In More Ways Than One - Kiribaku

And Sick Days (B)

I felt horrible.

I stirred in the health office's bed, trying to stop my eyes from closing. My body ached and hurt all over. Even though the door was close, I could still hear Recovery Girl scolding Ejiro. My head hung low, counting the tiles on the glossy, cold floor. A disapproving sigh comes from the door. I decide not to look up and trail my eyes else where. They flicker around my arm, longer scars than I imagined rested and made their home along from my elbow and down. I didn't think his quirk would be that good. My gut and side started to turn from a slight beating of pain to all the way through hell. His attacks left huge damage and I was convinced I wouldn't be able to use my arms again even after healing them. 

"You've really out done yourself now Kirishima, he looks terrible." She throws a hand up in disbelief. That caught my attention, I looked up towards them. Her expression harden once she saw my face. She looked back at him,

He threw his hands up, "Okay, okay! I get it, I screwed up." He admits, letting Recovery Girl look away with an subtle eye roll. She was quite sassy for an old healer, 

"Are you feeling dear?" She lifted my head up a bit more, placing her small hand on my forehead to check my temperature. "From 1 to 10 if you want." She slightly chuckled, adjusting her "glasses". She sets her unique cane down beside the bed, patiently waiting for a response, 

"8.5." I gritted a bit, stretching my wrist. Before she could even look back at Ejiro, he sighs loudly, 

"I said I get it." 

She smiled warmly, understanding my answer, "I'll have you all patched up by the end of the day, there will still be light outside at least." She patted my shoulder gently, turning back to Ejiro, "Mr Kirishima, I'd recommend still attending your end of day classes, your quirk is not the only thing you will be learning at this school." She took a long glare out of him. he nodded,

"Of course Ms. Shuzenji." He bowed, pulling the door open a bit to slip out. I wished I could've said something else but by the time my voice came back, he was gone. 

"My goodness, these are a lot of scars on your arms, I can't believe you let him fight you like that." She muttered mostly to herself, picking up a cotton round,

I shrugged with one shoulder, "It was a just a little hand to hand combat, I didn't want him to be so easy on me." She looks scared and sad. She dips the cotton in some liquid, exhaling quietly, 

"Katsuki, let me be sincere and serious and-- anything for a minute." She squeezes some of the extra out, setting the wet cotton round down on a mat. She sits back for a minute before turning to me, "I heard you weren't taking Kiu's death very well, it was a wonder I wasn't seeing you back here after the backlash of your quirk." Her eyes leave mine and she sighs again. Taking in the moment, I could only nod, she wanted me to listen. "I am very wondered by how Kirishima has taken you in and changed your mood around. He's really helped you over these few weeks. I can't believe it's almost been a month,"

She lightly chuckles, patting her knee like she was trying to find her train of thought again, "He's really igniting your passion again, that hand to hand combat might work in the long run but, your body could've been worse. I'm not going to treat you like Midoriya but I do want you to be careful, do not be so reckless in training. Just because you lost your stride doesn't mean you lost your mind, you're very smart Katsuki, I believe in you and Kirishima both the same." She gives me a sweet smile, picking the cotton round back up, "This might sting so try to think about something else." She tapped her fingers when she started rubbing it along my arm.