"Is Kacchan okay?"
It was the first question Izuku had asked when he'd had enough consciousness to do so. The first several days had been a blur of the ceiling of a hospital he didn't recognize, fluorescent lights that hurt his eyes, and the deep, dull ache of physical pain, pulsing beneath the hazy veneer of whatever was pumping through his IV.
Now, Izuku was finally partially sitting up in bed. Both of his broken legs were propped up on pillows, and he was glad they weren't lofted up in the air by the weird pulley system like in the beginning. His fractured collar bone had been set, his arm in a sling. His eyebrow was stitched shut, as well as the reopened wound at his hairline.
Recovery Girl had later told him the eyebrow would scar, a vicious slash down through the corner, near his temple. Izuku didn't see why that was necessary to say. He'd been covered in scars for years. One on his face made no difference to him.
There was only one thing that mattered right now.
"Is he?" Izuku said, looking between Ochako, Iida, and Todoroki with panic rising in his voice. "What's the matter?"
"He's fine," Todoroki said, his voice even, calming. He sat in a chair on one side of the bed, hands folded on his lap. He considered Izuku carefully, as if choosing his words. "Mostly. His hands – I'm guessing you saw what happened, since you were the one to lead Crusher away."
"Crusher?"
"The villain. We apprehended him shortly after saving you. He was harder to find. He was buried at the base of the mountain. You were near... the top of the pile."
Izuku's lips tightened and paled as he recalled. He'd never had to use 100% force through his feet. He'd reached the top and rocketed himself to the heavens, the energy from his jump jolting through the mountain and cracking it to the core, just as he'd planned.
But he hadn't seen the outcome. Being at that altitude, and driving himself even further into the thin air, Izuku had lost consciousness half way up. He hadn't even felt the fall. He didn't think it was necessary to tell anyone about all that, though. What was done was done. He held no regrets.
"How are his hands?" Izuku said, shaking himself from his somewhat drug-induced, wandering thoughts.
"Recovery Girl had said there was barely enough solid, uncrushed pieces of bone to reform his hands, even with her advanced abilities," Todoroki said, hushed, as if this was something they didn't dare speak of. Kacchan being weak. "I guess she placed in some pins. She doesn't know how it'll affect his ability to use his Quirk in the future, but at least he has hands."
"He's a fast healer," Izuku said with a weak curve of lips. "He'll be okay."
"He's actually –" Todoroki looked at Iida and Ochako across the bed, searching for something Izuku didn't understand.
"He's around here," Ochako said with a soft smile, her hand resting over Izuku's upon the sheets. "Getting the casts off of his hands. Recovery Girl has some compression gloves for him to wear for a couple of weeks that will aid in the healing process."
"He's here?" Izuku's heart suddenly sped up, the monitor beside his bed fluttering and beeping to life. Swallowing hard, his cheeks heating as he looked between his friends, he forced himself to relax. "Did he – did he visit me?"
"No." Todoroki glanced at Izuku, then back to Iida and Ochako. "Bakugou, he –"
"He was extremely passionate about your rescue," Iida said, his expression grave. "I admit I've never seen such an admirable side to him before. He was kept on sedation for the first day and night. Not simply for the pain, but –"
