Eraserhead and Scribe

Eraserhead and Scribe Chapters 7-12

Chapter 7

Aizawa wished they'd all just shut up and leave him alone. Their voices seemed to be constant, impinging on his rest. Is he awake yet? They're still coming. We don't know how to stop it. Midnight is doing her best, but even keeping Scribe unconscious isn't stopping them...

Scribe. The single name was all he needed. He pushed himself out of the depths. All Might, looking somehow even thinner and more drawn than before, Nezu, and the police chief stood nearby in the white room he knew must be the hospital. Aizawa groaned and pushed himself into a sitting position. "Where is she?"

"Aizawa!" All Might looked relieved. "Be careful. You took quite a blow. Recovery Girl has done her best, but you're going to be sore."

Aizawa brushed away the other man's concern. "What's wrong with Scribe?"

All Might stepped back and Nezu took his place. "We need you to erase her quirk."

"Why? Her quirk is all that saved the class. Are they all okay?" Aizawa looked at All Might.

"Safe and sound at the dorm, under guard."

Nezu moved back into his field of vision. "She's causing a good bit of confusion and turmoil right now, Aizawa. When you were hit, she sent out some sort of psychic signal and summoned every hero."

"Including me." All Might sat in a chair. "I didn't even know I still had that much power left. But when she called, I had no choice."

"Well, that's good, right? Did you get Shigaraki?" Aizawa swung his legs off the bed and paused, realizing he wore a hospital gown. "Anybody know where my pants are?"

The police chief held out his clothes. Aizawa pulled on his pants. "I still don't know why you need me to erase her quirk." He discarded the gown and donned the shirt.

"She's been unconscious since I found the two of you," All Might said. "But she's still sending out that signal. And the heroes are still showing up." He paused and his gaze fixed on Aizawa. "Every hero, Aizawa. Not just me or the teachers. Every hero in Japan. Every hero in America. Every hero."

"Dear God." Aizawa gaped at him. "Can't you just tell them everything's fine?"

"It isn't working. Midnight has kept her under, but it only dampens it a little. We think the only way is to cut the signal, even if only for a few seconds."

Aizawa nodded. "Which is why you need me." He sighed. "Okay, let's do it."

The other men led him next door. He entered first. Midnight slumped next to the bed, looking uncharacteristically exhausted. "Eraser!" She sat up. "Oh, thank God."

"I got it from here, Midnight." Eraser took her seat and focused on the power he felt emanating from Scribe. It was far more than he'd anticipated, far more than the last time he'd erased her. Had that really been less than a week ago? He concentrated, gritting his teeth a little, and a moment later she seemed to relax. He held it for a few extra seconds, but then he broke away, blinking rapidly. "My God, she's strong."

"Be careful, Aizawa." All Might looked concerned. "You're still healing."

"Yeah." Aizawa barely looked at him. Instead he folded his hand over hers. She's probably the reason I'm still alive. That fireball should have been enough to finish me. I'm not sure I didn't die and she brought me back.

"Well, at least that's done." Nezu sounded satisfied. "Thank you, Eraser. I'm sure it would be fine for you to return to your room—"

"I'm not leaving." Aizawa shifted a little in the chair. His stomach ached, but he didn't care.