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"You alright, Midoriya?" Aizawa asks, watching as Izuku climbs out of one of the garbage piles that he had thrown him into.
"I'm fine, yeah. I just fell on something. Nothing bad" Aizawa raises a brow worriedly.
"If you're injured, I need to-" Aizawa starts to say, but Izuku interrupts him.
"I'm fine, it's just a scratch. Let's keep practicing." Aizawa sighs, knowing that he won't be able to do anything.
"Alright, fine. From form six and let's keep going."
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Days passed since the training, and Aizawa could tell something was wrong with Izuku.
Something very wrong.
It started out with him limping, the boy using the excuse he just stubbed his toe on the door, but it grew worse throughout the week. Aizawa could hear the boy coughing in the night and his constant shifting in the bed as if he couldn't get comfortable. A day passed and Midoriya began to get worse. Aizawa finally drew the line when he first heard Izuku throwing up in the bathroom one night.
Sighing, he walks over to the bathroom door with a cup of water and knocks. "Midoriya, are you alright? It wasn't Mic's cooking, right?" Aizawa frowns when he doesn't even get a chuckle or disagreement from the kid. Knocking harder this time, Yamada, who was sitting at the table grading papers along with Aizawa, looks at him worriedly and stands up. "Izuku, you alright?" Yamada stands at Aizawa's side and holds his hand out for the glass of water. Aizawa gives it to him and tries to open the door and finds it locked. Aizawa sighs and quickly grabs his scarf on the couch and puts it through the crack under the door and opens the door from the inside of the bathroom. "Izuku?"
"Oh god," Aizawa hears Yamama whisper. Aizawa quickly walks to Izuku and immediately puts his hand against his forehead.
"Yamada, he's burning up. Go get the car started." Aizawa orders, flushing the toilet. Sighing, he picks up Izuku bridal style and carries him to the car. Thankfully, using whatever brain cells he had left, especially after grading Denki's paper, Aizawa grabs a plastic garbage can while heading out the door.
Climbing into the back of the car, Aizawa makes sure that Izuku is able to breathe before putting the boy's head on his lap, making sure to keep him on his side. Aizawa wipes the hair out of Midoriya's face, making a note to tell the kid that he needs a haircut and checks the boy's arms before checking his stomach and back for anything physical that may be making him this sick. When he does check the boy's back, Aizawa resists the want to yell at the boy in his lap. There was a big, angry wound in his lower back where it looked like Midoriya tried to give himself stitches. The wound was badly infected and Aizawa wouldn't be surprised if the doctors had to cut some skin off.
"Where we goin', 'Zawa?" Izuku slurs, smiling up at the man. "Cause we goin' 'nd we gotta go fas- hng," Aizawa quickly brings the trash can towards Izuku as he tosses up whatever Yamada made for dinner. When he finished, making what seemed to be a face between disgusted and exhausted, Izuku reaches for Aizawa's capture weapon. "This yer scerf? It's a verrrryy soft scearf. It's sooooo looooong."
"Yamada, how far are we?" Aizawa asks, glaring at Yamada as he catches a faint smile on his lips.
"Just up ahead, Shouta."
"Where we goin'?" Izuku slurs.
"The hospital. You're sick."
"N't sick. Hurt." Aizawa tries not to laugh as Izuku practically pouts.
"Where do you hurt?"
"Lower back."
"Alrighty, problem child. We'll get you in the hospital and get your back to stop hurting."
"M'k, dad." Aizawa froze just as the car did, but quickly recovered. Getting out of the car, since Yamada had called beforehand, a stretcher was waiting for Izuku the second they got to the hospital.
"Lower back. Infected wound and bad stitches. He tried to do them himself." Aizawa tells the nurses. They nod and take Izuku. Sighing, Aizawa slumps into one of the many vacant seats and Yamada sits right next to him.
"He called-"
"Shut up," Aizawa growls. Yamada smiles.
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"I didn't say anything stupid, did I?" Izuku asks.
The stitches had been removed, the wound cleaned, and better stitches were put in. The infection was going to be dealt with meds that the doctor had prescribed. The doctor also advised not to do self stitching.
Aizawa gives Yamada a look when he tries to answer. "No, you didn't. Just, make sure next time when you're injured, just tell me. Please." Izuku nods.
"I promise."