A Touch of Force & Fire -- Hawks X OC // MHA X OC

What can I do for you?

"I'm going to count to three." The nurse explained while holding a needle over Arya's head.

Arya was laying face down on the cot, allowing the nurse full access to the back of her head. "Okay," she replied. "I'm ready."
Her bandaged arms were laid off the sides of the cot to prevent any pressure from the burns on her forearms. The railing of the metal cot touched right under her bicep, sending a chill up her body. She also did her best to not touch anything.

"One...." Then the nurse stuck her with the needle and pushed the syringe to apply the numbing agent.

"Oww!" She winced, but tried her best not to fidget.

"Sorry, hun! The head is always such a tender spot, but the pain should go away in a minute."

Within a moment, Arya noticed the throbbing subsided and disappeared. The nurse performed a couple tests to be sure the area was completely numb, and got to work on the stitches. The back of her head was always a tender spot, she wouldn't let anyone even touch her hair for that matter. She was sure there was a reason, however that reason never really came forward. It just always was that way. Same with her itch to be rid of the hospital setting.

Arya had already been at the hospital for a couple of hours. After several x-rays, tests, and healing sessions, she was ready to leave. The hospital had a slight chill to the air, and the sterile smell of antiseptic was starting to get to her. Hospitals always gave her a queasy feeling, but that wasn't of any fault to the staff here. Keeping her composure as best as possible, she hoped she would out of here soon. The stitches were the last thing on the list before she could be approved for discharge.

The nurse assigned to Arya had her own healing quirk. Which framed the way for her career, Arya assumed. However, she could only do so much. The nurse using her quirk to heal took more toll on her own stamina than the patients. So, Arya opted for the healing be done on the burnt skin of her outer forearms. Allowing the other bumps, bruises, and road rash to heal naturally. Oh, and can't forget the new split on the back of her head from hitting the asphalt.

After 20 mins of careful concentration, the stitches were applied. Seven in total, the nurse explained as if it was an achievement. And she gave Arya permission to sit up now. Arya did as she was told.

Arya's eyes followed the nurse as she threw her rubber gloves in a near by waste basket, and washed her hands. She looked away after noticing she may have been staring a little too long.

Once the nurse was done cleaning up, she sat down at the computer station in the room, logged in to finish up any final notes, and began to go over discharge procedures.

"Keep your arms wrapped for at least another couple hours. I did as much as I could but they are still going to scar unfortunately. Maybe in a couple months, you can see a specialist."

"It'll be okay, just new scars to cover up the old." Arya said with a cheerful smirk.

"I'm going to write you a prescription for the pain. The pain will return once the numbing agent wears off. And you may still have a concussion, so no driving or sleeping! At least for another 6 hours."

"Roger that."

"Someone is on their way to pick you up, right?" The nurse asked with concern.

"Yes, ma'am" Arya gave the nurse another smile, trying to show she wasn't all the worried.

"All right, well I'll finish up the paperwork so you can go when they arrive. Hopefully you've learned your lesson from standing near windows during a fire. As well as running into a burning building all together! You're incredibly lucky that your injuries weren't more severe."

Old habits, Arya thought. The fall from the second story window could have been much worse. If it wasn't for her quirk, forcing energy out of her calms to catch her fall, she wouldn't have been able to cushion much of the impact. Being blindsided and surprised by the explosion, she couldn't concentrate in time, which caused her minor injuries.

"Yeah, I don't know what came over me. I learned my lesson though."

The nurse gave her a littlehearted smile.
"Leave it to the heros next time, kiddo." She walked out of the curtained hospital room, and pulled the curtain closed behind her.

The twenty-two year old dropped the smile once the curtain was pulled. She stood up off the cot and stretched her arms out above her head. Her whole body was sore and tight with stress. Using the force energy to catch her fall, was starting to wear on her. If it wasn't for the numbing agent, she was sure her head would be pounding like a drum.

There was a chair in the corner of the small room that held what was left of her belongings. Essentially, a hoodie, her wallet and house keys(which she didn't need anymore), and a pair of black cotton gloves.

She walked over to the chair to examine the gloves first. The one for the left hand was finished. The side of the glove up the pinkie finger was missing and sindged off. The right one looked promising. She maneuvered each finger into the appropriate hole, using her left hand to pull it down over her right hand. As she pulled, a little too hard and eager to get at least one hand covered, the glove gave and ripped right down the center. Exposing her palm and the base of her middle finger.

Fuck!, internally screaming at herself.

She removed the ruined glove from her hand, grabbed the other, and aggressively threw them into the wastebasket. The quick movement caused her to wince.

She let out a sigh. Arya figured she could stop on the way to U.A. to get a couple pairs from a store. Would the hospital care if she took a couple pairs? She felt naked without gloves on her hands but she decided against taking supplied from the hospital.

Suddenly, a deep voice from behind her caused her to jump.

"Excuse me?"

She knew that voice. She hadn't heard it, in person, for a few years, but she recognized it immediately. What the hell is he doing here? I didn't call him.

She turned around to face her visitor. "I'm decent." She said in return. She instinctively struck her hands in the pockets of her jeans.

He poked his head from around the curtain. The man's hair was a bright, fire red and stood straight up. She half expected it to be partially gray by now. A scar from his forehead past his left eye was still puffy and pink. His eyes were like turquoise jewels and the bright blue stood out in contrast. She hated those eyes. They were torturous for her, reminding her of someone else. A constant nagging memory of regret and pain. She fought it, but ended up looking away out of instinct.

"Are you the witness from the apartment fire this morning?"

Arya took a deep breath and exhaled. He was more than a foot taller than her, and she had to raise her head to make eye contact. The anxiety was starting to build in her stomach.

"What can I do for you, Endeavor?"

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