Author's Note: Sorry guys I generally haven't been doing author's notes for feeling like it interrupts the flow of the story, but I've got a couple things to say! First, I'm SO SORRY! I know it's been over a month since I've updated there is an explanation on my profile page of why that is. And also I had to reread what happened so far!

General Summarization: The Activist group for Hero Right's keeps dragging people to court, Kirishima is falsely in jail for the murder of his sidekick when it's actually just having an underaged side-kick, our Kaachan narrowly escaped having to be in there too, after some research went and visited Kaachan, on the drive home they [Uraraka & Katsuki] got into a car crash, Katsuki has a concussion. I think that's a good refresher.

Chapter 11

Maybe patience wasn't his strong suit after all. The nurses were becoming annoyed with his constant tapping of his foot and he was getting annoyed with their insistence on sleeping drugs once they found out about his night terrors. Total strangers were the last people he wanted to know about them. Heroes didn't let people see them weak.

Besides the nurses didn't insist on the drugs to help with his night terrors, they just wanted a quiet nightshift.

His door clicked open, likely another nurse offering drugs. Drugs only sedated the problem, they didn't destroy the problem. He couldn't blame them, they were scared: scared he was going to light the hospital ablaze, "I don't want your-"

"I know, but maybe a walk?" A new nurse, she looked younger, not one he had seen before. New staff that was being fed to the wolf because her seniors didn't want to deal with the problem, him.

"Who sent you to sedate me?"

She shook her head, "I figured there was something you might want to see there."

He rolled his eyes, letting his head hit the pillow, there was no way he was going to let anyone see him in a wheelchair. "The outside can't hurt, the rooftop garden is off-limits except to hospital residences, employees, and their guests." She continued, pulling the wheelchair closer. It clicked. She wasn't a nurse. She was the person they sent in for a psych evaluation.

"You shouldn't do things without people's permission."

The woman rolled the wheelchair in, spinning it around, before sitting in it herself, "Let me make a deal with you."

He was tempted to roll over, but there was a glow in her eyes, one that matched heroes eyes of when he was a teenager. A spark that he hadn't seen in awhile. A love for her job. He sat up, whatever she was proposing he was at least interested, "Did you consider becoming a hero?"

"I am a hero, but not the textbook one you're thinking of."

He nodded, he had a doctor's license for a reason. He understood. "I'm not here to do a psych eval like I know you're thinking, the hospital knows of your education and we're quite understaffed."

"So, you want me to what? Become one of your doctors? I'm out saving the world."

"And I am in here. I may not be saving the world, but you'll be damned if you dare say that what I do isn't."

"I'm not. What's this deal?"

"I'm betting on the girl, when they come back and they tell you they've won we'd like you to help our hospital, of course the hospital understands that your prior job comes first, but they're a lot of people here who could use your help and dedication."

"And if you lose?"

"Please, do you think I'll lose?"

He let a smile come to his face, his liked this woman, "The garden, huh? I'll be able to see the city better from up there." She stood up from the chair helping him in it instead. "If Deku comes, don't let him in." The woman nodded before escorting him to the garden, a triumphant smile on her face. She opened the door to the garden, where Uraraka stood.

Her heels sounded unsteadily as she clopped towards him, "Katsuki! You had me so worried!"

He took a breath, unsure what he should say. He couldn't say sappy shit that he held the same feelings, it wasn't like him. He knew his concussion had him acting funny for awhile, they would only worry again, "You set me up" He growled as the female laughed behind him.

"I would say I don't make bets I don't know I can win, but that's my job, I gamble. I'll talk to you later to see what you have to say." The woman laughed explaining where the locks on the wheelchair were to Uraraka before heading out.

"Dr. Gloria said she would, but honestly I thought she was joking. Did she really ask you to work for them?"

"In my freetime basically."

Uraraka rolled him to the ledge where he could see the night city bustle beneath them, "If you ever tell Deku that you saw me in a wheelchair-"

She rolled her eyes, "You do know wheelchairs are a tool? A very helpful one at that. And please, I know you two have seen each other look much worse than that." She paused, preassembly glancing at cars beneath them,"Do you think it's the whole class that's being targeted? What do you think they're motive is? Who do you think would target the class as a whole?"

She was likely thinking the same things that he was thinking. It wasn't the first time the class was being targeted. They were being put to blame for the demise of their teacher. Several radicalist groups had already attempted to attack them. Whatever group was attacking they were getting somewhere. They already had Kirishima in their clutches and were making moves towards both him and Uraraka. His head hurt from more than just a concussion, he needed answers.

He glanced towards Uraraka; a slight smile growing on her face. The city's 'Battle-Angel' proving that woman could be fierce, leaders, in control, and have fun even while working at the same time.

He glanced towards his own hands; hard, battle-ridden, violent, and covered in scars. There wasn't much that connected him to her. If they weren't in the same class, if they had instead met as opposing heroes' firms it was likely that neither of them would be sitting here right now.

"Katsuki?"

He glanced towards her. Becoming non-responsive probably wasn't the best idea for someone recovering from a concussion, she was probably tempted to tell them to extend his stay, "Symbols. There's two, if they can get ahold of me they, meaning whatever group is doing this, can display they're powerful. And if they can get ahold of you? Chaos. And they'll be in control of it all. Whoever is doing this is trying to make a statement."

She pulled herself closer to him on the bench, a glance over her shoulder towards the empty garden, and her voice becoming a hushed whisper, "I saw the paperwork. When we're you going to tell me that they were targeting the class?"

He glanced towards her. It was going to be hard to make her stop the car and let him drive without a proper explanation, "First we should check on the rest of the class."

"But what do you think they're overall objective is?" Her gaze moving from making eye contact with him to reflecting the glow the stars were executing, her orbs glanced down towards him noticing he was shifting, "what are you doing?"

"The wheelchair is just a precaution, come here." She slid her hands into his attempting to support him, he adjusted his grip moving them to appropriate form.

"Should I get the concussion doctor?" She whispered as he spun her.

"Hush before I change my mind."

"What are we going to do?" She whispered sending a glance down towards the night bustle.

He glanced towards the sky, bustling with as many lights as there were people below, "What heroes do, we win."