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When one feels love, one feels as if they are finally alive.
When one experiences hate, one remembers why they need love.
A body hits the floor with a sicking crunch, it bounces up from the shock but it was dead long before it was kissed by the earth.
The blood vessels ruptured about 100 km up, their organs were already torn apart before they knew what it felt to fly.
Love is never so easy to keep in your heart, it floods like the heat from a car but as soon as the window is opened it is snuffed out.
hate will stick to your mind like a tumor, small in size but affective nonetheless, it displaces you just enough that you will forever know it, even when it is not aggravated.
A small boy has yet to know what this all means, but soon it will collapse on to him like dead weight.
It will push the air from his lungs and warmth from his heart and in the end he shall never know peace.
Even when he believes in the hope of the sky and faith in the strongest of the weak.
For God is not here walking among us, and he who trys to save every soul is damned to fail.
Be it by faith, be it by luck, be it by the will of the lord of the unrecognizable, it shall pass that his soul is not to be spared.
Nobody will catch him.
The beeping of a heart monitor is what stirs the mind of that boy, a horrible pressure on his small head.
He dares not open his eye for he fears they will pop out from the stress.
He feels a hand on his, larger then his own, it is soft and kind and holds him as if he is the most precious thing imaginable.
It is his mother's hand, that he is certain, but he feels no cold from where her ring should be, confusion twists in his mind.
He reaches out to the hand again, thus time being met with both and a surprised cry.
"Oh izuku thank god your ok! Oh my baby." She said clutching him to herself.
He didn't know why she should be crying, he was fine so he could only assume that she was in pain.
"M-ah" He tried, his voice was dry and cracked, she brought a straw to his face and he sipped gratefully.
"mama?" He said now clearly, he heard a choked sob and wished the pain in his head to go away if for only a moment so he could open his eye.
With great pain he cracked his right eye open and panic set in, darkness, not full darkness mind you, but enough to make his stomach flip in fear, as if two dark board were glued to the top and bottom of his eye.
Thankfully his eye did not pop out when it was opened, the pressure was still there but was becoming slightly less.
The light he could see, but the room was where the real trouble began, he saw shapes but couldn't focus in on them no matter how hard he tried, as if he was squinting at all times.
He willed himself to open his other eye, complete darkness, fear rose in his chest and he pulled one of his hands from his mother's death grip as she was talking to someone else in the room.
He touched his face and found a large bandages on his right eye, with a relieved breath he started pulling it off only to be stopped by the person his mother was conversing with.
"Woah sport, I know that's probably uncomfortable but you gotta keep that one on," the man said in a kind voice, "my names Dr.S.scorfa, but you can call me scott, you took a bit of a fall and hurt your head but you're gonna be just fine."
Izuku looked up at the man and could make out a bit of his face, he moved his head slightly to get all of it.
He seemed to have a animal type quirk as he looked quite like a wild boar, with tusks, a large nose and furry disposition.
"He looks kind." He thought.
The doctor, noticing his strategy and looked concerned before putting on a smile again.
"Hey kid are you havin a bit of trouble seeing me?" He said as he bent down to be eye level, studying him intently.
Izuku nodded slightly.
The doctor nodded thoughtfully, "can you tell me what you do see?" He said.
Izuku opened his mouth to respond, "everythings...blurry, and it's dark on the sides." He said simply, "I don't know what I see in my other eye."
Dr. Scott looked concerned as he nodded, "but you can still see some light and shapes?"
He nodded.
"Ok that's good, thank you," he said and put a fuzzy hand on his shoulder for a moment, "you did very well."
He turned to inko, signaling to her to walk out with her for a moment.
Izuku wondered what they were gonna talk about, and if it was about him, he hoped he could still write in his heros journal.
He laid back turning his face to the door, positioning his eye to focus on the fuzzy blob that he assumed was the door.
Outside the door Dr. Scott spoke to inko in a calm and level tone, "your sons eyes may to be more damaged then we initially thought when you brought him in, but we won't know more until the neurologist can get a look at him."
Inko nodded with tears in her eyes that she refused to let fall, he spoke again, "but I've made it a point in my career to never claim I know something I only suspect so don't loose hope, he's a strong kid." He smiled and bid her goodbye.
She walked back in and greeted izuku, "hi baby," she touched her hand to his cheek, "how are you feeling?"
He grabbed her hand and nuzzled into it, "m-head hurts."
"Oh I'm sorry," she said as she rubbed his back lightly, "I'll ask the nurse but they gave you a dose a few minutes before you woke up, it should kick in soon but I can get you an ice pack."
She got up and went to ask about the items, izuku laid back down and closed his eye, he tried to calm himself but he simply couldn't, he wanted to see, he wanted to walk around, he wanted to fall asleep and wake up to realize that this was all a terrible dream.
It wasn't, and izuku cried.
After the specialist checked him out it was determined that his right eye was not beyond repair, the fact that he could see at all was a miracle in itself.
His left eye was another story, a sad one at that.
When he had fallen, he learned that he had hit a very sharp rock, it then burrowed itself into his left eye, when the doctors took it out they found that it had completely destroyed the eyeballs and socket.
In the end there was no way to re-attach anything because there was nothing that could be saved.
Over the next few months he had a total of three surgery's, two to reconstruct his face to the best of their abilities and one to put his leg back into place, as it had also gotten injured in the fall.
He then had four months of physical therapy to help his leg heal, they said it would have taken longer but because he was younger his body was able to adjust quicker.
But only so much could be done as he had not been immediately found after the fall, they didn't know how long it had been but they estimated he had laid there for two to four hours.
It was during school hours so inko only started to worry when he hadn't come home and at that point he was already like that for hours.
So even though he made a full recovery and could walk most of the time he would still need a mobility aid most of the time and deal with chronic pain for the rest of his life.
His good eye was almost fully functioning with only a slight blur after which could be corrected with prescription glasses.
When izuku was finally permitted to take the bandage off for good he found a hollow socket and was more intrigued then scared, it didn't hurt anymore thanks to the healing quirk that one of the nurses had.
Her name was Miss, Miriam she had a strong healing quirk that pretty much pushed the internal clock of the body and sedated it at the same time, the drawback was that if it was used to much on a person they could age to fast and die.
Also if the patient had anything else in them that could be harmful, say a tumor, it would speed up the process of it growing, but only if it was already in the body.
If a person was going to have a tumor growing in their head in a year but it wasn't already growing, her quirk wouldn't start it up.
So even though it was a very powerful quirk it was rarely used as the patient had to be basically 100 percent healthy already to avoid any mistakes.
But the older nurses had years of experience with her quirk and though she was gruff she was not unkind.
His recovery was sped up a whole two weeks before they had estimated and izuku was grateful, especially because when he was having his treatments she had allowed him to ask her as many questions as his heart desired.
The first six pages of his is brand new hero notebook was full to the brim with facts, questions and theories.
The nurse would rarely smile but was very kind, she picked him up when he was to tired to walk back to his room and would listen to his rambling when inko couldn't be spared from her job.
Which wasn't often, after the accident inko practically lived at the hospital, she slept in the hospital chair next to his bed most nights, the staff let her take showers and most of the time she went straight to work and back to the hospital.
Throughout the next several months she lived through a suitcase or from clothing that aunt mitsuki would bring.
On those days, she'd bring katsuki to hang out, which was a welcome reprise from the lonely white halls.
Thought he couldn't play as enthusiastically or as long as he used to katsuki was his same explosive self and together they took it in strides.
The first time katsuki and his mom were allowed to visit izuku, the bandage on his eye was already off and he was unsure whether he should cover it up.
When he asked his mom for a eyepatch or sunglasses to cover it up she nodded and walked out, then he could hear her crying through the door.
He was given a plain black one from his mom that a nurse had given her.
He sat with the eyepatch in his hand and to his surprise he was reluctant to put it on, it was uncomfortable, the material was itchy and he didn't like how the elastic felt.
Inko said it was just temporary and promised to get him a better quality one soon, she also mentioned the option of a fake eye which piqued his interest.
a nevertheless he sat in his bed with the black patch on his eye and cane propped up on the side of his bed, eagerly awaiting his visitors.