"Katsuki." The faint male voice called, pulling Bakugo from his sleep once again. . The teen was exhausted. He lay still, not wanting to get up, he was becoming more aware of the returning pain in his head with each moment that passed. He groaned sleepily. Though his mind continued to feel foggy, one clear thought entered it.

"I-Izuku?" He vaguely recalled speaking with the boy at some forced his eyes open and sat up, looking around, the room began to spin around him. The boy was nowhere to be found.

"Katsuki, sit down son, your mother-"

"No. Izuku, wh-" Masaru placed his hands on his son's shoulders, guiding him back to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Slow down,you don't remember your mother talking to you about him?"

"If I did, why the hell would I ask you?"he asked angrily.

"Do you know where you are right now?"

"Answer me!"

"Ka-"The teen stood up once more, taking a step forward, pausing for a moment. The older man again grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Let me go." He growled.

"Sit down. You shouldn't be wandering around on your own right now. You sit down and We'll talk about it. Your mom should be back soon."

"Where the hell-"

"She's up on the third floor with Izuku's mother and some of your classmates. I don't know how much you know about any of this, but Izuku isn't- it doesn't look good,Katsuki. They had to take him for emergency surgery to stop the bleeding,he was barely conscious when we arrived." Bakugo vaguely recalled small parts of his visit with Deku and his parents following Inko into the room.

" What happened with it?" Bakugo asked, looking down at the sheet on his bed. Masaru glanced down at his phone.

"No one's been out yet. They said-Katsuki, where do you think you're going?"The older man demanded.

"Third floor." Bakugo pushed past his father and headed to the door, pausing to briefly use the wall for support.

"You can't just- Do you even know where you're actually going?"The man reached toward his son only to have him pull away.

"It's in your best interest to stay out of my way."Bakugo growled.

"I can't let you run around like this,you have a-"The older man sighed. He would never win this argument, Katsuki was too much like his mother.

"Alright," he said, "But give me one minute. Can you do that, Son?"

"I don't have a minute." The blond raged, he had to make it.

"Just sit down before you fall down. I'll be back in a minute." Bakugo reluctantly allowed his father to help him into the chair. "Don't move." Masaru disappeared from view seconds later. Bakugo leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

"Stupid Deku." He murmured. "Damn headache…" He began to drift into the quiet darkness, too tired to stay awake much longer. He fought against sleep as he waited for his father to return. Suddenly a hand touched his arm, pulling him back into awareness. He forced his eyes open to find Masaru next to him, a wheelchair sat in front of the teen.

"What do you think you're doing with that damn thing?" He inquired, gesturing to the object.

"You're going to sit in it. The last thing you need right now is another head injury."

"I'm fine. I don't need you pushing me around like some-"

"Katsuki, you were leaning on the wall, you're not walking. I know you want to see your friend but-"

"Deku isn't my friend, old man. I'm not using-"

"Then you don't go and if you try anything, I'll call your mother to come deal with you. Doctor's orders, you shouldn't be running around." Seeing that his father would not be moved on the subject, Bakugo begrudgingly agreed and was soon on his way through the hall.

You better be alive up there, Deku. He thought silently as they entered the elevator. The seconds seemed to drag on as the display to the right of the door lit up the floor numbers.

Come on, damn it!" He cursed. He had to make it there. He had to see Izuku. After what seemed like forever, the doors opened, revealing an open space filled with gray and blue chairs. A flat screen tv had been mounted on the wall, and off to the corner, Bakugo could make out the slightly blurry group seated together. Masaru slowly wheeled his son toward them.

Inko sat in the chair, sobbing into her palms, Mitsuki patted her shoulder comfortingly,

Their classmates gathered to comfort her, some still wearing bandages.

"I d-don't know what I'll do, Mitsuki." Inko sobbed. "If Izuku-"

"You can't think about that now. No news is usually good news with these things. I know it's tough, but so is he."She encouraged.

"That's right."Iida added. "Thus far Midoriya has proven himself to be quite capable of unexpected things. I can't tell the future, but it seems to me based on what he's shown us over the short time we've known him, that he could very well surprise us all."

"I-I'm sorry, Mitsuki," Inko said, drawing in a shuddered breath. "I haven't asked about Katsuki and his-"

"I'm fine." Bakugo said, catching everyone's attention.

"What are you-"the blond woman stood up, glaring at her husband.

"He insisted. You know how he gets, I'm no match for him."Masaru said, raising his hands submissively. "It was either this or he was going to come up here on his own.

Mitsuki found that this time, under the circumstances, she couldn't be angry.

"He's supposed to be resting, Masaru. You know he's been saying-"

"I can still hear you, I'm not deaf." Katsuki spat.

"I don't think you understand-"

"Sorry it took so long." Uraraka said from behind as she and Todoroki appeared carrying several bags. "We had to go to a couple different places. Any thing yet?" The young girl asked. She turned to greet Bakugo.

"Hey, how's your head feeling, I heard about-"

"I'm fine damn it, everyone quit asking me!"

"Katsuki, be nice!"Mitsuki said warningly.

"Not yet, hopefully we'll know something soon. Thank you for going." Inko said, fresh tears falling. Iida stood from his chair, picking up a box of tissues and offering it to her.

"Thank you. " Inko took the object, pulling one out and proceeded to dry her eyes as best she could. The teen gave a small nod and returned to his chair.

As Uraraka and Todoroki passed out the contents of their bags and took a seat, the group waited in silence. Mitsuki felt her own tears forming as she thought about the fear that had gripped her heart when she received the call about her own son. Though the two often fought, she loved him more than her own life and couldn't imagine what her friend was going through.

"Katsuki?" Inko called softly, leaning forward in her chair. She reached out, lightly plcing a hand on top of his.

"Yeah?"

"I just want to say thank you." She sniffled.

"I didn't do anything."

"You did, dear. You stayed with him until I got here, so he wasn't alone. You watched over him until the doctor could be there and I can't tell you what it means to me to know that if something had happened-" She couldn't finish, her words getting caught in her throat, she bowed her head.

"I didn't-"Bakugo stopped, surprising everyone by placing his free hand on top of Inko's. "Yeah, sure, it's no big deal." He said softly.

"Yeah, he definitely hit his head out there." Kirishima said, nodding his head.

"Mrs. Midoriya?" A female voice called, the young woman approached the group dressed in teal scrubs, the expression on her face was unreadable. Inko stood instantly from her chair follows collectively by the teens. Mitsuki moved closer to her friend.

"Please, have a seat. I'm Ishizu takizawa, I'm the surgeon assigned to Izuku's procedure." The doctor outstretched her hand, Inko took it, sharing a brief handshake before they lowered themselves back down. Dr. Takizawa took the chair directly in front of her.

"Please tell me he's okay." Inko pleaded.

"Izuku's being moved to the recovery room." The group let out the anxious breath they had been holding.

"He's not out of danger yet, we've stopped the bleeding and we're giving him a blood transfusion. The operation was difficult for him and he did experience some complications. We almost lost him, but I can say this, he must have some strength in him, he seems to be a fighter."

"Yeah he is. He'll be fine."Bakugo said. "He's stronger than he gets credit for."

"It's important in a case like this, and as much as I wish I had something more to tell you, but his condition is tenuous. You'll have to prepare yourself for the worst but hope for the best. We'll continue to monitor him and do everything we can to get him back on his feet."

"Can we see him?" Inko asked.

"Of course, but I should tell you that during surgery, we intubate the patient to help them breath, the anesthetic paralyzes the muscles including the patient's diaphragm which means Izuku wouldn't be able to breath on his own. We would normally take the tube out shortly after surgery, but blood loss also leads to difficulty breathing so we'll have to wait. He's also very pale, I just want you to be prepared so it's not a shock. I can only allow one or two of you to see him right now and once he's in a room, you'll have a little more access and visitation opportunities." Inko nodded.

"If you'll follow me, I can take you back to see him."

"Mitsuki, would it be alright with you if Katsuki came back with me?"Bakugo lifted his head. "After all, he made it a point to stay with Izuku when he needed someone.

"You behave in there, Katsuki, and don't give her a hard time when it's time to go." Mitsuki said, knowing there had to be a reason that this visit was so important to her nodded, moving behind the chair and beginning to push Bakugo toward the heavy wooden doors.

"Give him our love, Mrs. Midoriya."Uraraka requested softly as they passed.

"I will. Thank you all for being here for him, it means a lot to me and I know it'll mean a lot to him too." Inko replied,following the doctor through the doors.

"He's just down here at the end of the hall." Dr. Takizawa informed them, pointing straight ahead of them. They soon arrived at their destination. The recovery room was a large open space with only thin curtains to provide privacy for the patients resting inside.

Izuku lay on the first bed, the boy was deathly pale, tubes and wires seemed to be coming from everywhere. Bakugo heard the doctor's words when she had warned them, but he didn't expect him to seem so fragile. His heart instantly dropped into his stomach at the sight of Izuku lying motionless in front of him.

Inko thanked the woman and moved closer to her son. She fought back tears as she leaned forward and gently kissed Izuku's head.

"Izuku, my brave boy."She sobbed. "Your dad and I are so very proud of you and we love you so much. You've fought so hard to get to where you are today..please don't stop now." Bakugo was at a loss, Deku couldn't really be that bad, perhaps it was a side effect of his concussion, a bad dream. He would wake to find himself back in his dorm room any second now.

"Mrs. Midoriya?" A young nurse called softly, approaching them. Inko turned to face her.

"Yes?"She wiped away the remaining tears.

"I know this is a difficult time for you and I'm sorry to have to ask this, but would you mind coming to the nurses station to fill out some paperwork for your son?" Inko gave her a confused look.

"What sort of paperwork, I gave all the information to the-" The nurse bowed her head.

""Y-yes Ma'am. But there's a few other things we'll need to go over."

"i-I see. I don't -"

"I understand, Mrs. Midoriya. It'll only take a minute or two." Inko drew in a deep breath.

"K-Katsuki, will you be alright with Izuku until I get back?"

"Yeah. " Bakugo replied. :"We'll be fine."Inko nodded, turning to kiss her son once more and whisper an 'I love you' before following the girl from the room.

"Damn it, Deku." he cursed quietly and forced himself out of the chair to stand at his rival's bedside.

"Well Deku, you really messed up this time didn't you. Odds are stacked against you, little chance of making it out of this...But what everyone needs to remember, is that that's the moment when you get up and fight the hardest, when it seems like the world is against you. I've watched you do it before and I know you'll do it again. Nothing keeps you down and this won't be any different, it can't be. You wake up and get your ass out of bed, you hear me, Deku?" He attempted to be threatening, but found himself failing.

"Don't think for a second I'm gonna go easy on you either." After a moment, his expression softened. He rested a hand on the mattress close to Izuku's.

"Come on, Izuku. Don't you dare let us down."