Katsuki woke up, he didn't sleep well at all, it wasn't even five in the morning yet, he sat up, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep again now.
He got up off the chair and stretched his arms, he wandered upstairs and opened the door to his room.
He decided maybe it would be better to treat Izuku while he was asleep, so he wouldn't be as aware of what he was doing.
He sat on the bed, beside his sleeping body. At least one of them could sleep, he brushed his hair out of his face, his face wound had bled all over his pillow, oh well, that could be cleaned. He gently lifted the boy up so he was sat up, and god was he light. It was as if the boy hadn't eaten for about a month. He fished out his phone from his pocket and very quickly got some pictures of the state of him. He would need this for later.
He sighed and turned to the first aid kit on his lap, he opened the box, pulling out some of the contents.
He looked up at the boy again, who was somehow still asleep. He grabbed a cotton pad and gently soaked it in a fluid to clean his wounds, he gently pressed it against his injuries. Now and then gently dabbing it on another part, he could feel how uneven it was, clearly whoever did it wasn't very experienced.
He put down the now large pile of cotton pads and grabbed a few wipes, he used them just to tidy it up, and clear away any cotton that might have gotten stuck up in his injuries.
He got out a few large pads from the box, these would then be pressed against the wound, while he taped them down, he used quite a bit on tape, before wrapping it all up in a small roll of bandages, it ended up with the boys fluffy hair half pressed down onto his head, it had to be, he needed the bandage to keep his injuries covered.
Katsuki say back and looked at his handiwork. It had worked. His face looked cleaner, and almost as if there wasn't anything wrong with it. He pulled down the covers, noticing he was fully covered. He sighed, deciding to change him out of his clothes. He looked down at the bag and pulled out another set of clothes. He then turned back to Izuku and slowly stripped his top half. The sight would have been enough to make someone faint. His entire chest was covered in scars, some new. He also noticed a freshly made gash just below his neck. He sighed, taking more pictures of the poor kids injuries. He then went ahead and patched up the new set. He leaned him forwards, to check his back. Which was equally as bad. He did the same as before, before putting another shirt on him, this boy had been clever enough to wear a black shirt earlier, the blood wasn't visible on its outside. He moved down to his lower half, and even he jerked back when he saw the state of the boys' legs. They seemed the most damaged. He gagged at the sight of his right leg, some points even looked as if they were cut to the bone. Why did he let himself live his way? He went ahead to take pictures of it all, he even got close up shots of he worst injuries, both because it was good evidence and that he wanted to understand just how deep they were, at this point he was running out of supplies to keep his injuries covered. Katsuki sighed, at the end he had no more supplies. But Izuku's whole body had been tended to. Which gave katsuki just a little bit of relief.
He stood up and walked out of the room.
Returning to his previous spot. He glanced at his phone, before checking all of his pictures. He felt sick looking at some of them.
He turned back to the chat.
Bomb boy had joined the chat
Bomb boy: anyone up?
Shadow birb: what's up.
Bomb boy: I've just saw the state deku's body is in.
Shadow birb: how is it?
Bomb boy: it's disgusting. I felt sick looking at it.
Shadow birb: why?
Bomb boy: he's covered in injuries.
Shadow birb: did you take pictures?
Bomb boy: duh. I need something to show Aizawa. He won't believe me otherwise.
