Weather the Storm (Aizawa mini book)

Day 1

It had officially been twenty four hours since then. Since the world watched one of their esteemed pro heroes fall. Since those villains had been caught. Since Shota's wife had fallen into her coma.

His eyes hurt more than they ever had. He hasn't slept since he'd gotten to her. He blinked but his eyes felt like sand. His mind was still having a hard time registering what had happened along with the rest of the pros.

Shota sat with Mari, holding her hand that was actually warm for once. Having warm hands was never good for her. It meant her blood was heating and that could be fatal for Mari. He stared at her pale, broken face.

~Flashback~

Nurses and doctors wouldn't even look at him when they rushed by. He felt disgusted. They had wheeled her in so fast that he hadn't even had the chance to tell her anything.

Shota sat in the chair, stuck in the waiting room. He never thought he would be this guy, that person that sits here and gets pitied. They had wanted to take Mari to Recovery Girl at U.A. but she was bleeding out too fast that there was no other choice.

The over exertion of her quirk not to mention the physical beating she had received was enough to where Mari should've been dead on scene. They weren't sure if it was her will to live or the last remaining strength that kept her alive.

So here he sits, waiting. Hizashi was on his way with Manami and Shota leaned forward and ran a hand over his face. He closes his eyes and breathes. There was no easy way to explain this to her.

His students had heard and most of them were already littering the waiting room as well as the cafeteria. Midnight sat beside Shota in silence. Toshinori was there as well, but in the form of All Might.

His smile remained strong but the atmosphere was creating a heavy feeling, "I'm sure she'll be fine Aizawa."

The large mans comment had Shota letting out a sigh. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, the stress rolling off of him. Midnight was the next one to try and reassure him.

"Yeah! Nothing can bring down Mari's enticing energy!"

Shota stood from his chair and glared, "She was half dead."

He knew that they were trying to be supportive and keep his stress levels down. But his wife was in surgery struggling to survive. She had been beaten within an inch of her life.

Shota slides his hands in his pockets and walks away from the group. He was surprised his students hadn't offered him words of comfort but anyone who was near could sense that he wanted to be left alone.

He didn't walk far only enough to where he wasn't being bothered. It had already been at least four hours since they'd started and he was growing nervous. It was normal for surgeries to take a long time but would they be able to fix everything.

Shota leaned his back against the wall and closed his eyes once more. He let out a breath and clenched his fists. He wanted to sleep, but it was impossible with the fight he was having with himself.

He took one hand out and glanced at his watch, "Dammit Hizashi, how long does it take to bring my kid here?"

He didn't have time to think about that when the surgeon came out into the waiting room.

~Flashback over~

Mari had lost at least thirty percent of her blood volume, a class three hemorrhage. The surgeon had informed him that they had to do multiple blood transfusions during the process of getting her back. Her heart had stopped only once but the trauma to Mari's body was extensive.

They had to remove her spleen as well as control some of her organs that had been reduced to nothing. All of the ribs on her right side were shattered, once had even punctured her lung. Her left leg and arm were totaled as well.

There had been a vast amount of fluid in her belly that had to be taken care of. She had only a couple of facial fractures and that made Shota reflect back to his own injury.

Her body had went into shock after loosing the majority of her blood, but they quickly told him that she shouldn't have felt much.

The doctor had said that the most grueling part was attempting to get back the blood that she had lost. Since Mari's blood had been cryogenic it had been freezing cold. Transfusing the blood that was a regular temperature back into her was difficult.

Her body had started to reject it so they had to come up with other methods. Her blood had been replenished but to keep her from rejecting it again they had covered her in ice packs.

So here he sits with his recuperating wife. She had been put on a ventilator so that it can help her breathe while her body healed itself. Hopefully the icepacks will kick start her quirk. But do to the amount of damage she received her quirk would never work the same way.

The amount of time that her quirk could be used was reduced as well as her immunity to the cold. She would have to use most of her energy when using it to lower other peoples core temps and cutting off blood flow.

There wasn't any noise except for the ventilator and the monitor following her slow heartbeat. Shota found himself squeezing Mari's hand.

Her body was cold and he knew that it was helping her quirk regain it's functions. Shota looks back at the cot they had brought in. Manami is curled up sleeping soundly. He can clearly see the old tear stains on her small cheeks.

His chest aches at the sight and he wonders if she'll remember anything of this when she wakes up. Or if she'll think it was all a dream and her imagination.

He casts his eyes back on his wife. Her face is sunken in as if she had been starved. The faint pink of her lips had faded into a dull purplish blue. Her skin was pale and the pigmentation had changed significantly.

"You can't die on us you understand? I won't let you."

His voice is quite and broken. Shota looks at the cot in the other corner that they had laid out for him. At first Hizashi had tried to convince him to go home and sleep. But the thought of leaving Mari on the first night wasn't an option. She was critical enough as it is.

He knew that he would have to go back to work eventually. He dreaded the thought, but understood that those parents paid for their kids to have an education.

Shota couldn't fathom what he was going to do tomorrow. What he was going to do with Manami while Mari was in this condition. She adored her mother and Mari was the one who fixed her breakfast as well as got her dressed.

He wasn't a man who wasn't involved in his daughters life. He spent as much time as he could with her. Shota looks towards his little girl again, her face relaxed in a peaceful slumber.

We'll get through this.....We'll weather the storm...

**It's not over yet! tune in for the next chapters. I hope you guys like this story. enjoy!**