Chapter 10

Her fingers were prying into his arm shaking him. He had a major headache and if his mind wasn't insistent on sleeping he would've told Uraraka to either turn that damn air up or crack a window. But that didn't make sense, who was driving if her fingers were clawing into his arm?

She let go her presence moving away, he felt liquid trickle down his head, an entourage of images bombarding him. He slid his eyes open attempting to recollect where he was. He felt the one time he had a concussion and they sent Kirishima into get him to stop fighting. He had been fighting everyone who approached not quite understanding what they were saying. If they were brave enough to approach him first then they had to be an enemy. What a great train of thought, well, decent one for someone with a concussion. But there wasn't a Kirishima here right now, but he didn't remember being on the battlefield.

Uraraka was pulling the driver from their tipped-over vehicle dragging them to over to next to him. She was making a line of people, getting them out of the line of traffic before the traffic worsened, or at least gathering people to treat. He pressed a hand against the ground struggling to get up with the world tilting sideways, "fuck"

"Katsuki! You're awake, thank god." She smiled, setting the driver of the opposing vehicle down next to them, "I'll be right back I need to make sure there was no one else in there." Her foot twisted beginning to walk away as he pressed his hand into the dirt, cursing his body at its refusal to move.

"Damn it." His body was refined, he was covered in muscle, there was no reason that he shouldn't of been able to move. He had felt more force in his life then a simple car crash, he glared at the unconscious man next to him, planning on shaking him awake for causing the crash. She came back rather uneventfully, contrary to what his brain was trying to tell him. His thoughts rushing a crossed as incorrigible words the feeling similar to what he would've thought static felt like. He tried pushing himself up again, he was getting aggravated at his body's refusal to listen to him, and his arm refusing to support his body to stand.

"I think you have a concussion, I've already called an ambulance." She whispered upon noticing his irritation.

He rolled over, taking a breath, something was nagging him, "Where's the box I was holding?" That stupid metallic box with Deku's face on it had to be important.

"I grabbed it." She said opening the box, giving it a quick scan before shutting the box again. A soft popping sound came from her car several feet in front of them.

He nodded before sending another glare towards the driver of the opposing vehicle the information rushing back to him, "stay away from him."

"He must've passed out while driving, he's not dangerous."

"You don't know that. Get back." Katsuki coughed as she helped him sit up. He bit his tongue struggling to not snap that he could do it himself. His arms had already proved that he couldn't and provided a sense of vertigo to emphasis their point. The people who were coming after them were smart, they didn't have to kill a hero to get the hero to disappear. Katsuki glanced down towards the person lying there, "Is he still breathing?"

Uraraka nodded. Good. That's one thing off of his checklist, he glanced towards the lights echoing in the horizon. "About time, Kirishima's going to think I was the one driving."

"I'll tell him the truth."

"He knows what shape I'm in, he's not going to believe you, he'll think you're just defending me."

"He's just going to be worried." Uraraka said starting to throw his arm over her shoulder as she instructed the ambulance crew for the other person. She lifted him up as he felt his breakfast burn up his throat. He took a breath struggling to make sure it didn't making its way up. A concussion it was.

He wasn't sure how he had gotten there. But he knew it wasn't one of his favorite places, just by being here, he knew he was going to be required to take a couple days off from work. His head felt like someone swung a two-by-four at it, with what he knew the likelihood of that was pretty high. A nurse walked into the room, mentioning a hello before sorting medicine which he was pretty sure was going to be meant for him in a second.

"Can someone come help me?" The nurse called out of the room, before another person, slightly buffer came in, "I just want to give him his medicine but for the last several days he's been fighting us tooth-and-nail, and let me tell you his quirk isn't easy to fight. He's already burned up three bed sheets, the curtains, and a medicine bottle." The nurse shook her head as he sat up glancing around the room.

"Just give me the damn stuff." He held out his hand, she visibly jumped as he reached for it. "I ain't a wuss, I'll just take the damn stuff, where's Uraraka?"

The nurse set the medicine in his hand like she was trying to defuse a bomb with barely any time left to go. He swallowed the medicine, glaring at the nurse and waiting for the answer to his question, "where's Uraraka?"

The nurse glanced towards her assistant, "Who's Uraraka?"

"Apparently it was the girl who was driving."

"Sir, you have a concussion, you should probably just focus on resting." The nurse scratched her neck, her shoes giving away the fact that she was preparing to leave the room.

"Where the hell is she?" He snapped throwing the blankets off, the vertigo crashing into him like the ocean preparing a tsunami. He let his body drop to the floor, gravity pressuring him forwards.

The assistant went to lurch for him to put him back in bed, the nurse pulling the assistant back, "He's got a fire-type quirk, stay back." She scolded.

"This wouldn't of happened if you just told him where she is."

"If he knew this would've happened anyway. It happened last time we told him. But last time we told him, he went on a rampage, it took four doctors and half of the security staff to sedate him."

"You know I can hear you and those words don't make me very pleased. Where is she?"

"She's in court for causing that car crash." Deku was leaning in the doorway.

"She didn't cause it, that pick-up truck swerved for us."

"Kaachan, you have a concussion, just get back in bed." Deku sighed trying to push him back, Katsuki swatted his hand off of his shoulder.

"Then why are you here and not there?"

"Her request, she had heard that you've been given the nurses a hard time. Half of them are terrified of you, the only reason this one is in here is because her quirk is water-coating, but lately you've started evaporating that too."

"If they'd just give me a damn explanation, I'd listen. I do have a doctor's license."

"If that were the truth you wouldn't be putting your coat on right now."

"They're liars, and she didn't cause the damn car crash if you'd just listen to me."

"They're not going to believe someone with a concussion and they're going to consider that you have motive to get her out."

"It was the middle of the night, there were no witnesses, she pulled both of us out of the vehicles." Katsuki was reaching his boiling point with Deku, there was only so much stupid that he could handle at this point. He needed to get to that courtroom, someone was pulling the strings.

Deku hooked a hand around Katsuki's arm, "Listen. Stop fighting them and I'll go back to the courtroom."

Katsuki let his feet draw him to the bed, he was going to fight his way out of here the minute Deku left. He sat down, sending a glare towards Deku, "Don't you let them twist the story for a damn second. You better know there will be hell to pay if she goes to jail for something she didn't do too."

"Sir, you have a concussion, you don't understand what happened, you-"

"I believe you. And you bet that they're will be hell to pay."