Getting to the hospital in and of itself had been a struggle. It shouldn't have been, seeing as how the alleyway was actually really close to one, but you couldn't put any weight on your leg, and Patches over there didn't really like being touched.
When you tried to sling an arm over his shoulder, he about punched you across the street. It was good for you that your brother was still around to stop him from doing something you couldn't avoid.
That, of course, brought up the issue of how you both would get anywhere... The answer?
Linking your elbows as he tried to minimize contact.
It was made all the more hilarious by the fact that only a few minutes ago you had been using him as your own personal crutch... The change of heart here was real and frankly rather irritating.
He was lucky you were in way too much pain to argue with him or he would be getting an earful about right now.
"So," He said awkwardly as you limped down the street, every hop about making you blackout, "You come from a hero family?" Yup, it was official, he was a master with making small talk... You could practically feel his anxiety kicking in. Not that you blamed him, this was an awkward situation, and you both were pretty awkward people, so you probably would do the same in his situation.
Oh, and of course, you couldn't forget the fact that you were wavering between being dangerously loopy and using every crass word you knew with each minor movement... It was a weird state to be in.
"Hmm," You shrugged, "Mostly."
A small rock that crossed your path about killed you as you hopped, Dabi's nonexistent grip being the only thing to keep you upright. Whatever, you had accepted that this was your life for the next little bit as you hopped down the street, both of you avoiding the looks you knew you had to be getting.
If it weren't for those looks, there was no doubt that it would have been a very quiet journey to the ER, but he seemed to be feeling the pressure a bit more than you did if the ever-tightening grip on your forearm was anything to go off.
He looked sideways at you, thankfully choosing not to comment on the fact that you were just about gnawing your lip off as you moved, "That's a pretty crappy answer for someone who was so snarky a couple of minutes ago."
Your glare was swift and harsh.
Was he trying to distract you from the pain or was he always this charming?
"Perhaps I thought you'd actually- crap!- Use your eyes for once, Patches." Forming a proper sentence was difficult, but nowhere near as bad as walking was. This was going to be a really long hobble, even if you could see the hospital from where you were, "Do I look like I have the signature Iida eyebrows?" He really had no way of knowing what the signature Iida eyebrows were, but logic was a secondary emotion right now.
Your injured leg brushed something and you were inches away from falling to the ground and demanding to be carried, "Or perhaps you missed the fact that I don't have exhaust pipes sticking from my body, which also runs in the family... Did you know that those things are made of human tissue and a metal alloy mixed together? They're real weird."
Patches simply shook his head as he rolled his eyes if he thought you missed him doing that, then he was the insane one here.
"Curb the wit, idiot," He snarled at you with no real heat behind his words, "You adopted then?"
You nodded painfully, unsure of how much longer you would be able to talk coherently, "When I was four."
No more conversation being made until you were close to the ER entrance, "You... don't have.. to take me... The rest of... the way," You gasped out.
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Crossed lines (SDS x MHA)
Fanfiction(Y/N) Iida is a normal girl with normal aspirations... Or at least, that's what she hoped to be. The reality is that she was one of those girls who would kill for a regular day. Between trying to control her quirk and trying not to get sent to jail...
