Hey everyone, sorry this took so long, the job has been cutting into my ability to write, I have also been doing a few side projects that I am hoping to be able to share. I should also mention that I am planning to change my username on here to NaturesStressBall soon, this is also my username on AO3 if you want to look at some of my other work, though I should mention it is fairly NSFW as an advance. Also I again want to thank everyone who has read my work and favorited it and me and especially each person who has left comments.
"What do you mean she won't heal him?!" Ochako looked mad enough to rip someone in half. After it had been confirmed that Izuku had been rescued the other groups were contacted and convened. Tooru was being treated for her knife wounds, injuries that were made somewhat harder to treat by her quirk. Izuku was in the intensive care unit and when the others from 1A had met here they found out from Aizawa that Recovery Girl had refused to heal Izuku with her quirk.
Ocachako had remembered Deku talking about how Recovery Girl had told her that she wouldn't heal him anymore after the incident from the camp, that from this point onward if he was injured he was on his own. That, coupled with the level of damage to his arms potentially would have ended his dream of becoming a hero. She didn't like that but she understood the reasoning of trying to keep Izuku from destroying himself. This though…he didn't cause this, he didn't injure himself from being foolish or reckless, he was injured because some psychopath grabbed him and cut him to ribbons.
Aizawa was the one who delivered the news, he took a deep breath, "The reason she has refused are several fold. The largest being that due to the severity of his injuries her method of healing him may actually exacerbate the problems of blood loss. Once we're certain that we have the hospital secure his mother will be brought to visit him. As it is, the situation is less than ideal." That was putting it mildly, the doctors who had looked him over had felt that it was honestly a near miracle that Izuku hadn't keeled over dead before all of this. He was the victim of heavy blood loss, not to mention multiple infections and complications from untreated unwashed wounds. Not to mention they had found several examples of flesh eating bacteria near what they assumed were bite wounds, as it was the infections were bad but were being managed.
The physical damage was an entirely different issue, his skin had been badly scarred and in a few cases nearly flayed. His back was among the more unpleasant part of it, apparently his captor had branded him with both hot metal and shaped scars. His back was a bit odd as well as disturbing with there being a happy face and hearts carved into the flesh of his back, it would have been funny if it hadn't been so obviously grotesque. He also had damage to his arms from what looked like repeated stab wounds, work had been done on his legs as well though fortunately for Izuku not as severely.
The other problem however was muscle degradation, he had been kept more or less immobile for an extended period, he had likely been given some allowances to move but he had still lost some of his muscle mass. Other tests had shown mild to severe dehydration as well as malnourishment though it was hard to tell if he had been refusing food and water or if he had been denied it by his captor or captors. One other problem had been sleep deprivation which may have been an intentional part of his captivity or simply a side effect of what happened. Between rehabilitation and recovery it might take a month or more before he could e considered anywhere near properly functional. The situation was grim, it wouldn't be enough to remove him from classes yet but it was something that would prove to be an issue.
Mental damage however…that was an entirely different situation and one that would be far harder to assess at current. He had been rendered unconscious during his transport here due to his attempt to fight off his rescuers, a sign of a problem in and of itself. Likely he was either suffering from Stockholm syndrome or he had been turned, though the latter seemed less likely given the level of torture his body had endured coupled with other signs of physical abuse it was possible. There were also the obvious consequences of this sort of situation in victims of attacks like this, plenty of heroes had similar problems and few of them had been held for a period this long and had this much damage inflicted on their bodies.
Part of the issue was that there would be few good ways to get the relevant information. The pro heroes sent with the students who recovered Midoriya had only been able to recover some low level thugs and they refused to say who the actual captor had been. Students had stated that it was a girl who called herself Himiko Toga, and that she had been one of the ones involved in the attack on the Pussycats compound. Aizawa privately hoped that this had been part of a larger operation instead of one of the league as a lone actor. While the idea that the league was targeting students was not a pleasant idea it was better than thinking that a lone actor had managed to stalk one of their students, infiltrate their communications and then evade capture for a week. Either way he made a mental note to begin adding countersurveilance to what he would be teaching his class.
Now Izuku was laying in the intensive care unit, still unconscious, though in this case the lack of consciousness was also partially being maintained by painkillers being used to try to soothe the results of injuries he had sustained. They had been told that within the next few hours he would likely be awake and able to accept visitors and much of Class 1-A had come to see him. The only reason his mother wasn't here at the moment was due to she and her escort being caught up in traffic. At this point they weren't going to lower security on her, not until they were completely certain. Aizawa also knew they were probably going to have to delay her once she arrived, if only to make sure they got as complete of an account of what happened as they could from Izuku.
This was going to be a rough period but first they had to wait for him to wake up, as it was he was probably going to be under for a while. They also were probably going to need to keep him under guard here, at least until he could be moved back to UA. Overall this was a mess, he remembered promising that the students would be safe and this happened. He knew that curtailing patrols may be an option…no right now the priority was to determine Izukus status and make decisions from there.
He checked his phone, his secret weapon hadn't arrived yet. He remembered the arguments he had had with the principal over it but the fact was that they needed all the information they could get. Also at this point Izuku was a student and a victim and if necessary Aizawa would find any other adjective necessary to allow for his plan to work. He wasn't exactly proud of his reasoning but at this point the actions were necessary, given Izukus state he didn't know any other way to extract the information.
There was a sudden sound of excitement among some of the students, he also noticed two doctors and several nurses rushing into Midoriyas room. There was some movement and one of the doctors emerged. "He seems to be waking up and can likely take vistors. We recommend not doing anything that might startle him and be very aware of his condition. He lost a lot of blood so he may have difficulty focusing and may be very tired. Be careful when getting close to him and also remember that he may be anxious." There were a few small chuckles at that, remembering how much he seemed to stammer and stutter. They headed in slowly, Aizawa privately hoping that Midoriya would be in a state to answer questions.
He woke up, his mind was foggy, the last thing he remembered was Togas dark chuckle with her glistening teeth and the cold shine of her blade. He began a mental checklist to try to determine what condition he was in and he was suddenly very confused. The strange thing was that the hurt was gone, well not gone exactly but it seemed to be in a distant room. He wasn't as cold either, he blinked a few times and heard strange noises. He blinked, he didn't feel grungy either, maybe she cleaned him? He wasn't sure if that was something he should be grateful for or disturbed by. He looked around again and suddenly saw his friends, the room was different too.
It still had that oddly sterile smell to it but there wasn't that constant smell of blood that he had become used to. He looked and saw his classmates, he was surprised. Where…where was he? He tried to think, to remember what had happened. It had begun to feel like it had been months, maybe years when he had been captured. He moved his arms experimentally, ah yes there was pain again. Pain that was familiar but he had mobile arms again. He wasn't really paying attention to what was going on around him, though the voices got louder and a bit clearer.
Suddenly he felt arms around him, he blinked, and he saw Ochako. She was saying something about how she had missed him and was so worried about him. But…no, he saw it in her eyes, Ochako wouldn't get so close. No, it had to be Toga, he had to get her away, disable her, stop her from harming anyone else. He called on One for All by reflex and grabbed her. "Get away!" Throwing her with all of his enhanced might, causing her to hit the wall with a vicious crack. She let out a scream and then a piteous whimper, looking up at him with heartbroken and terrified eyes.
"D..deku…why…?" He saw signs of damage, he stared. No…no..did he…did he just? The others stared at him in a mixture of shock and horror. Oh god, he had attacked Ochako, he had attacked someone he cared about. His best friend, the first person to make him feel like something other than a failure. He began rocking back and forth, he didn't know what his arms were doing but Aizawa managed to negate his quirk. There were shouts for the doctors, something about needing to stop him from reinjuring himself. There were shouts and sobs, he wasn't even sure who or what they were directed at anymore as he retreated further into his own mind, sobbing and shaking. Monster, he was a monster.