Whispers of thief

Chapter 26 - wound

Chapter 26

The atmosphere on the ride back was shit. The tension was still thick even after they were long gone, and far away at a safe distance. It didn't help that it was difficult for him to breathe with the incoming fever from the shot.

Izuku rubbed his sweaty palm with his thumb while keeping him close. He felt cold, his skin stained with the layer of sweat, making him feel sick. "There is a medkit in the back if you know how to clean a wound."

Aizawa grumbled while pointing at the seats behind them. Izuku gave him a slight nod, somehow on the edge as he reached for the small white box. The heat that built up between them disappeared and Katsuki couldn't help but let out a humiliating sound at the loss.

Izuku was back quickly though, pulling Katsuki close again, hooking the blond's head under his chin. He relaxed when the warmth came back, melting into Izuku's hands that scrubbed the back of his scalp.

"Who are you?"

The voices around him were low, but if he concentrated enough, he could make out some of the words. Izuku didn't know who Aizawa was, and Katsuki didn't have the strength to answer, even if he wanted to, just so Izuku knew that Aizawa was a trustworthy man.

"Not now kid, we have bigger problems."

Izuku grunted in response, not bothering to ask again, and instead, focused all of his attention on him. "Hey, Katsuki, I'm gonna move your leg ok?" He nodded, pushing himself away from the man to relax into the seat.

When Izuku moved down to try and get his leg up, he flinched at the sudden touch, a sudden pain shooting from his leg as the other moved it into his lap. "I'm going to unwrap the cloth now."

He wanted to tell the man to shut the fuck up and stop saying everything he was about to do like Katsuki was a scared child, but when Izuku started to unwrap the cloth, all those thoughts flew out of his mind and he couldn't help but hiss at the sudden pain.

Aizawa glanced down at the wound, inspecting it carefully. "It's a cut, the bullet didn't stay. We need to stitch it." Izuku winced, moving his leg into a better angle. "All I can do for now is clean it and stop the bleeding.

"That's enough."

Katsuki watched as Izuku got to work and tried to focus on the light murmur of the engine rather than the equipment being pulled out from the medkit. Aizawa gave him his spare shirt and put it into his mouth so he wouldn't bite his tongue, being weirdly gentle for the rough man Katsuki remembers.

When Izuku started to clean the wound with alcohol, Katsuki all but screamed in agony. What kind of fucking antiseptic did that fucker use? He did everything in his will to not pull his leg away while Izuku did his job, the man being quick but also clumsy.

"You are doing good kid." Aizawa praised him when Izuku finished whipping out the blood and now started to put gauze around his leg. Izuku's hands were covered in blood, and Aizawa pointed at the sanitizer which Izuku gladly took.

Katsuki spitted the shirt out of his mouth, quivering in disgust when a drool ran down his chin, too drowsy to wipe it away. Izuku was there for him though and wiped it for him with his thumb and Katsuki didn't know if he should be thankful or grossed out.

"We will be in Saigol soon. Keep his leg up and make sure he stays conscious." Thank God Aizawa was here. His nose scrunched as his brain slowly started to function properly. Why the hell was Aizawa here? The timing was too perfect for it to be a coincidence.

Maybe Aizawa just showed up in the right place at the right time? Who was he kidding, the old man shouldn't have even been there in the first place.