The Takeover

Chapter Ten

"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death."
Robert Fulghum

Horror gripped at Hizashi's chest. Aizawa and Midoriya laid there, tubes coming out of them. Way too many tubes. They were put in the same hospital room, and were in rough condition. Thankfully, though, they were no longer in urgent care. Hizashi had arrived an hour after they were taken in, and was terrified as to what it meant.

If Midoriya was alive, where was Hitoshi? Could he be alive? Where had he been? 

When he recieved the report on what happened, he wanted to puke. There wasn't much information that he could get, but what he did was disgusting. Midoriya was beaten up a little more than what could be considered normal. 

He had bruised ribs, and cracked bones in his arms and legs. According to the doctor they were old, and had begun the healing process already. 

Hizashi hated the way they looked. He hated how every breath looked labored, and how thin Midoriya was. Who did that to him? Who did that to his son?

It was agonizingly slow waiting for them to be in good condition. He hated how slow the healing process is, even with the help of quirks. The only people who could help were ones that took the energy from the one being healed, and Aizawa and Midoriya weren't doing to well in that department.

Two weeks. It took two weeks for them to gather enough energy to wake up. Two weeks of waiting, and two weeks of watching his family laying there, half dead. 

A groan came from Aizawa's cot. 

"Where-" Hizashi was at his side in an instant.

"You're at the hospital. You are going to have a little bit of scarring, but overall you should be fine." Hizashi spoke calmly, trying to keep his voice down. 

"Izuku-" 

"Shhhh, he's alright. He's in the bed next to yours." 

Aizawa visibly calmed. 

"You are both going to be okay." 

Two hours later, Midoriya woke up. He sat up, and looked around. 

"Dad? Papa?" Two heads snapped in his direction faster than Midoriya expected. Both of them were laying on the bed next to his watching a documentary on quirks on Aizawa's phone. (It had faster streaming speed). 

"IZUKU!!!" Hizashi jumped off of the bed and basically glomped Midoriya. 

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!!!" His voice was edging dangerously close to quirk usage. If it weren't for Aizawa behind Hizashi, Midoriya thought he probably would be using it.

"I'm sorry." Midoriya looked down at his blanket and avoided eye contact like he should avoid the plague. (He had heard stories of the Corona Virus outbreak. There wasn't as much avoidage as there should have been. )

"Don't apologize." Aizawa's voice cut in. "You did nothing wrong." 

"But I did. I hurt you! I left you behind!" Hizashi quickly wrapped his arms around Midoriya. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Midoriya repeated this over and over and over. 

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The Rejects (minus Midoriya) were at a loss. Midoriya was at the hospital, and they knew he was alive. He was in danger of the Faceless man getting to him, so they set up shifts watching the hospital room camera feed.