Midoriya is lying on his back in an unfamiliar place. He can tell by the missing ambient sounds of western Crenshaw and the scent of a room other than his own. For a fleeting moment, he wonders if he landed himself in the hospital again. His head feels thick, awful, and there's a weird taste in his mouth. He catches a snatch of a familiar voice. In its direction, his head is already turned slightly--some subconscious effort by Midoriya-of-last-night-and-this-morning to prevent gagging on anything, should his stomach rebel.

Should we wake him up?

He unsticks his eyelids just enough and has the briefest moment of alarm. The green-limned darkness, the forest, running--He's not Corrupted. That's not what his current affliction feels like. He's indoors. There are two people here. He identifies their pleasant familiarity to him before the people themselves.

It was Paul's voice, and--yes, Kaworu. They're very close, at ease. Everything is all right. They're very close--to him--They're all in a bed--

His eyes spring completely open. If Kaworu thought he was dying, Midoriya feels like his soul has left his body. "Guys, are you--are we--I mean, if we, it's fine if we--Are you OK?"