Obstreperous Laconism

Chapter three: you're useless

Just a quick warning, there is some cursing in this chapter.

Shinso lay upon the hospital bed staring blankly at the white ceiling, he hadn't moved for nearly an hour. He was lost within his thoughts once again not really paying attention to what was happening around him. Suddenly he sees a hand waving above his head and he snaps back into reality. Beside his bed stood a tall male with white hair and glasses, he was an older looking man, he appeared to be in his late 60s. He must be the professor.

Shinso could only describe the next two hours of his life as painful. Both mentally and physically. Boring, stupid and painful. The man was what one could only describe as, a complete dick. He showed no remorse for the boy and had absolutely no patience. If you couldn't do it the first time then in his eyes you couldn't do it at all. What a fucker.

But the man had finally disappeared from the room and Shinso was left on his own once again. As he stared up at the ceiling he could only hope that the next two weeks would fly by.
He suddenly feels tears threaten to fall as he covers his eyes with his now shaking hands. Tears start to fall, slowly rolling down his face as he lay there in complete silence, on his part at least. He wipes away the tears from his eyes as he raises a hand. It lay directly above him, the center of his line of sight. The other hand soon joins and they start moving, creating different shapes and motions. He was signing.

It was really the only thing he picked up from those two hours but it was enough to properly suggest how the boy was feeling. He signed the two words which stayed floating around within his head.

You're useless

He couldn't agree more. What a great word to use to describe how the boy felt.
Suddenly a thought occurs, what will he do about school? Will such a prestigious school let a useless deaf kid who can't even use his quirk roam it's halls, and even if they do, to what extent would they provide a way of learning for the boy since most of the general studies course is taught verbally.

As the boy lay upon his bed, tear stained cheeks and shaking hands, he felt genuine fear. He felt useless.