AMBULANCE

"Clear the area!" the EMT shouted as he rushed towards the hero student that had suddenly collapsed. He held up a finger to his nose, feeling for the slightest puff of air.

"He's not breathing! Someone get a defibrillator ready, and get an ambulance over here!"

Pinching Izuku's nose, the EMT blew a deep breath past Izuku's lips. When he tried to do chest compressions, however, he found that Izuku's chest wouldn't budge.

"Come on, breathe dammit!" the EMT shouted as he started pounding on Izuku's chest with his fists. Bruises darkened on his hands.

"I've got it!" a sidekick shouted as they ran in with a defibrillator.

"Hurry! He doesn't have a pulse!"

The EMT charged up the defibrillator and placed the pads on Izuku's chest.

"And… clear!"

The machine gave a pitiful whine as it poured every volt stored in its battery through Izuku. The LED display flickered and went dark.

"Out of battery?" the EMT screamed. "Why hasn't anyone taken care of these?"

The sidekick said, "I took it right off the charger, and it said it was charged."

"Does that look like a full battery to you?"

Sirens blaring, an ambulance pulled up. The back door flew open, and a stretcher rolled down the ramp.

"Come on, we need to get him in there yesterday!"

The medics strained, but they could barely raise Izuku off the ground, let alone get a stretcher under him.

"Don't bother, these stretchers won't take his weight. Get the Midorimover 9000!" Under his breath, the EMT grumbled, "Why'd the inventor have to give it such a stupid name?"

A padded scissors-lift trundled out from under the ambulance. When it put Izuku on top of itself, the lift said in a stilted, monotone voice, "One at a time please."

"That is just one, now hurry up already! Move move move!"

"Why does no one laugh at my jokes?" the lift asked as it rolled up the ramp.

Once inside the ambulance, the medic said, "Check his blood pressure, rookie, I'll get the defibrillator fired up."

The rookie, visibly sweating under the pressure, wrapped the inflatable cuff around Izuku's arm. He squeezed, and squeezed, and squeezed. The dial went past its limit, and still the medic went on. Eventually, the cuff burst with a thunderous pop.

"Cut that out!" the EMT roared. "You want to give me a heart attack too?"

"Sorry sir! His blood pressure is one-thousand over one-thousand."

"Are you stupid? Blood pressure can't go that high!"

"Well, that's what it said."

"Never mind, just help me with the pads."

The defibrillator, hooked up directly to the vehicle's battery, poured every drop of energy into Izuku's chest. As the ambulance sputtered and stopped, Izuku's eyes fluttered open.

"Battery at two percent," Izuku said. "Please be advised, I will enter power saving mode until I recharge. Cognitive functions will be severely limited."

"You're in good company then," the lift replied. "I've yet to meet a human without a faulty motherboard."

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How would the medical field cope with vast physiological differences due to Quirks? Not very well, I'd imagine.