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༉˚*ೃ ¹⁵. 𝐀𝐋𝐋'𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋!
𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐀𝐌𝐄'𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 really fucking hurt. It was like that time she'd run into that signpost at full speed on the street, knocked herself out cold by humiliatingly smacking face-first into the pole she'd failed to see. Except that had been in early middle school, and then she'd just woken up with ice and a concussion. Now, it felt like someone was rather kindly drilling a hole through the top of her skull, and her left eye socket in particular.
Something was nudging her shoulder insistently. It felt like a hand, but Tsubame had no idea where she was or what was going on other than she was in pain.
Who the hell was waking her up?
Disoriented, Tsubame's eyes cracked open. Blinked a few times through the bleariness. She was staring straight up at a white ceiling, back against a soft mattress. "What the fuck?" Immediately, at her words, the wrinkled disapproving face of Recovery Girl appeared over her vision. "Oh shit," said Tsubame at her swearing slip-up, before her eyes went blown wide. The elderly woman blinked, still not looking pleased. "I mean—! Oh no. Oh... crap. No—! Oh dammit..." She stared up at the elderly nurse, who tutted at her language, pursing her lips.
Recovery Girl was an old woman with a kind face who Tsubame had heard was pretty much the guardian angel of the school. Someone with a healing Quirk must have been heavily sought after by training heroes. Now, she seemed to be scribbling something down on a clipboard as Tsubame blinked up at the ceiling.
"Uh... I'm in the infirmary?" Tsubame hadn't been in a hospital for years and years, but she'd recognise the strong artificial scents of cleanliness and anaesthetic anywhere. It always made her feel on-edge and out of place, though that was once again her animal nature talking. Despite herself, she wrinkled her nose, and found it flaring sharp pain through her face. Ah... Still broken.
Recovery Girl leaned back, forcing Tsubame to tilt her head a little. She gave Tsubame a look like she didn't know what to do with her. There was a smile, at least. Then, her lips went a little thin. "You were brought to me by your friends and Midnight." Tsubame blinked and shifted her fingers, finding that they, too, hurt. Overexertion aches sucked. My friends... Is the rest of class alright? She suddenly found herself aware that she'd only seen a third of her class during the entire attack. Where had Kaminari been? Aoyama Yuga? Tokoyami Fumikage? There were twenty, and most of their whereabouts in the USJ were unaccounted for in Tsubame's mind. Still, the way Recovery Girl looked at her made Tsubame hold her tongue. "In addition to multiple light contusions and a cut on your thigh, you came to me with a broken nose, three broken ribs, a fourth light fracture, and a punctured lung. It was fortunate you were brought to me when you were."
