to you too late.
By the time the ambulance had gotten into the hospital’s parking lot, darkness had overtaken Ochaco and blocked out the panic and the pain that had wracked her body and mind. When it first took her, she thought she had died. That wasn’t the case, whether it was fortunate for her or not was yet to be determined.
Surgery took hours upon hours to complete, the doctors working tirelessly to remove every large and tiny fragment of rubble that had embedded itself into her after the chunk of rock had unexpectedly became a bomb the moment she pushed it away. Saving Uravity’s life was both the bare minimum and the absolute maximum they could do.
The Zero Gravity hero spent two weeks in an induced coma as they continued to monitor her blood pressure, heart rate, breathing, protein levels; everything to make sure that she wouldn’t crash the absolute second she woke up. When she finally evened out, they kept her induced for two more days to ensure her safety before finally letting up on the meds and removing the tube in her throat.
She breathed on her own and after a while, she began to wake up. A pained groan slipped from her lips as her consciousness fought to understand where she was, the lights dimmed to save her from having to squint against them. She opened her one eye that had not needed to be bandaged in fear of what damage had been done to it, looking up at the speckled drop ceiling of her hospital room.
The doctors were soft and gentle as they talked to her and assessed her mental state, thankfully finding she had suffered no brain damage. Then, came the hard part. Most of her body was bandaged, her left leg surprisingly having taken the least amount of damage on that side, while the right suffered mostly from bruises and scrapes with she hit the pavement. The boulder-turned-bomb had torn its way through the left side of Ochaco’s body and she’d like have to go through intense physical therapy and pain killers to operate normally again.
And it had taken her arm.
Ochaco stared in horror at what was left- a bandaged stump that ended just after her bicep and hiding the mangled mess underneath. She only needed one hand to activate her quirk.
She needed both to turn it off.
Inconsolable was an understatement.
Eventually, she calmed down and took to idly just staring at the television, watching it play some sort of soap opera but not truly seeing it. Not truly hearing it. Her heart, body and mind were all numb and she couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not. She barely registered the soft click of the door opening, not moving for a while. She expected it to be a nurse or a doctor coming by for the thousandth time to check on her, or perhaps her parents- who she’d been told had booked a hotel room nearby and had gone to rest. When whoever was at the door didn’t make a sound or say anything, she finally looked over, a confused expression on her face.
After a moment, she realized who it was, her face falling into a sad expression. “Tenko…”