When the Stars Align

Chapter 28

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"Did you grab all his things? Even the prescribed meds the doctors gave him?"

You double checked the packed bag for the little orange pill bottles, walking in pace beside the loud mouthed Pro as he wheeled his friend to the parked car outside. "Yessir."

"Ugh, don't call me that. Makes me feel old. Old and nasty."

After being confined to a hospital for about three days now, Aizawa was finally given the okay to be released, as long as he had someone by his side at all hours of the day to act as his caretaker.

Naturally, Yamada had heeded the call, what with Kayama being stuck trying to pick up the grumpy teachers workload back at U.A. after she'd stayed with you during your stay.

Compared to your guardian, you had only been hospitalized for a day- the stitches you'd been given and Recovery Girls surprise arrival when you'd been knocked out having done all the work for your healing process. Now, all you had was a small, reoccurring cough and a faint scar that served as reminders of the USJ fiasco, with given orders to get as much bed rest as possible before school started again.

That couldn't be said for the stealth Pro you temporarily lived with, however.

Aizawas recovery had been slow going, to say the least.

After arriving at the hospital, the doctors who had headed his care had listed down a litany of injuries the Pro was carrying, the most pressing of them consisting of a quadripod facture, spiral fractures in both his arms, and a cervical fracture that had everyone on edge the first couple of hours into his surgery.

By the time you had awoken, Aizawa still hadn't so much as opened his eyes, and there had been whispers of him being in a possible coma of sorts. The hospital staff were just about to run some CT scans on the Pro when he finally showed signs of improvement, everyone breathing a sigh of relief when his eyelids began to flicker, showing he was gaining back some semblance of self while under.

It was a... weird experience to find yourself in.

Sustaining injuries when working as a Hero was unavoidable. As you grew older, the Commission made sure to ingrain that into your mind, repeatedly reminding you of future horrors you would face when out on the job. They had done it so that, when the time ever came where it seemed you wouldn't be able to make it out of a fight unscathed or alive, you wouldn't succumb to any momentary fears. You had to be strong, had to be able to look death in the eye and keep moving forward.

It was what was expected of you and many others who followed in this line of work, no exceptions, and they made sure to cover these bases when you were still emotionally malleable.

It was difficult at first, but with time, you managed to grow some mental fortitude. You trained like any type of mission you would be sent on could be your last and had even learned basic first aid to make sure you weren't disposable after just one Villain interaction. You couldn't allow yourself the luxury of relying on anyone when alone, even if you were down for the count, so you'd made it your absolute goal to refrain from becoming a liability.

So, seeing someone you respected get beaten so badly to where they'd become unrecognizable in the span of a couple of hours was suddenly hard to come to terms with.

You'd been so... nervous. There Aizawa had laid, bloody and bruised, paying the price of becoming a Pro, and you didn't know if you could handle it. You'd never been in a situation like this- had always been good at following orders, at being useful, at keeping a great distance away from others to avoid too close relationships that could cause irreparable damage if lost. Now...