Seven Bridges Road: An Erasermic Fanfic

Part 3 Resurrection

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"Are you feeling any warmer, Mr. Aizawa?" A doctor asked as he took the thermometer Aizawa handed him and looked at it. "The shaking seems to have subsided somewhat."

Shouta was sitting on a bed in a room adjacent to the emergency room. It was in a high security area used to treat biohazards and dangerous quirks. He had been here several times as a Pro Hero having been called in to erase a quirk to allow for treatment. He had never been here as a patient and thought it odd that he would be locked in this area, especially considering the hospital appeared to be deserted.

He didn't know what was going on, but clearly something had happened that made people spooked of him. Even Zashi was having trouble looking at him and Detective Tsukauchi, whom he had a good professional relationship with in the past, seemed almost hostile towards him.

"Yah, I feel better." He said. "I'm still cold but it's normal cold, not what I experienced when I woke up."

"Your temperature was at 35 degrees Celsius when I took it twenty minutes ago before applying the heated blankets. That's right at the hypothermia mark where a body ceases to function. It's no wonder you were in such a state of confusion. You seemed barely coherent. It's 36.5 now, that is almost back to what is considered normal." The doctor said.

"What about the rest of him?" Tsukauchi asked. He was standing a few feet away, his arms crossed, his jaw set, looking stressed and angry. "We need to make sure he isn't a threat."

"Wow, fuck you, Tsukauchi." He scowled. "Maybe somebody can explain to me what the hell is going on before you start making accusations."

"He's not a threat..." Mic started to say, quietly, uncharacteristically quiet. He was standing behind Aizawa on the other side of the bed, leaning against the wall. Aizawa glanced over his shoulder at him, worried.

"For all do respect, Present Mic, I don't exactly trust your judgement here!" Tsukauchi snapped at him. He pointed at Aizawa. "He doesn't leave this room until we know what he is!"

"The hell is that supposed to mean?" Aizawa asked as the doors swooshed open and Kayama and another officer walked in. The officer handed Tsukauchi a large manilla envelope and then walked back out.

Kayama came over to where Aizawa sat bundled up. "I raided the gift shop and got you some clothes. It's not perfect since the gift shop was limited, but at least you can get dressed. The sweater is one of Yamada's that he left in my car." Kayama seemed to be the only one treating him like normal. He was grateful for that.

"The easiest thing would be a full blood panel." The doctor was saying to the detective. "I'll recall some colleagues back to the hospital and we can do full body scans as well, MRI's, Ex-Rays, it will take a few hours to get them here and get the machines going, but the blood panel we can do right away."

"Good, that's a start." Tsukauchi said, relaxing slightly. "I also have a psychoanalyst coming in from Tartarus.

"Psychoanalyst? Tsukauchi, you've known me for nearly a decade?" Shouta was getting angry. "What if I don't consent to this bullshit?"

"You don't have a choice!" The detective growled. "And I knew and respected Eraserhead, I'm not even sure of what you are!"

"Ok!" Kayama stepped between them, holding out her hands. "Let's let Aizawa get dressed. I would like to speak with the two of you outside." She said, referring to the doctor and detective.

As soon as they left Aizawa through the heated blankets off of him, took off Mic's jacket and quickly dressed in the sweatpants and sweater Kayama had brought him. Once dressed, he rushed around the bed to Hizashi, cupping his face in his hands. His eyes and cheeks looked sunken, his hair was a mess, his meticulously maintained mustache grown out with thick stubble on his chin. His color did not look good, either. He looked like he was barely standing.