Persistent Dreams - Hawks x Reader (PAUSED)

Heal the Birdy

T/W: BLOOD, BODY GORE, OPEN WOUND, SURGERY DESCRIPTION.

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!!

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I really fucked up this time. Hawks grunts, keeping pressure on his left side with his right hand as he flies back to the agency, more than wary of any prying eyes on his way. Hawks has always been careful as to not get himself hurt on the job, if he ever did he'd make headlines within the hour. That is why when he flew past the man with an arm for a gun just as he pulled the trigger he knew he messed up. Hawks is fast, too fast. Maybe that's what got him into this mess.

Sneaking into the agency through his office window he flies to the elevator and presses the down button. The elevator door opens, he flies in, pressing the on the button panel. Hawks rests against the wall of the elevator as he waits, banging his head once against the glossy finished wood.

Not fast enough, not good enough, Hawks. He knows the president of the commission is going to have his head for this little slip up. For years he has trained his body, not once has he screwed up like this. He always gets the job done, so why now? After all his time spent perfecting his technique. Why?

Hawks' left fist makes harsh contact with the elevator wall. As if on cue the hoist box juts to a stop and the doors slide open.

Double Dose is the first to notice the winged hero as he enters the medical floor via his wings. Her eyes widen at the sight of his entire right hand covered in blood underneath the opening of his jacket, "Bandage!"

Yukiko is at Hawks' side in an instant, leading him to the nearest medical bed. Bandage jogs over to Hawks' bedside, closing the curtain around them. Both work together to undress him and cut away his bodysuit, leaving the pro hero in only his underwear.

"H-Hey, at least take me out to dinner first." Hawks laughs at his own joke before grunting softly in pain.

"Now's not the time for jokes my man." Bandage unwraps the cloths, products of his quirk, from around his arm. "DD where is Soarin? Shouldn't she be here?" Bandage begins stuffing the cloths into Hawk's side abdominal wound causing the smaller male to wince just above a whisper.

Yukiko hooks the hero up to I.V fluids, turning on heart monitors as she speaks, "She said she had to use the restroom." Yukiko removes cloths from Bandage's arm and begins dressing Hawks' smaller wounds with them, the sticky fabric fusing against his skin and sealing itself tight.

"Didn't she just go ten minutes ago? You know what, never mind, page her. My bandages won't be enough to fix our man up."

Right now there are multiple body suit shreds inside Hawks' flesh, if Bandage were to dress Hawks' gunshot graze with his quirk he could run the risk of leaving the hero with an interior infection not to mention the nasty scar it would leave behind. Not that Hawks' would entirely mind, but if this situation can be swept under the rug it would best serve Hawks in the long run.

Yukiko grabs her phone and sends a quick message to your pager before continuing to dress the multiple lacerations on Hawks' ankles.

Hawks lifts his head to speak "I feel fine. Just gimme a little gauze and I'll be good as new." His head flops back onto the cot, resulting in both of your coworkers to exchange concerned looks as they wait for your return.

As the doors open you notice a pool of blood inside the elevator. Your heart rate increases as you try to wait patiently for the hoist box to bring you down just one floor. When you arrive at the infirmary floor your eyes follow another trail of blood to closed curtains. Time seems to slow down as you set your sights onto multiple articles of bloody clothing peeking from underneath said curtains making your heart sink into your stomach. You'd know that jacket from anywhere.