Maybe We'll fix Each Other

Chapter 27

Everything came back to him slowly. First, it was the cold feeling of the floor against his side. Then it was the sensation of his mind waking up. And then the sound of his name being called. And a small grip on his shoulder shaking him.

"Hawks! Wake up!"

Keigo groaned and scrunched up his face. Was he not awake already? Why were they asking that?

The small grip was replaced with a larger one as he felt his body turn, falling onto his back at the movement. Keigo's eyelids fluttered as he let out a grunt of protest.

Because now he felt the rest of his body ease back into his perception.

He felt incredibly sore all over, with the side of his head throbbing painfully. The sting of many cuts littering his skin from his arms, torso, and most notably his legs bit into him.

Keigo heard a curse before he felt his right leg be lifted upwards.

When he felt pressure against his thigh, Keigo startled, eyes finally whipping open as his arms reflexively jolted down to try and push that pressure away.

He saw Dabi kneeling on the ground in front of him, his brow beaded with sweat and torso wrapped in a bandage that had some red peeking through the middle. He had lifted Keigo's leg up so that his left foot rested on Dabi's shoulder, giving him access to his freely bleeding thigh so he could wrap the second roll of bandages around it.

And then Keigo remembered. His meeting with the Commission, coming home to find Eri crying, his argument with Aizawa, and the alleyway.

The alleyway. He felt like a goddamn idiot. How had he let his guard down enough to be fooled by the League?

As soon as he'd understood what was going on, he had tried to lash out with his feathers, only to find them suddenly and inexplicably torn from his back. And then he'd hardly had the chance to process, as he was forced on the defensive when Toga had attacked and then he'd quickly been outnumbered.

Though he could recall at least that much, the end of the fight and where he was now eluded him, and his headache got worse when he tried to focus on it.

Keigo was pulled from the thought when Dabi pulled harshly to tighten the bandage around his thigh.

Keigo couldn't help the yelp of pain and tried to jerk his leg back reflexively. But Dabi scowled and paused, a hand clamping down on Keigo's knee to hold him in place.

"Stop fucking moving," Dabi growled. "Your leg is fucking bleeding all over the floor."

"His head is bleeding too," came a quiet interjection.

Keigo turned his head to the side to see Eri standing beside Dabi, wide eyes staring down at him in concern.

"His head isn't bleeding anymore," Dabi replied as he set back to wrapping Keigo's thigh. "It dried. His leg looks like the main thing still bleeding."

It was hard, but Keigo forced himself to take a deep breath and dropped his hands from grabbing at his leg to let Dabi do his job. Dabi sent him...a sympathetic look?

Maybe Keigo was hit harder than he thought.

"Wha–" Keigo started before bursting into a small coughing fit. Once it calmed, he tried again. "What's going on? Where are we?"

Dabi tied off the end of the bandage and adjusted his position before gingerly lowering Keigo's leg to the floor. Keigo winced as the movement pulled on his muscles, but managed to keep any reactions to himself.

"The fucking League jumped us," Dabi said darkly. "Toga clearly got to you before she got to us because that's how she got into the apartment. Spinner..."