VITRIOL - Aizawa x Reader

EIGHT: Eye C U

I had forgotten how unpleasant it was to wake up after being knocked out.

Not that it had happened often, but I would have gladly taken a thousand hangovers instead.
"I see a white light..." I grumbled, immediately shutting my eyes again after squinting for a moment. "There's been a mistake...I should smell brimstone..."

My bed rattled, and before I knew it I had the equivalent to the ruckus of a flock of cockatoos shouting into my ear canal.
"Thank God you're awake!" Present Mic placed a hand on my forehead, which made me become aware of the gauze near my brow. "How are you feeling?! Can I get you anything?!"

Knocking his hand away gently, I forced myself to sit up, yelping as I tried to use my broken wrist.
"Well, for a start, could you tone it down, pistol shrimp? My head hurts..." I mumbled, flipping the blanket aside to see my ankle wrapped up tight.
"Sorry...I'm just really glad you're okay..." The blond spoke again in a slightly lower voice, scooting closer to my bed. "You and Shota really outdid yourselves..."

The mention of his name sent me into a panic, my heart rate monitor screeching in complaint.
"Is he okay?! He's alive, right?!" Blindly, I reached out and grabbed whatever I could, which happened to be the man's ear. "Hizashi, you better not fucking tell me he didn't make it..!" His hand encased mine, and I began to fear the worst.

"No, he's alive, don't worry. Injured, but alive. All Might and the kids managed to get both of you out of there." He went on to explain that Shigaraki and Kurogiri escaped, but I didn't really pay much attention. He only stopped yapping when I began to rip my cords and canula out before trying to get out of the bed. "Woah, hold your horses, chicky-babe! You need to-"

"If you tell me to rest I'll turn you into a garden ornament." I bit back hastily, shuddering when my feet touched the icy floor. "Take me to him. I wanna see for myself." He was hesitant, but held his arm out anyway, leading me out of the room as carefully as possible.
"He's really drugged up, so he won't be able to talk much. You can stay with me if you get released first, of course! Don't have a spare room, but I'm cool to sleep on the couch."

Nodding, I tried to block out the harsh scent of disinfectant and sanitizer, limping and leaning a lot of my weight on the pro beside me.
"Thanks, Hizashi. Would it be okay to bring Fuku and Sashimi? I don't think Shota would want them to be on their own..." Of course he wouldn't. He treated those cats better than any human.

"He'd kill us if we didn't." He chuckled flatly, coming to a stop. "Here he is..." Before I opened my eyes, the steady beeping of a heart monitor bit at my ears, but once I did, it faded away. There were so many bandages, I could barely see him, apart from his thick, oil-slick hair fanned out over the pillow. There was a ventilator in the room, but it wasn't being used, so I prayed that he was recovering.

"Could you, uh...help me over to the chair, Hiza? I'd like to stay a while..." I asked, giving the blond's arm a slight tug. He began to lead me over, his body becoming more tense the closer we got.
"It hurts, seeing him like this. He always tells everyone to be logical, then goes and does the opposite himself..." He sighed, helping me into the chair before straightening up. "Anyway, I've gotta go see Nezu and have a chat...Give me a call if you need anything, alright?"

I thanked him quietly and he patted me on the head and left, leaving me with the comatose man. He'd suffered far more than I had, and I hated it. I should've been able to do more, but all I was able to do was keep that freakish creature distracted for a few measly minutes. Closing my eyes again, more for my own sake than anybody else's, I reached my hand out, gently brushing my fingers through his ebony stream of hair.

"I'm sorry, Sho...I wasn't able to help you much, was I? Me and my dumb mouth probably made things worse...I was so scared. I thought you were going to die, Sho..." I murmured, my injured wrist still throbbing as it sat in my lap.
"You helped...plenty..." When Aizawa spoke, I nearly tipped the chair, yipping under my breath when I put weight on my injured ankle. "Head itches..."