NOT YOUR FAULT ☀ waking up

[arcy]

.. The past few days had been a lot better, regarding Izuku's health. It'd been a little over a week since he'd passed out and, y'know, didn't really wake up. .. He'd been sick a little longer than that. Izuku just hadn't wanted to take a break 'till it got so bad that he was, y'know, completely out. What was new? Izuku hadn't taken care of himself in his life, least of all now, when he had so many other things to do. Didn't even realize he was allowed to take a break, apparently. Hopefully he'd learned his lesson, but .. probably not.
Anyways. His condition had gotten better, gradually. It was a pretty stark difference from when he was on death's doors, basically. Over the day, he'd started looking less 'unconscious' and just closer to 'asleep'. His breathing was .. as easy as it could be, and he shifted occasionally. As he was right now, he was just resting, wings flopped out alongside him as he rested. And then he shifted. He hadn't woken up, yet, but right now he seemed to be on the gradual climb back to full consciousness. Little step at a time. And, within some long few minutes of subtle shifting, Izuku, blearily, opens his eyes. He .. hurts. Everything just hurts and everything feels too light. It wasn't as bad as the days leading up to it, though. Just .. a bone-deep ache, though it wasn't sharp. Just .. uncomfortable. .. Izuku is pretty uncomfortable in general right now. His stomach is twisting and he's hungry. He doesn't want to move. But he has to get something. Slowly, Izuku shuffles in his little nest of blankets, up in his actual room apparently? He shuffles his paws under him and, shaking, stands. His mouth is dry. He feels .. gross. Probably shouldn't be up, but Izuku would be damned if he didn't check on his clanmates. Aizawa is nowhere to be seen, so Izuku makes a slow descent down the stairs and counts himself lucky he doesn't fall down them after an unfortunate misstep. As it was, falling down a step or a few hurt .. more than it usually did. Izuku doesn't let that stop him, slowly wandering out of the little cabin with a slowly sweeping tail. He looks .. groggy. He's not sure if he's actually tired or not. Even so, the little Maine Coon stops on the porch and, upon not immediately seeing anyone with his limited, blurry vision, leans against a .. wall. A pole. A support pillar. He doesn't know. He doesn't really want to support himself right now, though, because he's kind of sleepy and it kind of hurts. The snow under his paws is cold but comforting. It's nice to be out again, even if he doesn't remember a lot from being sick. Just moments of hysteria and bile and confusion. And pain. He can't say he liked it. .. Even so. Izuku would like to greet his clanmates first thing. Wasn't it funny that this was his first though? Maybe it was a good thing. Even so, the feline just decides to rest his eyes till somebody else shows up. He hasn't felt .. actually sleepy in a while. Tired, not sleepy. How funny. So, with a tail wrapped around his paws, the Maine Coon just rests there, eyes shut(he's not asleep, he promises), as he waits to hear about whatever the hell happened while he was .. gone.
//at long last
sickness?? mostly over. there'll be after-affects obvs esp since izu Refuses to rest but its ok.

☀ what was i worth