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Chapter 1
White walls and clean silver chairs didn’t add more color to the already cold medical atmosphere of the room. Five chairs in a row on each wall with a white small table with brochures and magazines showing various hero’s on them at the end of the rows. Small pictures and paintings originating from children decorated the white plain walls. White small shelves on the wall with two big windows showing the streets, had tiny green succulents on them. Magazines, Pictures and succulents. At least some things that added a little tint of color to the waiting room you were currently sitting in.
Sitting in a room full of people who needed help was never one of your favorite things to do. 8 people including you were waiting to get called out to be examined or treated.
A nurse opening the door from time to time to call in new people from the waiting room to the treatment room made the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach grow, rising and forming a knot in your throat too hard to swallow. But the injuries healing on your body needed professional medical attention so you put up with the feeling of unease and helplessness.
Getting treated wasn’t the problem, it was knowing that the people needed some kind of treatment for illnesses or injuries that made you feel such levels of uneasiness.
Not even being able to finish your next strand of troughs, your name was called out by a nurse ripping you out of your mostly comfortable seat. Walking towards the door you made eye contact with the nurse who called you out seconds before and noticed her rising eyebrows. You managed to give her a consoling smile before she walked over to the treatment room the doctor was waiting in. You silently closed the door of the waiting room, turned right and walked through the hallway of the doctor’s office to the room the nurse was standing in front of. She gave you a smile and a small nod and walked off towards the reception.
Knocking on the door you grabbed the door handle and opened the door to the treatment room. You were greeted with more white walls, pictures and tiny green succulents. There was a large brown desk in front of the windows with a chair behind it in which the doctor was seated. On the right wall next to you was a black examination table with a large piece of paper towel neatly placed on top of it. On the left wall only two more waiting chairs. With the doctor looking up into your direction you closed the door behind you and walked up to him. You shot him a small smile and sat down on the chair in front of the desk.
“Good morning miss l/n,” the doctor greeted you in an almost too cheerful tone which you actually appreciated.
“Good Morning,” you agreed, trying to sound at least a tiny bit cheerful at which you failed miserably. You leaned forward to glance at the papers the doctor slid over the table for you to see.
“As you can see, all the results look fine.” He said gazing over the papers, showing you, with his index finger, all the results they gained from the blood test you had them take recently. “Absolutely nothing to worr about, everything as it should be.” He added and leaned back into his chair.
You nodded “Thank you sir.” You we’re waiting to be dismissed but instead of offering you a hand standing up he folded his hands over his already folded legs.
“Listen,” he started, worry sounding in his voice, “I don’t want to pry into personal affairs, but your eye looks rough. Anything I can help you with?” He asked, his eyes darting into yours examining your swollen left eye, a blue bruise forming around it. Your eyebrows started to raise and your hands lifted into the air waving around like you wanted to swap a fly.
“Oh, no no. Actually everything is fine,” you raised your left hand to lightly touch your cheekbone under your left eye. “Working at a daycare can be difficult sometimes. Watching out for flying toys, fists and feet. You know?” You smiled and let your hand fall down onto your legs. Your doctor nodded at your statement adding that he exactly knows what you mean, working as a doctor, even adults could be a handful sometimes.
He dismissed you with a smile and a firm handshake.
Walking out of the doctor's office you were stranded on a sidewalk bustling with people. Saturday mornings were usually busy, but that busy? Well maybe you just never noticed since saturdays and sundays were mostly staying inside hoping no one or nothing would disturb your free time. You walked down the sidewalk into the direction of your flat. Swallowing hard to get rid of the knot in your throat. Careful not to bump into someone you managed to swirl around someone so dramatically that your phone slipped out the pocket of your dark brown coat landing on the pavement with a thud. Closing your eyes, scrunching your nose and turning your lips against your teeth you took a deep breath and bowed down to grab the device. Picking it up wasn’t the hard part, turning it around to see if the screen was cracked was tho. You flipped it around and with luck on your side the screen was totally fine. You smiled to yourself and this time to make sure you wouldn’t drop it again you slipped it into the back pocket of your black jeans continuing walking.
Reaching the door to your apartment complex took you 10 minutes more than usual. You were sure that dropping your purse twice whilst dodging people wasn’t the factor for the 10 minutes, but you were sure that the mass of people was. Opening your purse, searching for your keys with the eyes on the door of the complex, taking the keys out and opening the door. Walking inside, letting the door close behind yourself you walked down the icy hallways of the complex. You decided to take the steps today, which you actively regretted after the first five steps in total. Not wanting to give up you took on the next three floors of steps reaching your destination with a little wheeze. Walking down the hallway of the third floor you once again took your keys to hand, stopping in front of your apartment's door and placing the key inside the lock. Twisting the key to the right, unlocking the door and walking inside pushing the door close behind you with your butt.
Once inside you dropped your bag onto the shelf attached to the rack for your jackets. Sliding out of your coat you took one of the hangers and placed your coat on it, hanging the hanger back onto the rack.
After hanging up your coat you fumbled with the white arms of your shirt which were pulled up by the coat. You used the ends of the long sleeved shirt to wipe around your face and remove little sweat pearls forming on your forehead. The walls of your apartment's hallway were colored in a light mint green with smooth white edges around the doors. Brown wooden doors separating 4 rooms from the hallway. Walking further through the hallway you entered your kitchen. Walking around the small white table on one wall to get to one of your cabinets to pull out a glass from it. Closing the door with one hand, the glass in the other you filled up your glass with tap water, lifting it up to your lips after closing the tap. You were finally able to wash the small rests of the lump that formed in your throat at the doctor’s office down. You turned and leaned your hip against the white counter, looking around to see nothing has changed over the past 40 minutes you were gone. The trees in front of your balcony swinging caught your attention. You crooked your head to the side and followed the trees swinging in the wind with your eyes.
After about two minutes of staring at the trees you noticed your bladder acting up and decided it was time to use the toilet. You turned to the right to tap the on/off button on your coffee machine. It turned on with a beeping sound and you turned left to exit your kitchen to turn right immediately after you walked through the door. Opening the door to the bathroom you closed it behind you and did your business. After flushing you used the sink to wash your hands and look into the mirror to look at your left eye.
“Shit.” You hissed quietly after you dried your hands with a towel that hung from the wall on the right side of the sink. You traced the now dark blue bruise with your index finger and pushed your lips together so that they formed a lovely duck face. You took a long and deep breath and lowered your hand onto the rim of the sink. You let your fingers trace the rim while you turned around to open the door of your bathroom.
While walking back to your kitchen you thought back on how you got that nasty ass bruise including the fractured ribs on your right. Healing those injuries wasn’t much for your body but bruises lingered longer on your skin. It didn’t really hurt anymore but the sight of it made you want to punch a wall since you had to lie about how you got it. The daycare was your usual escape route when it came to bruises but lying wasn’t a thing you liked to do but in this case, or your case, it wasn’t avoidable.
You walked into your kitchen and took your already used glass and put it underneath your coffee machine, for it to brew you a fresh cup of coffee. Adding a bit of milk to your glass after getting it out of the fridge you watched the coffee trickle into your glass.
Your thoughts drifted away and suddenly you thought about the bruise again. Soon your attention on the coffee faded and you were lost in your own head.
Two old friends ringing on your door, one covered in blood and the other holding the bloodied man up. The bloody hero costume was almost gone from the neck down to the hips of the man. The taller male lifted the currently not moving man up your stairs and into your hallways. Your confusion was beyond anything acceptable at this point but you knew you had no choice but to help. You asked what exactly happened but the taller male couldn’t give you a clear answer since he wasn’t at the scene, but knew your apartment was located closer to them than any hospital. When he put the black haired male down on the cold white tiles on your hallway you crouched next to him and instructed the blond man to try and get the rest of the hero costume that was stuck to his arms and chest off. You did the same while studying the body laying in front of you. The taller male stood up and walked into your bathroom to get a wet towel to wipe the blood with. While he was gone your right hand roamed up and down the bare chest in front of you trying to detect the injuries caused by whatever hit him. You found broken ribs and nothing more in said area so you moved your hands up to trace your fingertips over his neck and up his chin to touch his cheekbones and forehead. You turned to the blonde male on the other side of the body and told him what you found and what you could do about it. While explaining your fingertips pressed down onto his forehead taking away a part of his concussion following the bruise already forming around his left eye and further down the broken ribs. The blonde male apologized and thanked you alternately for you having to put up with the aftermath and because you helped the injured man. When he hoisted the black haired male up to carry him you asked if he was doing ok since he didn’t say anything. But he assured you that he was absolutely fine and that you should watch out for yourself.
Dragging you out of your two day old memories was the coffee machine beeping, letting you know that your coffee was finished. You heard lively chirping coming from the living room which let your lips curl up into a small smile. You sincerely loved her. The small canary sitting in her cage greeting you every morning and telling you good night every day. You slid your fingers around the glass and instantly regretted using a glass instead of a cup with a handle. You let your fingers slip away from the glass and turned away from your coffee and opened one of the top drawers to get a cup for yourself so you wouldn’t burn your fingers or hands. You proceeded to take out pot holders for you to wrap around the glass and pour the beverage from the glass into the cup. Low and behold, your brain only now began to process that glass could shatter when coming in contact with hot liquid. You let out a sigh and your head almost automatically did a little nod to the right side expressing the disappointment of your own stupidity.
Now having a cup with a handle attached to it you slid your fingers through the handle and picked it up to walk out of the kitchen and into the living room to greet your little canary. Letting the memory fade into the back of your head to not worry about the two men, you walked up to the hallway and turned left once you left the doorway of the kitchen. You were greeted with a living room turned sleeping bay and sometimes Atelier for your creative outbursts. Condemning the mess you created in the corner of the room you walked up to the big cage of Thelma. The bright yellow bird sat on top of a wooden stick looking into the air, crooking her neck into all different directions. Letting the warmth of the cup linger on your fingers you took the cup into both hands and raised it to your mouth still watching your yellow feathered companion.
Once the cup was raised high enough for the beverage to flow out naturally you retreated with your whole body, taking a big step back letting your arm stay stretched out in front of you holding the cup into the air. You let out a loud whine and stuck your tongue out to give it some air. “Aw man.” Was the only thing you managed to say before your canary turned to you and flew over to the cages walls and chirped your way. The pained expression on your face immediately turned into a smile to which you activate your quirk to ease the pain and heal your tongue. “How’s my good girl?” You cooed and let your still raised arms fall down slowly to stick a finger through one of the rectangular holes in the cage. The small bird did not waste a second to brush her head against the tip of your finger which made you break out into a big smile. You crooked your finger and started to rub against her feathers to give her the well deserved attention she required. While petting Thelma you looked around the cage and decided to clean it later this day.
You retreated from the cage by taking a step back, letting your finger slip back out of the rectangle you stuck it through. You turned and walked over to the sofa which stood against a wall and sat down. Easing yourself into the couch you brought the coffee back to your lips and began to slowly sip the beverage.
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Later this day after you finished getting rid of the mess of your makeshift atelier in the living room, cleaning your actual bedroom so you could sleep like a proper human being and taking a short nap that took more energy it of you than u thought it would give you you decided it was time to clean Thelma's cage.
It was already getting dark outside with the sun leaving a pink tint to the clouds. You turned on your tv and connected your phone to it and let some soft music play in the background. You went to the kitchen to grab the supplies you needed to clean the birdcage: a complete roll of paper towels, a small plastic bowl filled with water and new newspaper to put at the bottom of the cage. You opened Thelma's cage and let her hop on top of your pointer finger. You softly placed her on top of her cage and noticed you left the door to the hallway wide open. “Ok, be a good birdie and sit tight.” You said and turned around to close the door. Your small companion sat on top of her cage and only took a small flight around the room as you finished closing the door. You turned and watched her fly around the spacious room glancing at her, you realized that you wished you weren’t bound to this city as tight as you were. You shook your head to get rid of the tiring thoughts and walked up to the cage again. Knowing Thelma would not cause a ruckus or take a shit on something other than the newspapers in her cage you left her unattended and started to take out the sticks that hung in the cage. Once you took all of the toys and sticks out you took out the water bath that stood proud and tall at the side of the cage. Taking out the newspapers, you started to wipe the side and the bottom with a piece of damp paper towel. Once you finished that you proceeded to clean the sticks and the toys. Replacing the water of the birdbath and putting it back in place. After ten minutes of letting the bottom dry you placed the new newspaper on the ground and started to hang the sticks back into their place one by one.
Sticking your head in and out of the opening in the cage you listened to the happy chirps of your canary and smiled to yourself. Listening to the music and lightly tapping your foot to the rhythmic sound of the quiet bass. There were three sticks left and you just stuck your head back into the cage, you heard your doorbell ring. You leaned your head towards the already fading sound and pulled back out of the cage. Retreating, a strand of your hair got caught in one of the metal wires. You let the stick in your hand fall and started to fumble with your hair, the sharp pain in your scalp made your hands shakier than they had been already. “Fuck, fuck.” You whispered to yourself and started to pull away from the cage, ripping the hair that had tangled itself around the metal of the cage off. You stood up cracking your back in the process and whined in pain while placing your hand on top of your head. You looked around the room to see where your bird was and found her on top of a closet. You nodded to yourself and made your way outside of the living room into the hallway closing the door behind you so Thelma would stay put. Your thoughts were all over the place not knowing who would want anything at that time. Not having heard any commotion outside you started to figure that it was probably only a neighbor with some news.
You were terribly wrong.
Walking up to the main door that led to the hallway of the apartment complex you pressed the buzzer for the door downstairs unwillingly. That was something you always did, whether you wanted or not, a habit you had acquired long ago. Once you pressed the button you heard knocking coming from outside the door. It sounded frantic. You took a sharp breath in and opened the door and saw the same two men standing in front of your door as two days ago. You scanned the situation and saw that one of those two said men was barely standing. You opened the door wide enough for both of them to enter your apartment's hallway. This time there was no blood smearage anywhere near those two just him slipping in and out of consciousness.
“I’ll just put him down here.” The blonde male said and you nodded and gave him a curt look and crouched near the unconscious man.
“What happened?” You asked and started to scan the man's body. No wounds to be seen on the outside of his body. What in all hell happened this time?
“I can’t really explain.” The blonde said and looked at you with concern lacing his face. You turned your head to look at him with a stern expression and bit your upper lip in anger.
“Listen, I can’t help If I don’t know what happened. You have to know something.” You said quietly trying to soothe the anger bubbling up inside you.
“You were there with him, weren’t you Hizashi? So you have to let me know, there’s nothing on his costume or the skin that’s visible, nothing I can see right off the bat. So tell me, what happened!” You said your voice now laced with anger. How could someone be this irresponsible and just bring one here so you could treat him without you knowing what it would do to you.
“Fuck, ok.” The blonde swore his face twisting with anguish. He grabbed his glasses and took them off knitting his brows.
“There was an attack and I didn’t look for a second and someone appeared behind him and injected him with something. I can’t say what it was, but after that he just fainted and slipped in and out of consciousness.” He admitted and placed his fingers on his eyes and rubbed them with an aggression you’ve barely seen on him ever. You were sure this must have hurt his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I know you can’t do anything without knowing the details. And I also know what it does to you, but you’re the only one I could think of.” The blonde crouched down beside the black haired male and looked at you with his brows still knitted.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m sorry for getting angry.” You responded and looked at the unconscious man in front of you. He stirred and slowly opened his eyes a bit and looked around his eyes darting between you and Hizashi and around the hallway before he lost his consciousness again and his eyes fell shut.
You looked at Hizashi and he knew what you wanted right away.
“His neck.” He said quietly and held his friends head to the side so you could examine what he just pointed out. Your hand moved instantly and traced the little trace that was left on his neck. You activated your quirk and tried to feel what the injection did to his body.
“Ok here’s what we’re gonna do.” You stated not averting your eyes from the black haired male in front of you.
“He’s in pain, like a lot. I don’t know if I can take it away from him completely but I can try and transfer his pain onto me.” You said and looked at the man on the opposite side of you.
“But that’s not all, the pain is nauseating but it’s not the reason he’s so out of it. His broken ribs from two days ago are shattered. I can’t see or feel anything more because he’s in so much pain already. There could be more than just that.” You said and looked down at the black haired male again.
“Get me a cushion. When I’m finished, take him to a hospital instantly. I can’t do any more for him right now.”
“But what’s gonna happen to you?” Hizashi asked and looked from the man to you and back.
“I’m probably gonna be fine, it’s gonna fade in a few hours. Also it’s not gonna be all of it, I’ll try to treat his ribs as good as I can and take some of the injection” You stated and he nodded, getting up getting the cushion as you told him to. Once you placed it behind your back you put your right hand onto his chest and your left hand placed itself onto his neck covering the small hole that was poked into it by the needle.
You looked up to Hizashi again, he nodded and closed his eyes as if he’s the one who’s gonna be in pain.
You closed your eyes after examining Hizashis face for a few seconds and activated your quirk.
The pain hit you instantly. Making you stir on the ground trying to stay focused. Your chest heaved as you tried to take in a lump of air. The pain was excruciating, stinging and pulling on your consciousness. You slumped backwards for a second but got back up when Hizashi grabbed your shoulders from behind to support your body. You groaned as you took in more and more of the pain the black haired male was feeling. His ribs steadily getting back to their original form. You retreated your hand from his neck signaling that that was all you could do for him in that department. Your right hand started to hover over his chest instead of touching it directly.
You opened your eyes again, wincing in pain as you tried to look up to the man who supported your body. You gave him a slow nod to take the male laying on the floor stirring around getting conscious again.
Hizashi replaced the cushion on the wall behind you and slowly let you fall back onto it. You held your chest and shut your eyes again focusing on the already healing ribs in your body.
Hizashi retreated from you and helped the black haired male up and supported him with an arm around his shoulder trying to get him to walk on his own even just a bit. You heard his voice fading away when he opened the door and closed it behind him.
“Hey, Aizawa get it together. Shota come on man.”