I woke up to my alarm going off, and I sat up. But I felt the immediate regret of doing that. My head was pounding, and the small bit of light that was coming in from in between the blinds only made it worse.

I carefully got out of my bed, and changed into my school uniform while still resting on the very edge of my bed. I slipped my shoes on, and I carefully got up and made my way towards class.

I had to hold onto the wall with every step I made, in hopes I wouldn't fall flat on my face.

"Hey y/n!" I heard from behind me. But I turned my head too fast, and everything went blurry before I felt my face smack against the floor.

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I slowly opened my eyes, and looked around the room. I was in the nurses office. I started sitting up, when my head felt like it was going to explode.

"Hey take it easy." I heard someone say, but my brain hurt too much to try and figure out who it was that said that. I sat myself up, and leaned against the wall behind the bed. I rested my head against the wall and finally looked to see that Bakugo was sitting next to the bed.

"Bakugo?" I questioned, and squeezed my eyes together.

"I'm right here." He told me, and I placed my hand on my forehead. The small amount of pressure that my hand was giving, felt nice.

"What happened?" I asked, and I couldn't remember.

"You passed out in the hallway." Bakugo told me, and I could remember that. "I had wanted to talk to you, but you fell to the floor before I got that far. I carried you here, and-."

"Wait you carried me?" I asked him, and he nodded like it was no big deal.

"Yeah." He said. "And you look like shit, how much did you sleep last night?"

"Not much." I told him.

"And how about the night before that?" A woman asked as the curtain was moved aside. Mr. Aizawa and Recovery Girl had been standing behind it.

"Umm." I hummed and thought back to the day before. "About nineteen hours."

"Mhm." Recovery Girl hummed and wrote something down on her clipboard. "And when was the last thing you drank something?"

"I don't know, it's been a while." I said, and I couldn't actually remember the last time I did.

"What about eating?" She asked, but I didn't say anything. I looked down at my lap and played with my hands. After a few moments she spoke up again. "Y/n, when was the last time you ate something?" I looked up at the clock on the wall, and tried thinking.

"Eight days, thirteen hours, and forty-three minutes." I said and looked back down at my hands.

"Why haven't you been eating?" Mr. Aizawa asked, and I didn't say anything.

"This isn't the first time either." Recovery Girl said and held up a large folder, and I already knew that it held my medical records in it. "In and out of the hospital fourteen times for this same reason in the past five years."

I still didn't say anything, and kept staring at my hands. How was I supposed to get out of this? I couldn't walk away, they probably wont let me leave the room until I ate something.

"Dear, it says that you were diagnosed with anorexia five years ago." Recovery Girl said. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes. "It also says that you were prescribed medication, have you been taking that?"

"No." I said blatantly.

"Why not?" Mr. Aizawa asked, and he kneeled down next to the bed. But I didn't look him in the eye. How am I going to look anyone in the eye now?

"They made me gain weight." I said.

"That's not one of the listed side effects." Recovery Girl said, and I gripped my fists tighter.

"No, but they would make me hungry." I said. "They don't put that side effect on the bottle, or in any description anywhere, so that people will take it. So that they'll take them, and think they're getting better because their hungry again."

"That's a good thing." Bakugo said, and tried grabbing my hands.

"Says you." I yelled and yanked my hands out of his reach. "I want nothing more than to lose weight, but I can't do it. And my doctor's best idea to help with this, is to make me hungry? How stupid is that? How is that supposed to help me?"

"It's supposed to help you, by making you want to eat food when your brain says otherwise." Recovery Girl said, and I couldn't help but get upset. How could they not see what was wrong with my prescribed medication?

I got out of the bed, and I felt like I was going to fall over. But I was not going to allow myself to fall, not again. I rushed out of the room, and I could hear them running after me.

I felt something wrap around me, and I looked down to see Mr. Aizawa's scarf. I fought against it as best as I could, but I ended up falling to my knees.

"Let me go." I told them, and Bakugo kneeled on the ground in front of me.

"Not until we can get something in your system." Bakugo said, and he grabbed ahold of my shoulders.

"Y/n, I'm going to require you come into my office everyday, to take your medication." Recovery Girl said, and I lowered my head. "And you will be staying in my office, until it kicks in so you can't throw it up."

"That's not necessary." Bakugo told her. "I'll make sure she takes it."

"Bakugo, this isn't your problem." I told him, and kept trying to fight against Mr. Aizawa's scarf.

"Yes it is." He whispered to me.

"Do you have the medication in your room?" Recovery Girl asked.

"Yes." I said quietly.

"Then Bakugo, you and y/n are excused for the day." Mr. Aizawa said and let me go.