Bandages (My Hero Academia Fanfiction)

Chapter 23

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter will contain scenes that some readers may find disturbing and/or may not be suitable for younger audiences, including graphic depictions of gore.

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After a chaotic week, my arm was finally completely healed and after an exhausting weekend, Monday had arrived.

Due to my injuries I couldn't go on my patrols, but when the weekend came along and I found myself out of that annoying cast I took the opportunity and spent both nights out, watching over the city. On Monday I was more than exhausted, but I managed like I always do.

The day went on like usual until lunch when Recovery Girl asked to see me. I went to her office a bit concerned as to why she'd want to see me out of all people. After only two knocks at her office door she let me in.

"Hi (L/n). Nice to see you're doing better." She said in a sweet grandma-like voice.

"Thanks... You asked to see me?" I questioned getting straight to the point as I watched her get off her stool and walk towards a cabinet.

"Yes. After school I must go to Iwata General Hospital to help heal a pro that fought a villain this morning. He's badly wounded and so they specifically requested my help." She said as she opened the said cabinet.

I only rose an eyebrow in confusion as I didn't understand what any of that had to do with me. She couldn't have seen the gesture as her back was turned towards me, but she still continued.

"You see, the problem is that today after school I had already promised Aizawa I'd change his bandages..." She said as she took some bandages and rubbing alcohol out of the cabinet. "Seeing how you're good with this and that you have two summers of experience treating small injuries I wanted to ask if you could change Aizawa's bandages in my stead?" She finished before she turned to look at me.

It was an odd request, but her trust in my barely formed skills was giving off a rather nice feeling that I couldn't quite identify.

"Of course. I'd love to help." I answered with a smile on my lips.

"Glad to hear that. Now. Here's everything you'll need." She said as she pointed at the bandages, gauzes and rubbing alcohol that she had pulled out of that cabinet. "You'll have to change the bandages on his forehead and those on his right arm. You think you got this?" She questioned, staring into my eyes and the confidence in hers told me that she truly trusted me with this task.

"Yep. Don't worry about it. It won't be a problem." I assured her.

"Good. Thanks kid. Now go eat something." She said almost scolding me for not eating enough.

"Sure thing, Recovery Girl. See you around." I said before I turned on my heels and left the room.

As I made my way towards the cafeteria for a quick lunch, I pulled out my phone to text Su that I'll probably be late for work.

You: "Hi. Sorry, but I might be late for work."

Su: "Are you ok?"

I sighed defeated as I remembered how panicked he was when he heard that there was a villain attack where I was supposed to train. He was even more worried when he saw me injured, with my arm in a cast, with bandages on my face and slightly limping.

After the old man's death, he became the only family I had left and it was the same for him too. We look after each other and when he saw how bad of a shape I was in after the USJ attack he was about to march into U.A. to complain to the principal.