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Bakugou woke up slowly. His whole body hurt from colliding with the hard concrete. Katsuki sat up in a panic once he realized he couldn’t feel one of his legs. He groaned immediately, clutching his chest.
“Kacchan!”
The blond groaned again. Of course, it would be Deku who found him.
“Bakugou!”
And the half-and-half. Of course he was stuck with these two. Both boys came running over and Midoriya made quick work of destroying the rubble sitting on top of Bakugou’s leg. The release of pressure showed exactly where the explosive teen was injured.
“Kacchan, you’re-” Midoriya cut himself off.
“Spit it out, nerd!” Katsuki yelled.
“Well, you’re… You have a lot of blood in your hair,” he finished sheepishly.
Katsuki growled and reached a hand into his hair. Sure enough, his glove came back stained with red. So between his head and his leg with little medical supplies, he prepared himself to be dealing with some measure of blood loss. It wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to. True to form, Todoroki pulled out a meager roll of bandages from his belt.
“Should we wrap his head or his leg?” the dual-colored boy asked.
“His head,” the greenette said quickly.
Bakugou scoffed, “Don’t you two dumbasses know anything? Head wounds tend to bleed heavily despite the damage and I need my leg to get out of here!”
Midoriya paled, “I can carry you, Kacchan.”
“Fat chance, Deku! You can be my cane once Half-and-Half Bastard here finishes!”
All too soon, Todoroki had finished bandaging his leg and Midoriya had Bakugou's arm flung around his shoulder. The movement jostled Katsuki's midriff and he let out a muffled groan.
"Kacchan! Are you okay?" Midorinya asked worriedly.
Bakugou bit back a growl. "I'm fucking fine, Deku! And canes don't talk!"
The greenette squeaked out an apology and all three of them started walking. As they walked on, Bakugou started feeling worse. He noticed his vision was going fuzzy and he was starting to feel nauseous.
"Stop!" Bakugou bit out against his better judgment.
Before any of the other two could get a word out, the blond was kneeling on the ground. One hand was on the ground and one clutched at his stomach. Bakugou groaned. He felt a hand land on his back but the nausea made him incapable of responding.
“Kacchan?”
The boy merely groaned in response. Pain and a sudden onset of dyspnea made it hard to get the air needed to answer.
“Todoroki, help me get him on my back.”
Within the span of a minute, Bakugou found himself being moved. He felt Midoriya’s admittedly comfortable back against his chest. The movement and pain pushed his nausea over the edge before they could even start walking. He couldn’t fight it anymore. He gagged and felt liquid exiting the worst way possible.
“It’s okay, Kacchan,” the greenette assured.
“Midoriya,” came Todoroki’s monotone voice, with a small hint of worry, “Bakugou is vomiting up blood.”
Katsuki got cold. Blood usually wasn’t the greatest sign and even more so when it was coming out from the mouth. He lifted his head from Midoriya’s shoulder and looked at Todoroki. Or he tried to at least. He giggled deliriously at the three Shouto Todorokis standing in front of him. All three Shoutos cocked their heads at the sound and then looked away.
“We need to hurry and get Kacchan help,” Midoriya said.
The trio started walking and Katsuki jostled against Midoriya’s back. He attempted to grab hold of the green bunny suit, but his hands refused to have his usual level of strength. He also faintly noticed that his hands tingled like he had overworked his explosions again.
“Deku,” he ground out, “I don’t feel good.”
With that statement, Katsuki fell unconscious against his rival.
* * *
For the second time in a row, Katsuki woke up slowly. This time, however, he found himself looking at an unfamiliar ceiling instead of piles of rubble. He made to move a hand to his head, but found it’s movement limited. Glancing down found an IV placed in his forearm with bright red staining the clear tubing. He lifted the other one and found he could move it freely albeit slowly. This one did make it to his head and he found a bandage wrapping around his forehead. He inhaled and felt a pressure around his chest and abdomen. The hand trailed to the area and Bakugou found that he was not wearing a shirt. In lieu of one, padding and bandages covered a decent amount of his skin.
The door opening halted his exploration.
“Oh, good!” a familiar voice exclaimed, “You’re awake!”
Bakugou turned his head and came face to face with Recovery Girl.
“Whe-” Bakugou coughed.
Recovery Girl sighed and held a glass of water for him. After a few sips, the blond tried again.
“Where am I?”
Chiyo took a seat in the chair next to the bed, “The hospital, dearie.”
The blond almost sat up in shock, making it about an inch before the pain flared to life.
Recovery Girl tsk ed, “Don’t do that, dear. Now for why you’re here. The test was successful and none of your classmates were fatally hurt. You however, had both a decently sized head wound and a nasty cut on your leg.”
Bakugou stared at her, one question burning in his eyes.
Chiyo continued, “Now, I couldn’t heal you at U.A. because you had internal bleeding and required surgery beyond my scope as a school nurse.”
Katsuki’s hand trailed across the bandaging on his abdomen again. That made a lot of sense.
The elderly lady spoke up again, “You needed surgery and blood transfusions as you had gotten a few knicks from the nasty fall you took.”
Bakugou’s eyes strayed to the IV. He had kind of figured that much out. Recovery Girl cleared her throat, gaining the boy’s attention again.
“You be good. I’ll be here until you are fit to go back to U.A.”
She tapped Bakugou’s arm with her cane, the same one with the IV
“You have two IVs. One in your forearm and one in your elbow. Don’t rip them out.”
The blond rolled his eyes, too tired to speak. The woman tsk ed again and told him she would be back later. Bakugou wearily flipped her off and heard her laugh as the door clicked shut.