Chapter 12

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   "Where am I, What happened? Oh Fuck! Aizawa!" my eyes shot open and I tried to sit up but a sharp pain ran through my head. I let out a groan in pain and Recovery Girl came in the room. "Oh you're a awake! Good, I wasn't expecting you to be up for another 2 days. You've been out for a week. You got messed up pretty bad there. I tried the best I could to heal you, you need to be careful for the next couple of weeks okay? Your skull was fractured, your hips were dislocated and you broke your wrists trying to stop yourself from hitting the ground. You just wait here for now and before you go home I'll do one last treatment." She started to walk out of the hospital room. "A week, really...Wait! how are the kids?" She smiled "Oh they're fine, just some scrapes and bruises. Well except for Midoriya but you already know how he is because he pushed it to far again."  I had to cover all my bases "Thirteen?" "She's recovering as well. She has some pretty bad lacerations on her back" I didn't want to know but I had to. "How is Aizawa... is he alive?" I closed my eyes preparing myself for the worst. "You and Aizawa were carried out of the U.S.J together and brought here after All Might defeated the villains. Aizawa had injuries to both of his arms, they were badly splintered and his elbow had serious abrasions. As for his head... he has facial fracturing. Fortunately there doesn't seem to be any sign of serious brain damage, but his orbital floor has been almost completely destroyed. We have no way of knowing if his eye sight will be impaired until he heals up."  All of this is because of me, if I would have been paying more attention he wouldn't have gotten hurt. Fuck. He's gonna be pissed at me for not covering him like he asked me to.  "I don't know if it'll make you feel better but, Aizawa did wake up two days ago... and he actually came to see you."  "Wait, why did he come see me? Did he say he was going to visit me again? I need the details Recovery Girl."  I caught myself from smiling  "He said something about you getting thrown. He seemed really concerned about you. He was here for 2 hours, and no he didn't say when he'd be back, why do you ask?"  "He must have been talking about when I hit my head on the ground... did he say anything to you about me by any chance?"  "He didn't say anything specific but he was acting kind of strange. He seemed sad and relieved also, he's never stayed that long for anyone else he's visited. To me it sounds like something is possibly happening between you guys?"  She said with a smirk.  "I'm gonna be honest with you Recovery Girl, BUT, only because I know that you'll keep quiet about it. He's been acting super nice to me, especially after the stories I've heard about him, something just doesn't add up. He doesn't act like he does in the stories, he acts nicer around me. And for the past couple of days he's been especially stressed out but he won't talk to me about it. Its like every time he thinks someone isn't watching he holds his head in his hands... do you think he likes me?"  She smiled bigger "From my experience you won't know until you ask. Also with me seeing his reaction when he walked in, its like his heart fell into his hand. He seemed almost guilty of how you turned out after the fight. He does appear to care about you a great deal. I couldn't hear what he was saying but when I walked past your room it looked like he was talking to you. You'll get nothing else out of me."  I smiled  "Thank you Recovery Girl."  "No problem sweetheart, you get some rest now." She gave me one last smile and walked out of my hospital room. I decided it would be best to get some more sleep to help myself heal up a little more.
   When I woke up Recovery Girl came back and gave me the last healing treatment that she could and told me I was on bed rest until I was able to go to work again. She handed me my things and told me that there was a ride for me waiting outside to go home. I thanked her, grabbed my things and got ready to leave. I noticed that I got handed clothes that were in my apartment, that's kinda weird, but I ignored it. When I got up I felt a little dizzy but I could still stand. I took off the gross medical clothes and changed into sweatpants and a T-shirt, when I looked in the mirror, I realized that they were both black... is that why Aizawa came by? To bring clothes for me, the only thing that was missing was underwear. If a girl would have brought clothes from my apartment they definitely would've grabbed it. If he did grab them for me then that's really sweet of him. I need to text him when I get home to figure out when I'm working next. After I was done getting dressed I put on my shoes and grabbed my phone, wallet, and keys. I made my way to the lobby to fill out my discharge papers and then went outside.... Present Mic? I walked over to his passenger side door "Are you my ride?"  He turned down his music. "Hey Y/N! What it do! Hop in, I'll turn the music way down low for ya." I giggled and got in. I started to tell  him how to get to my apartment, but he said he already knew the way. "Let me guess... Aizawa told you were it was so he could grab clothes for me?" I gave him a smirk.  "I ain't telling you nothin. You'll have to ask him about it, it would so not be dope if I said something. Ya dig." I giggled again and told him okay. When we got to my apartment building he asked if I wanted help inside, I told him if he could spot me to my door to make sure I didn't fall then that'd be great. So when we pulled up I got my keys ready and we made our way up the stairs. When we finally got to my door I got a little dizzy so Mic helped me lean against the wall while he unlocked the door, once we got in he helped me to my bed and told me that if I ended up needing anything to text him or Aizawa, I told him that I would and thanked him. He walked out my door locking it behind him and my cat jumped up on the bed with me. I decided I was going to text Aizawa and ask him about what Recovery Girl said and about my clothes.

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