Just be patient

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"I visited him last week...I think he's getting a little better..." He said calmly, glancing at Inko before turning back to look at the road.

"What was he like?" Tsukauchi sighed.

"He's not the son you used to have...Inko, ever since the incident happened, he hasn't said a single word to anyone about it. Bringing up the topic at all will send him into a full-blown panic attack. If he's off his meds when he has an attack, his quirk will go haywire. The littlest things can set him off. It will be hard to deal with, but you must have patience. He was diagnosed with PTSD, OCD, and mild depression."

"I know, I understand."

"Inko."

"yes?"

"You know what your song is, don't you?"

She looked at him with her eyebrows furrowed.

"What he is?" she asked, sounding offended. The detective sighed, pulling into the driveway of the hospital.

"He's a banshee Inko."

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"Come on, Izuku finish packing your rubbish so you can leave. Clean your face too. You need to look at least a little presentable."

Izuku nodded and quickly did as he was told. He didn't know what the nurse meant when she said he was going away.

'Away to a different hospital?'

Once he tied up the rubbish bag he was given, Izuku began walking to the communal bathrooms on his floor.

Each floor of the hospital had communal bathrooms for the patients, a kitchen that is heavily out of bounds for patients, a dining area, and a sitting area with a large window 5 inches thick.

When Izuku entered the bathroom, he could hear one of the younger children, Eri, laughing on the girl's side, getting bathed by one of the nurses. He sighed, walked over to the basin, and splashed his face, not looking in the mirror. Izuku made sure to run water on each of his fingers for exactly 5 seconds before turning off the water and drying each one individually for another 5 seconds, each with paper towels.

"Izuku!" Eri beamed, running over to him in a pink hospital gown with her head bandaged covering her horn. Izuku bent down to her level and gave her a quick hug.

"I'm leaving." He whispered.

"What do you mean?" She said, grabbing onto his hand tightly.

"I'm being sent away, Eri." he elaborated quietly.

"What? No! You can't be sent away!" The nurse kneeled over, slowly unwrapping her hand from Izuku's, and picked her up.

"You have to say bye-bye to Izuku for now, Eri. He'll come back and visit you." She said calmly, trying to calm Eri down and stop her from struggling out of her arms.

"NO! I NEED HIM TO STAY WITH ME!" She screamed.

Eri was diagnosed with Dependent Personality Disorder (DPD), Bipolar disorder and Posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD). For the entirety of her life, she had been neglected by her family before being placed in the foster system. Her mental illnesses have been getting worse, hence why she's there.

To be fixed.

"LET ME GO! HE HAS TO STAY HERE!" She continued to scream. Izuku bit his lip nervously, not knowing what to do with himself. He had only heard Eri's fits, not witness one. He was a bit startled by the sudden change in her behaviour.

He spared a glance at the nurse, who had begun restraining her...she was starting to punch herself in the head.

"Izuku, leave. Now." She nurse spat as if the whole ordeal was his fault. But it was only a coincidence that they happened to be in the same place at the same time. Izuku sped walked back to his room to grab his rubbish bag containing the small number of his belongings and continued to the sitting area where the previous nurse was waiting.