To say that Toshinroi was frantic as he quickly wrapped Ichigo up in the covers from her bed, would be an understatement. Once he finished wrapping her naked body up, he collected her from the bed and then moved to the living room to grab his jacket and shoes.

He'd need his cell phone too, but not right this moment.

No- right now he needed to get Ichigo somewhere safe before others with animal based quirks smelled her and came looking with the intention of taking advantage of her.

The second that he was out of the apartment, he drew on what little bit of One for All that he still possessed, and changed forms knowing that he would have to move quickly to get her somewhere safe and as immediate as possible medical aid. Clutching her as tightly to his chest as he dared, he took off like a shot.

His feet pounding the pavement as he ran. Her might have tried to jump from point A to point B, but was reluctant to try for varying reasons.

The fact that the temp outside was cooler than it had been the past several days was one reason. And if he'd jumped, the temp would have dropped even more. And that could prove to be fatally bad for Ichigo due to the fact that she was still wet.

And while the blanket that he wrapped her in allowed for some protection- it wasn't the same for any exposed skin. His speed, coupled with the wind velocity could easily drop her current body temperature into hypothermia.

Another reason not to try jumping was that if he had, and she'd woken up. She would have been disoriented and confused and might have tried to escape him. And if she had succeeded in doing so- she would have fallen hundreds if not thousands of feet to the ground before he could catch her.

And her odds of surviving such an occurrence at this moment in time was practical nil. He wasn't overly fond of having to watch her spatter all over whatever surface she hit when she fell either.

In fact, the mere thought of her falling from such a dangerous height and splattering all over the pavement turned his stomach with nausea. Luckily for him, he hadn't gone that route and besides it was far easier to stop running than it was to try and catch someone in midair.

Knowing the area like he did, he also knew that for her to get immediate medical care- he would have to either take her to a hospital (and there weren't any right there, that would have been too convenient) U.A. or Might Tower.

U.A was a little ways away from the nearest hospital. And while he tended to trust them more when it came to someone's medical care- Might Tower was much closer, and he had a dozen or more people on his pay roll that could help Ichigo as soon as they got their hands on her.

That would allow her to get the treatment that she needed. A chance to get her condition stabilized and check her over for any injuries. And it would allow him some time to get things ready while he waited for her to be taken care of. At present, at the speed that he was tearing through the streets- it would take him seven minutes to reach there.

Once that was accomplished it would take an additional two in a half minutes to get her to medical and hand her over. And he had at least ten minutes of use in his muscle form.

The fight six months ago had cut his ability to use his muscle form down to practically thirty minutes a day, if he was really lucky. Instead of his already dwindling hour or two.

Feeling Ichigo twitch a little bit in his grasp, he looked down at her for a moment and noted that she was trying to press her face closer to his chest. Why? He didn't know, but he still brought a hand up to cup the back of her head and help her a little bit by adjusting her so that she could press her face against the side of his neck instead.

Upon reaching Might Tower, he blew through the front door, and past the reception desk and up the stairs before anyone even realized that he was there. Though it would be difficult for them not to know that he was there given the way that he tended to make mini tornados when he moved at such high speeds.

It didn't even take two minutes to get up the stairs to the medical floor since he was moving so fast, and once there, he finally allowed himself to slow down enough not to make any All Might sized tornados. Which was good since it made it easier for the nurses employed by him to see him and the fact that he was carrying someone and move to help him.

After that there was a flurry of activity that even he had some difficulty keeping track of.

Ichigo was taken from him and laid out on a gurney, and an IV was quickly hooked up to her as several doctors came bustling over to begin checking her. A few of them fired questions at him. Things like- What's her age? Blood type? She has an animal based quirk? Any prior health conditions? Is she pregnant?

He didn't know her age aside form what he'd over heard earlier yesterday about her being in her twenties. And he didn't know if she was pregnant- though the fact that she was possibly going into heat strongly indicated that she probably wasn't. Prior medical conditions? Well, he hadn't exactly had a whole lot of time to ask her stuff and bond. So he had no idea.

But he did answer what he could about her animal based quirk.

Which was considerably more helpful than even he realized. Not long after that, Ichigo was taken back to a room and he was politely, yet firmly asked to stay where he was so that the doctors and nurses could do their jobs.

The doctor moved away from the young lady that All Might had brought in and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall for a moment before finally tugging his mask and gloves off and then quickly telling everyone to get the hell out.

Everyone exchanged a troubled glance with one another, understanding all too well why the man was in a mood and then quickly exited the treatment room. All of them practically fleeing in different directions the second that they were out the door.

All Might had really done it this time.

He'd literally dropped a physiological time bomb in their laps. The doctor thought grimly as he took a moment or so to check the woman's blood pressure one last time. Once he was satisfied that it was good, he set his tools aside and then left the room to go and inform the former hero of just what the hell he'd found since he was pretty sure that he had no idea about what he'd stumbled upon.

God help us all.

The former hero was going to undoubtedly pissed at what the doctor had found. And even more so once he managed to lay all of his findings out for him to see. And to be honest, the man didn't see any part of this upcoming conversation that didn't possibly end with the former pro-hero possibly being held back by more than one person.

He was just going to be that alarmingly pissed. It wouldn't surprise the doctor any if the police and some of the other heroes had to get involved either.

After all, body modifications were illegal for a reason. And the young woman that All Might had carried in had been modified several times. Possibly unwillingly since he had found there extreme signs of abuse and other things as well.