The Hands Of God
Recovery Girl inched forward, her cane clacking against the ground, she disked idly as she evaluated the injured students passing her by on stretchers with a practiced eye. After so many years, and it really had been quite a few, she could analyze all of the injuries common to entrance exams, she had a very specific goal in mind, and she had to blink when she arrived, the Midoriya child was lying on the ground next to another girl, both of them panting in exhaustion, but was really her eye was the green haired boys three limbs, like limp, wet noodles, lividly purple and black and hanging against the natural angles of the joints. She sighed, she could heal Midoriya, but it would be better for him in the long term if her idiot grandson did it, she tapped at the mic on her collar and shouted,
"Oi tweety! Get over here and take a look at this green idiot!"
Across the field there was an audible shriek of pain and then a shout that was clearly heard through the mic on recovery girls collar.
"Dammit Granny! We have the mics for a reason, there's no need to freakin shout! Ill be over there in a minute."
Recovery Girl scoffed, but waited for her idiot grandson to show.
Izuku on the other hand blinked. He didn't know Recovery Girl had any family, let alone a grandson. Soon enough a dark figure in a black and brown leather plague doctor uniform came into view, the persons dark glass lenses reflecting the light of the simulation center.
The figure let out a low whistle at the sight of the wreck that was Izuku's body. And with a deceptively practiced eye he examined the dangers. Recovery Girl on the other hand simply chucked a piece of rubble at the back of the plague doctors head, it hit with a disconcerting metal clank! The bird masked young man whirled, with his hands at the back of his head.
"What the bloody fething hell was that Grandma!?"
Recovery Girl just spat to one side.
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"Hurry up and diagnose brat! What are the injuries brat?!"
Still rubbing his head, he began speaking.
"Frankly ridiculous trauma to every limb, Completely shattered Radius, Humorous and Ulna, hell, if I didn't know there were bones that were supposed to be intact there, I wouldn't guess there were bones at all, that's only in the one arm, however, both his legs are even worse, they're damn sausages at this point, every major joint and ligament has been shredded, plus the bones are so much dust. Not to mention the fact that every major muscle group in every affected limb has kinda been screwed all to hell."
Recovery Girl smirked, tapping her cane idly against other groaning recovered students.
"So, what the prognosis for time to recovery?"
An idly considering scratch of the chin.
"Regular modern medicine, or quirk enhanced?"
"Both."
"Hmmm… Id say if not out and out amputation simply to the severity of the injuries… Five years? A couple to get prothstetic replacements for the bones, and the rest of that time for the PT."
Recovery girl nodded as the young man dressed as a plague doctor crouched next to Izuku.
"And with Quirks?"
"With yours, approximately two weeks until full functionality is reached, however it does come with the drawback of permanently decreasing his lifespan by… A month or so?"
Recovery Girl winced internally. It was a little known fact about her quirk, it worked by increasing cell energy and division. In essence a cut that would close in week would instead close in a day. The issue with that was that each individual cell only had a certain amount of energy to use, in other words, it was like plugging in an extra connector to a battery, you might be able to do more in the short term, but in the long term the battery would just go dead faster.
She refocused, deciding to ignore the fact that her idiot of an adopted grandson had just divulged one of the biggest secret elements to her quirk as he continued talking.
"With my quirk I'd guess forty eight hours before full functionality returns. To be fair, that means he'd need to stay overnight and Id need to entertain at least four three hour long sessions to ensure complete recovery."
Recovery girl felt one eyebrow rise in irritation.
"And what the problem with that brat? He's your patient."
The man who was apparently Recovery Girls grandson turned, and then promptly prostrated himself in front of her.
"BUT GRANNY! Tomorrow they release that new game I was telling you about!"
It was at that point Izuku lost consciousness, his eyes closing on the sight of a man twice the height of recovery girl on his knees begging.