Despite everything

Going in

Shota's P.O.V.:
The kid is still unconscious. None of the doctors know what wrong with him and without being able to ask the kid when this started or any other symptoms he is having there is not much else we can do but wait. As i sat waiting in the for word from the doctors I grabbed a magazine to pass the time, its not like I have any work right now because of the USJ attack. I couldn't help but feel that this was all wrong, they can't find a cause for his sickness or what it even is. My student is dying and we don't know why. Is all that ran through my head for the next few hours. My thoughts were interrupted by a nurse running in, panting, telling me Izuku is up.

Problem child- i mean Izuku's P.O.V.:
Everything hurts I shot up in the hospital bed. How did I get here again? Oh yeah, the USJ thing and coughing up that blood. What is happening to me? Why is it happening to me? I can't help but feel an uneasiness settle at the bottom of my stomach. I feel like I'm gonna puke but I have had nothing to eat since before the USJ. Although it doesn't stop me from hopping out of the hospital bed with my weak, wobbly legs and puked in the toilet of the bathroom attached to the room. This ruckus caused by my extremely uncoordinated stupidity alerted the nurse.

There I was. How pathetic. Me, on cold white tiles, draped over the edge of a toilet, vomiting profusely, being comforted by my teacher. I am supposed to be the next symbol of peace, but how can I when I feel like I'm dying and most likely are. Just as I thought being born quirkless was bad, then comes an early grave, oh how wrong I was. I would not wish this on to anyone not even my worst enemy. My brain feels like it will burst out of my skull and I feel if I move my limbs will shatter off. There is a deep burning in my throat and obviously the profuse vomiting.

After my body could not expel any more bile sensei and a nurse tried to guide me to my bed. When that didn't work due to my weak state, Mister Aziawa scooped me up bridal style and placed me gently on the bed. The nurses said something to me about rest or something but I was too preoccupied by my pounding head ache to care and just like that I was out.

Shota's P.O.V.:
He was very clearly in pain and a lot of it. I don't understand how it got this bad this quick. The nurse gave him a sedative to help him rest while they run a few more tests now that they understand a little more. Although he didn't talk directly to us we could make out that his head hurt and really, his whole body did, and this is the kid who breaks his bones basically on the daily and will be completely unfazed by it. If this hurts him enough for him to show it, it's bad. I sat in his room thinking when I was interrupted by my phone buzzing. God, could I not get a moment to think. It's Tsukauchi, I wonder what he wants.
"Hello?"
"It's Midoryia's mom, she is dead."
"What?"
"She was found murdered in her apartment, there were no quirk genes left in her body when she was found."
"So what does that mean?"
"Whoever killed her, took her quirk"
"Ok and?"
"Oh, you don't know do you?"
"Know what?"
He then proceeded to unload a crap load of info about how all mights quirk, one for all, which izuku now has, and all for one, along with the origin of the quirks.
"Well shit."
"Well shit is right, Shota. I thought you would like to know all this because I know you. I'll let you go now."
He swiftly hung up the phone. Leaving me to sit there too stunned to speak. What now?

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