HEALING [ B N H A ]

The Determination Of A Killer

Sorry this is short, I had to work with what I could. I'm planning to upload another chapter either today or tomorrow. Thank you to all those who gave great encouragement and stuck around is long despite the few updates.

—CaraScarlett

["Now it's time to say goodbye/To the things we love/And the innocence of youth..."]

Stain's body scraped across the floor as his seemingly 'lifeless' body was dragged by an emotionless ice prince.

Todoroki clicked his teeth with sarcastic exaggeration, "of course we'd find rope in a trash-filled alleyway."

"Todoroki, please allow me to drag him," offered Iida.

"Your arms are all messed up, though," replied Midoriya.

Native followed closely behind, struggling to carry both Midoriya and I.
"Sorry," he apologised, "I'm supposed to be a pro but..." a dramatic sigh escaped his lips "...all I did was get in the way."

"Don't sweat it," Midoriya comforted, "it would've happened to anyone in a 'one - on - one' against the hero killer and his quirk. He's just so... strong."

"At least allow me to assist with Sakura-chan," Iida then pleaded.

"It's alright," Native replied, "I've got them covered. Just rest your arms!" He cheered.

"One-on-one," pondered Todoroki, "even in a three-on-one fight, we just barely won because he screwed up." He turned to Iida in saying, "he probably got so mad that he forgot about the effect wearing off Midoriya. With Iida's final Recipro... he couldn't react in time to Midoriya's movements."

In extreme annoyance and exhaustion at their constant blabber, "there's no point in over-analysing the situation, guys."

"Sakura-chan! You're awake!" Midoriya smiled.

"Have been; for a while. To be honest, I was more just... dizzy?" Later, I would find that (at the time) I was suffering from a precarious concussion. That included: headaches, problems with concentration, memory, balance and coordination. Turns out, I suffered a harsh blow to the head. Funny, I don't remember that. Furthermore, I had a 'few' deep wounds to my rib and legs.

"Probably because you lost too much blood. There's a knife in the side of your ribs, are you okay?"

"Not really, no. I've just been stabbed."

Recomposing my supposed 'calm nature' ,(despite me never having one), I asked, with a raspy voice, "Native. Could you put me down on the floor?"

"Oh... ummmm... are you sure?"

"Please." Releasing a sigh, he carefully rested my body on the floor. My hands clutched the broken fox mask.

"What're you doing?"

"I'm just gonna lie down. Moving around too much is bad for the wound. Plus, I feel dizzier from being carried around."

A distant but small speck of white and yellow skimmed the corner of my eye as a suddenly excited Midoriya squealed loudly to the arrival of an older hero that had emerged from the alley across the street. His forehead wrinkle in lines as his temper took over; "I TOLD YOU T'STAY IN YOUR SEATT!!"
Gran Torino reprimanded with a fierce kick, Midoriya's expression wielded to a familiar feeling that expressed his shock as Gran Torino's small foot came into contact with Midoriya's freckled cheek.

"AH! GRAN TORIno!"

Looking around, to take in the precise details, he took great observation in the slumped shape and bloodied form we had appeared to be in. His hand gravitated to scratch the back of his head, "well. I don't know what happened here, but... glad to see you're alive."