Midori the Mama

Compromise

Bakugo flew through the elevator doors the moment they opened. His breath choked from his lungs as he went straight to the nurse's station "My wife... Izumi Bakugo, tell me where she is!"

"Please calm down sir, and lower your voice." The nurse told him irritably at his loud obnoxious tone. She scanned through the computer. "Izumi Bakugo was admitted into room 217, just down that hall to the - NO RUNNING!." She sighed heavily as Bakugo dashed down the hall darting doctors and medical equipment.

He found her room and burst in.

"Izumi!"

"Sir, please keep your voice down." The nurse told him as she adjusted the IV in Izumi's arm.

"What the hell happened?" He went to her bed and picked up her hand. He felt a sick twist in his gut to find it cold and he gripped it tightly in both his hands to warm it. "Who hurt her?"

"No one hurt her, Mr. Bakugo. Your wife merely fainted."

"That's a load of bull shit. If it was a simple fainting spell you guys wouldn't have admitted her. So what the hell is wrong?!" He snapped at the nurse. "Go get the damn doctor, I wanna talk to him now!"

The nurse muttered under her breath as she left the room and Bakugo pulled a chair up to Izumi's bedside and continued to rub her hand between his. He took the time to look her up and down, making sure there were now marks, no bruises, no cuts. When he found none, some of the panic subsided. He let go of her hand long enough to reach out and stroke her belly, when he felt his son stir under his palm, the rest of the tension eased and he slumped into his seat sighing.

"Gave me a fucking heart attack. What the hell were you thinking going to the detention center?" He whispered to her sleeping form. He sat in silence with her for five whole minutes before the doctor came in and he was up on his feet.

"Ah, Mr. Bakugo. I'm Dr. Hajima, we spoke on the phone." The elderly man with elven shaped ears and a thick gray beard held out his hand. Bakugo took it and squeezed, his eyes narrowing.

"Why did you have her admitted?" Was his first question. "I was told all she did was faint, you guys don't admit for something as simple as that."

"This is true, and while she did faint, it was the circumstances that had us wanting to hold her overnight. On top of that she's been out cold for nearly three hours." The doctor walked to her bedside and took her pulse. "Physically she's fine... but something shocked her psyche."

"Did she remember?" Bakugo murmured, his eyes filled with pain as he clenched his wife's other hand between his. He bowed his head, ready to break, but then felt Izumi's fingers flinch in his grip and had him jolting. "Izumi!?"

Izumi groaned and stirred, her eyes fluttering and blinking open.

"Where... where am I?" She glanced around and smiled when she saw Bakugo. "Kacchan?"

"Oh fucking hell, Izumi, you gave me a heart attack." He leaned in pressing his lips to her forehead and then her lips. "You trying to kill me?"

"Maybe a little," she teased weakly and slowly sat up, groaning as the world spun.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy..." he laid her back down. "Stay down... Doc?" He glanced up at the doctor as the man pulled out a flashlight and examined Izumi's pupils.

"Do you remember what happened, Mrs. Bakugo?"

Izumi blinked and groaned from the bright light and she pulled her hand free from Bakugo to touch her temple. "Sort of... I remember going to the Jail... talking with Himiko and- OH!" She sat up again, gripping the rails even as Bakugo cursed her for sitting up again. "That's right, Kacchan!" She looked up at him. "Himiko... she knows, she knows the one who did this to me."