Just a Patrol. (Bkdk, Dadzawa)

Chapter two - Hospital.

-Aizawa's POV-
I glance back at the kid in the back. I observe him stirring softly. The car comes to a stop as we pull into the hospital parking lot. I get out of the car and pull open the door. I shake him slightly. He sits up groggily before wincing and grabbing his side. He looks around, confused.

"You passed out, kiddo. We're at the hospital. C'mon." He slowly exits the car. He looks down, clearly upset. I exchange concerned glances with Hizashi as we walk inside. We stand in line to get checked into the emergency room.

"Alright, full legal name?" She smiles at us.

"Izuku Midoriya." The silent clicking of the keyboard fills the atmosphere.

"Okay.. And, what are you guys here for today?" The kiddo tenses up a bit.

"Uhm, there's a ton of injuries in need of treatment and a kit." She types it out on the computer before looking back at us.

"What kind of kit?" How many are there? Read the damn room. I know it's part of her job but it's upsetting the kid.

"Sexual assault." She nods and adds the information to the document. I notice the slight shaking of him.

"Okay, the wait is about 15 minutes, is that alright?" I nod and head over to the waiting room. We sit down. I look to the left of me to see Midoriya crying slightly. He's tense. I place my hand on his shoulder. He jumps before relaxing.

"It's alright. Take a deep breath." I feel his shoulders rise and fall, signaling his breathing pattern. Hizashi comes back to us with the paperwork. He fills out as much as he can before asking Midoriya the remaining questions.

"Alright, weight? 150 pounds?" He shakes his head.

"It's 102 pounds, sir." I look at the kid, concerned. He's about the size of an adult, meaning he should weigh almost as much as an adult male. He shouldn't be weighing that little.

"Okay, emergency contact," Hizashi asks. He shrugs.

"I don't have one."

"Put me down." He nods and puts my name and phone number down.

"What do I put down for a legal guardian?" Midoriya shrugs.

"Is your father safe," I question. He shakes his head.

"Alright, put down unsafe." He nods and turns the paperwork in. I finally realized what I've been smelling. Alcohol. I've been smelling something familiar, but I couldn't figure out what it is.

"S-sir?" I glance at him.

"Hm?"

"Where do I go now?" An idea popped into my head but I quickly dismissed it. There's no way he'd wanna come with us.

"We'll figure it out. I promise." He nods, still clearly nervous.

"Any medical history? Allergies?"

"Non-lethal overdose, sir." He writes it in, clearly concerned. He stands up to turn in the information.

"How long has this been going on," I ask. His hands form fists, his head tilts down more, and his body shakes more aggressively.

"Don't wanna talk about it?" He shakes his head. Hizashi comes back and takes his seat again.

"No, sir." I sigh.

"You don't have to call us sir."

"Then what do I- I call you?"

"Shota or Aizawa for me."

"You can call me Hizashi or Yamada. I don't mind either one." Midoriya nods. He jumps when we hear his name being called. We all stand up and walk with him to the room. His expression shows his nervousness. He just stands awkwardly in the center of the room.