Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)

70 - Casted Arm And Broken Back

"How long will he be in surgery?" Shoji asked.

Eijiro looked up to see if his father was going to answer, but the look on his father's face had him answering. "We don't know."

"He'll be fine," their mother said, nodding at her own words even as she released a shuddering breath while she sat there, holding their father's hand tightly.

"We broke his back," Rikido said hollowly, looking as close to crying as he'd ever seen any of his brothers come to and the fact that Ojiro's expression matched his fraternal twin's terrified him.

None of the men in his family had cried when Katsuki had been shipped back to them, bandaged and in a coma with a poor prognosis.

They hadn't cried as they'd waited surgery after surgery to find out if their brother would survive.

They hadn't cried when their brother had gone through hell and back to learn how to walk again.

But today, they were all struggling not to lose it.

For the past couple of years, they'd all treated Katsuki with kid gloves- careful not to hug him too tightly, put too much into their punches or headlocks, always pulling back, too terrified of what could happen if they didn't and today...

Today, they'd seen him finally react to their father and gave him the beating that even they had to admit that their father had coming...

And they'd reacted.

They'd all grabbed onto him without thought.

They'd grabbed him by his arms, his legs and he'd grabbed Katsuki around the waist and they'd yanked him back, stumbled and tripped, bringing Katsuki down to the ground in an awkward pile.

Eijiro had heard the snap and he'd swear until his dying day that he'd even been able to feel it as it happened.

"Has anyone heard from Denki?" Hanta asked, tightening his arm around Mina, who'd been quietly crying since the doctor came out and confirmed that Katsuki had broken his back.

"No, he-"

"Put me down, you overgrown bastard!"

As one, they all looked towards the double doors for the surgery wing in time to see Denki carrying Izuku in.

At first, he'd thought that Izuku was pissed about being brought here against his will, but then, Eijiro noted the orderly pushing a stretcher behind the freckled greenette, followed by two nurses and a doctor, who all looked resigned as they followed Denki and the small man who wouldn't stop squirming wildly in his arms.

"Put me down!" Izuku screamed.

"What's going on, son?" Masaru asked, standing up slowly as Eijiro noted the large ice pack Izuku had pressed against his own hand.

"I-I broke his hand," Denki admitted, shifting nervously.

"What?" Eijiro asked, shooting his father a worried look as they both moved their asses and rushed over to Izuku's side.

"Put me down!" Izuku demanded, struggling to get out of Denki's arms.

As soon as they reached the boy's side, Masaru was reaching for Katsuki's Tinkerbelle.

In seconds, he had Izuku in his arms and was carrying him over to the gurney.

"Why wasn't this break set?" Masaru demanded, looking up just long enough to send the doctor- who is shifting nervously by the gurney- a glare before he returned his attention to Izuku's damaged hand.

"He wouldn't let us," the doctor snapped defensively even as he took a healthy step back.

"He's going to need surgery," Eijiro mumbled absently as he gently picked up Izuku's hand and examined it himself.

"I didn't mean to do it," Denki said, sounding miserable.

"How the hell did you break his hand?" he asked Denki, drawing Izuku's murderous glare.

"Like this," Izuku snapped, pulling his injured hand back and showing them exactly how he'd managed to bust his hand, causing them to flinch and wince and almost vomit.

*****

"Izuku," Katsuki managed to get out before his throat burned in protest.

"Don't try to talk," Eijiro said as a straw was pressed against his lips. "Take a small sip."

Blinking his eyes open and trying to force them to stay open, he took a small sip as he waited for his vision to clear and when it did, he couldn't help but ask, "What the hell happened to your face?"

"Umm," Eijiro said, licking his lips nervously as he shot a quick glance over his shoulder. "Nothing much," he muttered, which earned a snort of amusement from somewhere to his right.

Groggily, Katsuki looked to his right to find his sister and brothers standing by his bedside, looking exhausted, relieved and somewhat amused.

Frowning, he looked back at his brother, took in his black eye and then shifted his gaze to find Denki standing in front of his bed, looking just as exhausted and not quite meeting his gaze, behind another black eye that actually looked a hell of a lot worse than Eijiro's.

Deciding that it wasn't life threatening, Katsuki shifted his attention back to Eijiro. "Where's Deku?"

Eijiro shifted nervously as he shared a look with Denki, a look that he didn't like.

"He's umm," Eijiro said, pausing as he pursed up his lips thoughtfully. "He's... umm," he cleared his throat nervously, "taking a nap."

"A nap?" Katsuki asked flatly as he looked back at his brothers and sister to find them all looking anywhere else but at him.

"Where is he taking this nap exactly?" he asked, looking back at Eijiro, who couldn't quite bite back his wince.

"He's right here," his father said, drawing his attention to the closed curtain behind Eijiro.

"Open the curtain," Katsuki demanded, trying to sit up, but he was too exhausted and weak to do much more than glare at his brother as he registered the feel of metal and bandages wrapped around his torso.

Eijiro held up his hands. "Before I do that, please let me explain that it's not as bad as it looks and that Izuku's going to be fine."

He let his brother's word register before he opened his mouth and shouted, "Move the fucking curtain!"

The pathetic whimper that followed had him reaching for his brother, ready to throw him through the curtain.

Eijiro smartly realized this and moved his ass. He grabbed the curtain and yanked it back and-

Who the fuck were all these people?

Katsuki couldn't help but wonder, as he took in all the men standing around the other side of the room.

The only people he recognized were his own parents and Shindo.

Frowning, he looked away from the men glaring accusingly at him and looked at the-

"What the hell happened?" he demanded when he spotted Izuku, out cold with one arm in a cast and the other one attached to the bed with a soft restraint.

A quick glance down at the foot of the boy's bed told him that his legs were being restrained as well.

The middle aged man with hair the same as Izuku's- only with some grey ones- answered him.

"It seems my son took exception to what happened to you."

"He beat the shit out of your brothers," Shindo clarified with a huge shit-eating grin.

"Why is he restrained?" he asked, wishing that he could touch his Tinkerbelle, but he could hardly keep his eyes open, never mind move.

"Drugs," all the men in the room said as one, making him smile because he could only imagine what hell his little Deku had put them all through.

"Is he going to be okay?" he asked as his eyes slowly slid shut.

"He's going to be fine," Katsuki heard someone say just as he heard his brother ask, "Can you move your legs?"