Faint ringing, a dull ache, and a throat that felt on fire was what awoke a figure lying in what seemed to be a puddle in an alleyway. Sharp intakes threatening to erupt into painful coughs. Vision was slightly hazy, but enough to register the clear blue sky above once heavy eyelids finally agreed to lift. The figure laid there for a long moment, unsure of what to do. Although feeling dull pain, contentment was also present. As if laying there for the rest of time was the right choice to make. But that contentment was soon interrupted when the remnants of hazy sleep finally washed away. The person bolted up right when the dullness of pain came full force. Ragged breaths caused them cough violently, not helping at all in distracting the loose feeling they felt in their shoulder. To add onto that, they felt something warm, dry, and sticky in their hair. So, with their good arm, the figure raised a dirtied white glove to their head before wincing. After drawing back, they could indeed see the glove holding flakes of dried -and some splotches of some still wet- blood.

"Just what happened?" The person asked, the raspy, dry yet deep voice suggesting that this person was a man, late teens or early twenties. Though you would have to be sitting extremely close to have heard the sound of his voice, since it came out as a low whisper. Strangely enough, he remembered something. Something about a self-check list? "Diagnose..." He whispered again, unconsciously moving his left hand into what seemed to be red compartments in his belt. Reaching into a specific one at that to bring out a folded piece of metal and somehow, he knew to open it to reveal a long, rectangular mirror. What he saw was a bit frightening. Lips pale, he could see a part of the lower lip had been busted, a bruise forming just under it. Yet, there was more to it than that. A larger bruise was held on his cheek, the shape of a fist easily recognizable from it. He could see his green eyes shaking from terror from realization. Whatever had happened had been bad. Instinctively, he raised a shaking hand once more, to his ear this time. Pressing his fingers into something that elicited static.

"Checking in. Freezerburn, are you there?" He would have gasped in surprise at knowing who to call while also not if not for the fact that no one responded. "Ingenium, respond." Another name. Hero names? "Ground Zero?" Definitely Hero names. If he were calling them, that means he was a hero too, right? "I'm on my own, huh?" He dejectedly muttered. Being alone, in an unfamiliar environment, and in a compromising situation did wonders for the mood. "If that's the case, I... need to find help. I might have wounds that need... Taking care of." Ignoring the shake in his voice, the green suited hero attempted to stand. Lifting himself off the ground just enough to get his feet under him using his only useful arm. In one motion, he stood, albeit with a wince and a stumble since he felt like his left leg was numb. Even more evidence he needed to find a hospital. And so, holding his dead arm to keep it from swaying, Deku moved towards the exit of the alleyway where he heard lots of ringing noises from. His ears haven't popped at all yet. Good, since if it was a road, the blaring car horns would have made his head hurt more. Dragging his left leg behind him, he finally made it out to where the sun was shining the most. A busy street teeming with families, students, and couples who looked quite short. Maybe he was tall. Definitely tall, he came to think after looking to the side to see a man staring up at him in shock. In doing so, many more paused to glance at him before someone decided to shout for help. He felt someone grab his waist to keep him from accidentally falling. He was grateful, because he could definitely feel himself fading again.

"Sir...okay... What... Alright?" His ears were finally picking up noise, but he didn't seem to care as his eyes drooped. "Don't... Needs... Help!" People were taking photos of him, some were recording, or at least he thinks they were doing so with their phones directed at him.

"Hospital.. Too many injuries,." was groaned out, the man leaning into one of the many civillians trying to help. Which was met with scared gasps and some cheers since someone was talking about needing to clear the way and that they had it under control now. Must be the paramedics. A part of him was ready to give in now knowing he was in the clear, but another was screaming to fight to keep up. That a hero's job isn't over until villains stopped altogether. It brought a silent chuckle out of him as he was laid down on a stretcher and brought inside the large white truck. Well, he'll fight some other time. He just needed to rest. He agreed, nodding his head to the seemingly familiar feminine voice who said that in his head, resulting in him passing out again mere seconds later, which startled his handler considering his condition.

"We need to hurry! He might have a concussion. We'll need to call Recovery Girl for this one!" One of the paramedics said, eyes scanning the console the green hero was attached to for now.

"Do so after you find out what agency he's from. His hero or sidekicks must be worried. Check his pockets for any ID." Doing what the ambulance driver instructed, the handler's hand came into contact with something hard and plastic inside one of the compartments in the red belt.

"I think I got it! He's from a... Huh? I've never heard of this guy or this agency." The handler peered over the card, turning it over and over as if something new would appear, but nothing ever did.

The All-Eye Agency

Hero: Deku

Licensed under U.A. High

Blood type: O

Station: Mustafu