Heal Our Past, Change Our Future

Chapter XXIX

He couldn't focus on one thing right now.

There were too many things going on all at once.

Everything was too much.

The blood that stained his clothes, that stained his hands, the very blood that tainted Izuku's clothes. It was all too much.

The sight, the very feeling, not only of the blood but of how cold Izuku was.

He wasn't breathing.

His eyes were closed and his skin was ashen in color, and a part of Hawks was thankful that his eyes were closed.

He couldn't handle seeing his brother's eyes, which were forever frozen in the pain he had surely felt.

He soared into Fujiya hospital like a bat out of hell, roaring a command that not even he could understand, a part of himself knew he was pleading for help, but the other part of him knew that he was ordering those around him to stop, to help him.

Because he couldn't help Izuku now, and he felt so weak for it.

He needed to save his little brother.

He needed to keep him alive...

No.

Izuku wasn't alive.

He was dead.

Hawks knew that.

But he refused to admit it.

Immediately, two nurses ran forward, only to scream when they realized it was Izuku.

And Hawks understood their horror, he really did. He knew that the sight of the man that they surely knew well enough to call him a friend in such a state was horrific. But he needed them to stop screaming, he needed them to help him.

One of the nurses screamed something that Hawks didn't understand, and two other people came flying down the hall with a gurney, wheeling it over to the Pro Hero as they took Izuku from his arms without hesitation, despite the fact the Hero snarled at them for the lack of gentleness in the action.

The two other nurses that had grabbed Izuku immediately sped off, Hawks following close behind despite the quiet protests from the other two nurses that eventually broke away from them as a doctor from what Hawks could tell joined their frantic party, guiding the group into an empty operating room.

They immediately began shouting things Hawks wasn't familiar with, hooking Izuku up to their machines, only for the two nurses to shout at the sight of the heart rate monitor picking up nothing from Izuku's heartbeat.

Though Hawks wasn't surprised.

He had felt it the entire way over.

Izuku was dead.

His heart was stopped and he wasn't breathing.

Hawks had flown his little brother to the hospital in the frantic hopes that they could bring him back, that they could revive him.

He had left the two younger Pro Heroes alone in that cave because he needed to get his brother to safety.

If only he had been a little faster.

Immediately the doctor shouted something to the nurses and they scrambled to follow his orders as he began to do compressions on Izuku's chest, trying to keep the blood flow to his brain.

Hawks watched as the nurses set up the IV, stabbing it into Izuku's arm along with another bag full of vasopressin, the doctor never stopped his compressions, but Hawks could only focus on how loud everything was.