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When she opened her eyes, she was anticipating a bright light accompanied by angels, or a dark red hellfire, not a warm, dark nothingness. Every where she looked, there was only darkness. She was hoping that the rest of the team were here, but they didn't seem to be.
But, in the end, that didn't matter, did it? She made Massimo proud, and more importantly, happy. If he was happy then so was she. Really, that was how she spent all her life.
Weather it be by staying safe to make Massimo happy, or by singing songs that his sister used to love for Vladimir, or pretending to listen to Vittorio ramble on and on about life to make him happy.
That's all that matters to her, she spent years of her life with them, making them feel better about themselves. Even if she was dead, her memory would still make Massimo smile.
Uraraka was practically jumping in the hospital seat, because Mommy and daddy had said a few months ago, she was going to have a baby sister! She asked if she could see her, but they said she would have to wait.
But now, she was in a hospital, and Daddy said she would be able to see her soon! Eventually, a man in white clothes told them to follow him.
Soon, they were at a big door, and she could see mommy on the other end, holding something.
It felt like she was flying. That was the best way Angelica could put it, like she was a bird in the wind. It didn't help at all that her back was hurting. Soon, there was a light in front of her, and she passed it.
Soon she felt gloved hands grasping her, even the things on her back. She was handed off to a smiling woman. A doctor soon entered the room with a man and a little girl, 4 years old at most. The girl almost ran up to her, spouting what sounded like gibberish. She touched the her back, and what ever was on them.