Puppet Master

You Are Human

Izuku slowly opened his eyes, wincing at the harsh light of the... hospital room?

He sat up quickly and just as quickly regretted doing so as his head started to pound harshly. Izuku winced, pressing his hand to his forehead.
"Good morning." Izuku jumped. He looked to his left to see Eraserhead grading papers. Izuku let out a breath he didn't know that he had been holding. Then, he remembered. Izuku stared at the man with wide eyes. He wanted to ask what happened to Mary Lou and why he was in a hospital bed but he couldn't find the words. Luckily, he didn't need to.

"Mary Lou is fine," the raven-haired man stared. "For now." Izuku's brief moment of hope evaporated. The man sighed with every ounce of exhaustion that those eyebags held. "With all due respect to your privacy, we brought a quirk specialist over during the three days you were out." Izuku flinched. Three days? Seriously, what happened?
"What did the specialist find out?" The man asked rhetorically. "That you, whether you meant to or not, transferred your life force or energy into Mary Lou through the connection you two had through the string." What? "Kid, tell me, did you know you could do that?"

Izuku shook his head frantically but stopped when his head started to throb again. Eraserhead sighed. "Don't," he said sternly, "ever try to do that again. At least not until we know if it has worse effects than this. Even then, don't do that because you wound up like this." This as in... Izuku took a survey of the room. As in the heart monitors, the breathing mask to the side that he had probably been on, and the IV still in his arm. "Would you like to know the full extent of what happened?"
Izuku's fingers itched for a notebook to take notes. He nodded.

"Upon transferring your life force into Mary Lou, she recovered. Now, don't get your hopes up. It is expected that her health will only last as long as however much you gave her. And NO you cannot just give her more because I know that is what you were thinking." Izuku could not deny that even if he wanted to verbally speak. "Your heart rate slowed dangerously low and your breathing was minuscule as you did not have enough force left in you to have your body fully function naturally. You generated a massive fever that broke last night. Its top temperature was 104, dangerously high."
Izuku gulped. Eraser took another long breath.
"While sometime in the future, we may be able to train that so the side effects aren't as drastic," he almost glared at Izuku, "NEVER do that again unless we give you the go-ahead."

Izuku deadpanned. Like I am actually going to be using my quirk in the future.
Eraser nodded. "Yes, I know," as if he knew what Izuku was thinking, "that you do not plan on using your quirk in the future but I have a serious question for you in regards to that. However," he stood up, "that will have to wait until you are back home."
Izuku's heart dropped and, ironically, the heart monitor sped up. Eraserhead whipped around. "NO. Not there!" he mended. "I mean back to the bakery."
Izuku sighed in relief.
"Geeze, kid, why would we ever send you back there?"
'There' was not a place to be mentioned. It was simply implied.
"As of now, when you are released, you will be taken back to Mary Lou's place where she is already waiting for you," he affirmed. "I am going to get the nurse. We will finish this conversation later."

Izuku watched him leave. He looked up at the ceiling. Then at the window.
For now, he said. Izuku looked down at his hands. For the first time in his whole life, Izuku did not feel afraid of his quirk.
He felt strangely... calm. Was it because he wasn't at full functionality yet. He didn't care. Izuku would take this moment of relaxation and run with it. That is...

... until the doctor opened the door and the sight of an unfamiliar face instantly took that relaxation and replaced it with Izuku's normal tenseness and jittery tendencies.

After a brief evaluation, they cleared Izuku to go home on one condition: he had to go in a wheelchair. As it would turn out, Izuku tried to stand, immediately got lightheaded, and his legs gave out. It was not a pretty fight. The doctor tried to help him up but on sheer nervous reaction, Izuku almost broke his wrist. Eraserhead had come in right at the cracking moment and snapped Izuku out of it before he actually could. Full body function or not, Izuku had a mean grip. That did not change the fact that Izuku was on the floor. It took nearly two minutes for Eraserhead to gain permission from the greenette to help him up off the ground and into the wheelchair.
Also, the stairs up the bakery were something to behold, as in, Eraserhead almost had a heart attack when he had to carry Izuku up the stairs and Izuku had gotten so stiff in fear that the hero thought the kid's heart stopped beating again. Eraserhead was quick to unfold the wheelchair and deposit Izuku into it, soon after starting a series of breathing exercises because, yes, Izuku had a small panic attack.