●~Not All There Anymore~● |BEING REWRITTEN|

|11| Why Do You Keep Caring? Just Let Me Waste Away

The roof. It was caved in, blackened and wet from where the storm that had hit. He ran up to it, hopping onto one of the more stable sections. A notebook lay on the roof, stained red. Shouta immediately recognized it to belong to his student.

"No. No no no. Midoriya?! Midoriya, where the hell are you?!" His blood froze as he saw a part of the roof, only about a meter away, was missing. He ran up to it, hopping down and twisting so he wouldn't land directly underneath it. Trash was blown around the room, notebooks and paper ripped and scattered. He turned to look behind him and immediately ran up to the bloody mattress, trying to check the condition of the boy laying there.

"Midoriya! Kid, wake up. Wake up, come on. Goddammit, wake up!" He gently shook the boy, simultaneously trying to figure out a way to remove the heavy plaster resting on Izuku's legs without further injuring him. He shot a call to the nearest ambulance, using the hero's line so he wouldn't have to waste any time. He pulled out a roll of bandages from his belt pocket, trying to clean up any extra injuries that could be infected. Panic was quickly overtaking him.

He almost cried out in relief as Midoriya slowly began to open his eyes, groggily looking up at his teacher.

"Mr.... Aizawa? What.... are you...?" Aizawa shushed him, rubbing his chest as the boy began coughing. Izuku seemed ready to fall back asleep, this time for good, when Shouta stopped him.

"Hey hey. Don't pass out on me, kid. Just stay awake, help is coming. You're gonna be just fine." Izuku listlessly nodded, his eyes half lidded. Blood dribbled down the corner of his mouth, and his right eye was swollen. Aizawa's worry grew as the boy barely reacted to the sirens of the ambulance, not even blinking as medics used special equipment to rush into the room. Aizawa stood to the side of the mattress and continued to talk softly to his student as medics hurried to remove the bloodied plaster from his legs.

Shouta nearly gagged as the concrete was finally removed, revealing bloodied and mutilated legs. Skin was ripped and torn to reveal bloodied muscles, equally torn and mutilated. Pieces of skin were peeled off the legs, blood clots smearing across the rare skin that was still intact. Blood began to steadily drip out of the wounds as doctors and First Response workers shouted for equipemnt, trying to stabilize the child. A police officer tried to question him, but Shouta shut the man down. He could answer questions when his student was safe and stable.

Midoriya let out a low groan as he was lifted onto a white stretcher, only for blood to slowly seep down the sides.

"Mr... Aizawa.... where's Mr. Aizawa...? I need...." Shouta rushed to his student's side, rubbing his arm as the stretcher was carried into an ambulance.

"I'm right here, kid. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. Hold on, okay? You're gonna be fine." Aizawa seemed to be trying to reassure the both of them, clinging to the hope that the could save his student. A year and a half of taking care of that class had done wonders, and now he felt as if he would never forgive himself I'm one of them was even remotely injured.

"Don't.... don't leave me.... please..." Shouta wiped away a stray tear as he was loaded into the ambulance, the red lights still flashing, the sirens ringing in his ears.

"Hey, I'm going to the hospital too. Don't worry, it's just for a bit. Okay? I'll see you just as soon as possible. Where's your mom, kid? I need to get her." A broken sob ripped through the air, making the kid cough and wheeze.

"She- she's no- t here. I.... she- gr- ve.... p- lls..... sui- ide.... my fault...." Shouta's eyes widened in understanding at what Izuku was trying to say.