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"We're losing her!"
"We need an operating room immediately!"
"Who's taking care of the other one?"
"Someone get Recovery Girl!"
"Tell those kids to wait outside! She's in critical condition!"
Ochako wasn't aware of anything except the flickering of the overhead lights and the cracking sensation of her breathing as her broken ribs tried their best to function. It should hurt, but it didn't. Everything felt strangely numb. That was the only coherent thought she could form- this should hurt- and she clung to it like it would save her life.
Someone's face appeared in her peripheral vision, and she zeroed in on it. She didn't recognize them, but that may have been the fault of the surgical mask that covered half of their face. It didn't matter who they were, though- she would have even been grateful to see Shigaraki if it gave her something to concentrate on other than the incomprehensible shouting all around her or the crunching of her broken bones.
"Uraraka, sweetheart," the doctor said, and miraculously, she understood the words. "You're going into surgery now, but it's going to be okay. You just have to hold on."
"Where's Deku?" Ochako asked.
The doctor didn't respond. It was possible that she hadn't actually spoken. Her mouth didn't seem to be working properly.
The overhead light stopped moving- or rather, Ochako stopped moving. They must have finally wheeled her into an empty room. Her eyes were already closing when they injected the anesthesia.
The last thought Ochako had before she was gone entirely was that she wished they had stayed in the dorms.