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The corridor outside your hospital room was gripped by a suffocating silence. Fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting sterile white light onto the polished floors, their sheen reflecting the heavy boots of those who stood vigil outside the door. Time felt suspended, stretched taut like a thread ready to snap.

Aizawa stood against the far wall, arms folded tightly across his chest. His ever-weary eyes were locked on the door window, behind which lay you—still, silent, and unmoving. The hiss of oxygen, the steady beep of the heart monitor, the occasional rustle of fabric from a nurse adjusting your IV—those were the only signs that life remained in you.

Next to him stood All Might, stripped of his larger-than-life persona, the burden of helplessness clinging to him like armor he could no longer carry. His face, though calm to the casual eye, was heavy with quiet despair. For all the power he once wielded, he couldn't lift you from the void you'd fallen into.

Dr. Aoi, the one who had raised you with unyielding compassion and an almost parental love, was hunched slightly in front of the attending physician—an older man with graying hair and the hardened demeanor of someone who had seen too many young lives hanging in the balance.

The doctor's voice was quiet but firm. "Her condition is stable, but that's all we can say for now. We've run every scan we can without further stressing her vitals. The internal damage from the quirk overload is healing, but the neurological and emotional trauma... that's uncharted territory."

"Is she in a coma?" All Might asked, his voice coarse.

The doctor shook his head slowly. "Not exactly. It's more of a protective state. A mental shutdown. The brain can do this to shield itself from trauma it's not ready to process. It's a survival instinct."

Dr. Aoi let out a slow, trembling breath. "She wasn't supposed to ever use that much power, not like that. It's not just the physical toll... She's emotionally fractured."

Aizawa, who had been silent for too long, finally spoke—his tone low and clipped. "And you can't say when she'll wake up?"

"No," the doctor admitted. "It could be tomorrow. Or it could be weeks. The human mind doesn't follow timelines. Especially not after something like this."

For a moment, nobody said anything. The weight of uncertainty pressed down on the group like gravity had thickened in the corridor.

All Might rubbed the back of his neck. "She must have felt trapped... Like the darkness left her with no way out."

"She broke," Dr. Aoi said, his voice soft but devastated. "And it happened right in front of people who loved her... who couldn't stop her from falling."

The door to your room creaked open quietly as a nurse exited, clipboard in hand. She offered a small nod to the adults outside, her expression ashen and grim. "No change," she whispered, before walking off.