Shaking slightly, I curl up in the corner of the room that I've been thrown into. A plate of slop that I couldn't even call food because it looks so disgusting, sits near the door untouched. The blunt knife and fork gleaming in the artificial light while I sigh to myself and ignore the sight of them. Despite my hunger, I couldn't will myself to eat. I couldn't allow myself to eat because I knew if I did, it'll end up on the floor in a swirl of green and chunks... I didn't want to be stuck in a room that stinks of puke either!

I don't even know how long I'd been stuck in here. To me, it feels like years but I know it's probably been a couple of days to a week if so. I knew that the more I stayed here, the more broken I felt. I wanted to be out of here. I don't want to be here. Who would want to be here?! It's horrible...

The sound of the door bolting open rips me out of my thoughts. A small sniffle leaving my nose as I look up from my little corner and tense up considerably more than normal when someone walks in with a couple of people hobbling behind them. My whole body freezing as the door shuts as my mind runs into overdrive. Heart hammering against the rib cage while my hands shake slightly. Already fearing the worst as they stare toward me and wait for me to do something. My eyes widening as the head male of the group walks toward me and cracks his knuckles.

Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!

His rough fingers wrap around my lower arm before yanking me to my feet. A shriek leaving my lips as I stumble forward and crash into his chest before I push him off with a small whimper. Heart hammering. Nerves shocked. I couldn't even breathe properly. My eyes focusing on the rough looking men and women with tons of cuts and scrapes. My back riddling with goosebumps as I'm pushed toward the group of people like I weighed absolutely nothing.

Confused, I look toward the guy in charge who crosses his arms in front of his chest and narrows his eyes at me. Clearing my throat nervously, I look back toward the group of people as they each sit down on my bed (leaving it riddled with whatever diseases they could have because they look horrendous). Their eyes focusing on me as I fiddle with my shirt, something that I haven't been able to change out of since I got here, while I take a nervous breath.

As I get a clearer look at each of them, I realise what I have to do. Each of them had open gashes on their legs or their arms. Some had cuts on their face and side. Others had bullet hole wounds in their shoulders. The odd one had a broken limb already wrapped up in a cast waiting to be healed. They all needed healing. I mean... why else would they be in my room?... a small whine leaves my lips as I look back toward the man in charge who gestures for me to get to work.

"We don't have all day, doll," Someone speaks up making me jump and slowly walk toward one of the women who watch me with close eyes as I rest my hands on her arm gently, "Now get to it, we have to leave in half an hour,"

Taking a deep breath, I begin to mutter Latin under my breath as a green aura wraps around my body and the woman's body that I'm trying to heal. The woman nodding to me as I finally heal her and her bullet wound closes up before she storms out of the room with a gun in her hand. Slowly, I rest a hand on one of the male's arm beginning to mutter another verse in Latin as quickly as I can. My hands beginning to cramp up as I get into the third person and my throat feels tight.

"God she's so slow," Someone mutters making me freeze and look toward where the voice emanated from. My heart almost stopping as he walks toward him with a scowl, "Stop taking so long!"

"I — I can't go —" I begin before shrieking as they force both my hands on two different people. The male squeezing my wrist making me wince as I shake my head and choke on a sob, "I can't do more than this! My quirk isn't trained!"

"Then train it!" He hisses against me, pressing his chest against my back making me freeze and choke back a cry as I look down at my feet, "Do as your told,"

Holding back the tears threatening to spill, I begin muttering the many Latin phases I know and trying to make sure that I'm reciting them correctly. My stomach in knots as bile rises in my throat. The quirk over exerting itself as I continue to mumble Latin until I pull away when they're fully healed. My eyes staring toward the wall when I realise that I still have three more people to go through. Two of them having open gashes somewhere on their bodies while the last one has a couple of gashes and a broken arm. My heart wrenching at the thought of having to heal them.

It's way past my quirks expectations....

Taking a deep breath, trying not to break down into a pit of tears and despair, I rest my hands on two of the people and begin to recite the Latin stuck in my head. As my eyes close, a headache begins to claw its way across my brain like mould climbing across food. Energy beginning to deplete as quickly as it came due to me not being able to eat properly. My stomach yearning for food as I slowly pull my hands away and rub the bridge of my nose. Legs beginning to wobble with every movement I make.

I need to stop... I can't do anymore...

Shaking my head, I turn to collapse onto my bed into a pile of goo. A small sob leaving my lips as I'm pulled upright, being made to keep standing as I still have one more to go through. I couldn't do this! I don't need to do this! Please... just make this stop! Make it stop! Make it stop!

Coughing on a wail, I slowly rest my cramping hand onto the male's back and recite the Latin. However, the words began to form into one and the letters began to jumble together like I was hallucinating. The green hue wrapping around me beginning to fade as my eyes threaten to droop shut. A small cough leaving my lips as I fall backwards into the brick wall behind me and my drained form felt almost lifeless. I could possibly pass for a corpse...

Cursing under his breath, the man in charge grabs my wrist and forces me to continue. A small whine leaving my lips as I fall to my knees and blink back the tears as I force out another sentence in Latin before it fizzles out again. Broken bones aren't sometimes manageable and they take a lot out of me...

I've done eight people already... that's way past my usual limit...

I'm not a hero. I'm not a trained medical professional. I don't heal people. I've only healed animals with minimal wounds and breaks because that is what my quirk can handle. I'm not a paramedic. I'm not a nurse or a doctor or a physician. I'm a make up artist! I don't heal people for a living! I do makeup and make people look presentable for the camera to match their outfits... I don't handle breaks or bruises or cuts! That's not who I am!

Why did they have to bring me?!

My quirk isn't trained for this sort of environment or predicament. I can't heal extravagant injuries. Bullet wounds and broken bones can be fixed depending on the severity. The more severe the break, the less likely I'll be able to heal it up to one hundred percent. You can't rush recovery! It's something that I have always believed and something that I can't believe people think that it's what my quirk can do! It doesn't reduce recovery time! It has never reduced recovery time...

I just want to go home... I want Keigo...

Noticing that I probably can't heal anymore, they all briskly walk out of the room with curses under their breath. The door slamming and bolting shut as they leave making me wince at the loud noises. My head pounding, brain threatening to leave my skull. Hands feeling heaving, I push onto the bed nearby and collapse into a pile of goo. My wings threatening to leave my back and surface yet I try and will them to stay in my back. I couldn't let them take my wings... exploiting my quirk to its limits is more than enough...

Sniffling gently, I wipe the tears streaming down my cheeks and slump against the wall behind me as I curl up into a small ball. My eyes blurring slightly as I look toward the floor and take a deep breath. Stomach contorting into discomfort as I hear people speak outside the comfort of the room that I'm situated in.

I just want Keigo...

I just hope he comes and saves me soon...