Recovery Girl arrives not long after. She's old and small, so it's no surprise when Iida runs in, carrying the lady.
"My my, dear, everyone except Mr. Aizawa please exit the room," Recovery Girl instructs.
She says it sternly which leaves no room for discussion, and the other teenagers make their way to leave.
"None of you are allowed to discuss this. I cut the cameras as soon as I was aware of what was happening, so if I hear any of the rest of your classmates talk about this, you're all punished. Now, Iida, tell the class that today's training is over. You're all dismissed," Mr. Aizawa instructs so quickly, Recovery Girl had barely reached Bakugo by the time he finished.
They all rush out, and Recovery Girl is inspecting his head, not mentioning the tears or broken gasps of air he's taking because of the crying.
Bakugo swallows thickly and sniffles as he wipes his sweat on his hero suit.
"Aizawa, please explain to me what happened?" She asks.
The man clears his throat and nods.
"This was a training exercise and Bakugo pulled the hostage ballot. He was tied up and I'm guessing he had flashbacks which sent him into a panic attack. He fell back at one point and hit his head, so that would explain the bruising at the back of his head."
Recovery Girl sighs heavily, shaking her head in disappointment at the man and Aizawa honestly feels the shame.
He shouldn't have allowed Bakugo play the hostage, but the teen was so stubborn, Aizawa wouldn't have won either way.
"Bakugo, I need you to touch your pointer finger with mine," she instructs, pulling her hand towards herself and sticking out her pointer finger.
Bakugo scoffs, but does what she wants anyway.
He reaches out his hand to touch her pointer finger with his, but his vision is blurry and he can't seem to focus, so he misses.
And then he misses again. And again, and he wants to hurt himself for being so fucking dumb.
He can't even do a simple thing.
"Alright, kid, you've got a concussion," Recovery Girl says.
"M'kay."
The two adults share a look, and Recovery Girl sighs.
"Since it's a concussion, I'm afraid that I cannot do anything with my quirk. I wouldn't want to risk it," she says.
"Sleep?"
"No, Bakugo, you can't sleep."
The blond makes a soft of whining noise that concerns Aizawa.
He would never make the noise if he were in his right mind.
"Todoroki?" The blond asks and that catches Aizawa's attention. He loves hearing about his students' personal lives.
"What about him?" The man asks.
"Can I see him?"
Aizawa turns to Recovery Girl and she nods as she bandages his wrists. He pulled on his restraints too hard in his panic and hurt himself.
"Yes you can."
Bakugo got woozy really fast, but a brain injury is serious.
"Let's go to your dorm and call Todoroki over. Okay?" Recovery Girl asks, making sure that Bakugo likes the idea.
"Mhm."
The blond tries to get up immediately, but the two adults slow him down, trying to prevent him from hurting himself further.
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Remember (Todobaku)
FanfictionBakugo scoffs loudly and scowls. "Are we gonna be fucking stuck together for that shit?" The man nods. "Yes." Bakugo's fists clench so hard, even Todoroki is afraid he's going to break them. "I thought we were friends," Todoroki says. "Fuck you,"...