What if I'm him?

Chapter Twenty-One

"Alright, looks good," Dr. Unabara stepped away from Katsuki. "How does it feel?" The two were in the MedBay, his parents watching the two of them from a window on the door.

Katsuki raised his arms, "Good," wincing through the pain.

Dr. Unabara sighed, "Just like your parents. You can't lie to me Katsuki, I know that hurts. I told your father to pick up some pain medication." He moved to the counter top, sitting himself down on the stool with wheels, scribbling on a piece of paper. Katsuki thinned his lips, his wrists were burning him, he looked around at the MedBay, not believing how his parents could have a doctors office and still no medicine.

"Alright."

"I know what you're thinking," said Dr. Unabara, spinning in his chair to face Katsuki. "No, your parents don't have this medicine. It's specific, your body is not in good shape so we need to get you something that you can handle." He stood, going through the cabinets, "You're probably dying for a shower so I'll wrap it up." He pulled out a folder and slipped the many papers he wrote on inside. He walked to the door and opened it, Katsuki's parents rushing inside.

"So?"

"Everything okay?"

Dr. Unabara nodded, "As okay as it can get. These are his documents and files, send them to a safe place." He placed it in Masaru's hand. "And this," he pulled out a slip of paper, "Is instructions for Katsuki's arms. Follow them, I'll be here later today to change his bandages before bed."

Mitsuki shook his hand, "Thank you so much, Doctor."

He nodded.

Masaru hugged the man, "Thank you, let me walk you out."

Dr. Unabara turned and waved goodbye to Katsuki who nodded in return. The two men left and Mitsuki walked up to her son, hesitant at first, but then finally placed her hand on his cheek.

"Come on," she says, "Let's get you cleaned up."

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Katsuki felt violated. He sat in a very spacious office, his parents, who helped him there, stood by his side. His hair was soft and shiny, no longer stained pink, and his skin felt smooth and clean, unlike before where it was rough and patchy.

When his mother said to get him cleaned up, he had expected a shower or even a bath, not the four maids that had come and scrubbed his body clean as he sat in the tub with his arms out. When they had sponged his chest, back, legs, shoulders, and carefully wiped his hands and around his wraps, there were only a few areas left. He was nervous, wondering if they really were to go there, but they stopped short and exited the bathroom. All except for one.

She bent her knees, squatting next to the tub. She said, "Sir Katsuki, are you comfortable with me cleaning you there?" He was so shocked, speechless even. He blushed in embarrassment and quickly avoided contact, shaking his head. Then she continued, "Is there anyone I may call, that you are comfortable with, to clean you?" Again, Katsuki shook his head.

He asked her, "May I clean myself?" She quickly told him no. He was defeated and in the end let her clean his private areas. He was red the entire time, it didn't help that she was completely silent and had to submerge her arms in the tub to accommodate his also injured legs. He wanted to cover his face the entire time, but she wouldn't let his arms get near the water. Once done, she informed him that the maids that had left will be back to aid in moving him, drying him, and dressing him. She asked if he had any objections, but he knew if it wasn't them it would be someone else, and he did not want any more people seeing his body.

As Katsuki sat on the couch in the office, his parents were telling him something he couldn't remember, too focused on the embarrassment. He questioned if that's how the other Katsuki always had baths, just to have other people clean him. Was that the kind of person he was, lazy? He doesn't know and no one would tell him either. He has no idea what character the other Katsuki could have been.