*gore! but also, if you ever get stabbed, dont remove the object! its the only thing stopping the wounded from bleeding out to death, its like a plug, apply preassure around the stabbing area. just do a first aid course ok, its importent! this is fanfic, so im allowing myself let aizawa remove the... stabbed*
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aizawas eyes twitch, and he opens them to look over his classroom, only half of the class, the other half, including you, were training with present mic at the school grounds.
then, his phone vibrated again, and he pulled it out of his pocket and looks at the screen, a notification from your name tag.
he slides it open and reads the messeges.
"i need help"
"im screwed"
furrowing his brows, he taps the screen.
"you know where to find me"
he puts his phone on the table and leans back, stretching his arms up and groans.
he knew you were training now, and assummed you were beat a little, or just said something stupid out of your mouth. noone could ever guess what would be the next thing you were about to say.
he waits for a few minutes, looking over his students as they all do classwork silently.
then, the door to his classroom opens, and he sees you walking in, crying, your shirt bloody as well as your cheek, your hand pressing to your shoulder, present mic coming in after you while holding your other hand.
aizawa stands up, his chair falls behind him as he sees you cry and bloody, present mic looks all guilty.
he stomps over to you and present mic with an annoyed and irritated face, the whole class looking towards the door as well.
he puts his hand on your shoulder and looks you over, "what happened?!" he grumbles, but you cry harder and he looks up at the blond.
"what the hell?!" he asks his friend, irritated. the blond coughs and starts mummbling and stuttering.
aizawa sighs and takes your hand in his, turning to the door. "look over them" he says, pulling you out of the class behind him, slamming the door with a kick behind him.
he turns back to you and puts his hand on your not bleeding cheek, brushing your tear gently as he looks carefully at your pained face.
he looks down at your bleeding shoulder, its bloody and sticks to your body, but in a closer look he sees something shiny.
he leans down and squints his tured eyes, and then grow back wide when he sees 3 silver heads of screws stuck in your shoulder, sticking the shirt to your body not only with blood.
he grabs your wrist and pulls your hand down from your cheek, and he sees how bloody it is, and then he sees 2 little silver screws screwed into your cheek, your skin breaking at them.
"how did this happen?!" he calls, looking carefully at the screws in your cheek and back to those in your shoulder, his heart beat picks up as he slowly understands the pain you must be in.
you dont answer, just keep crying uncomfortably at the pain, your hands gripping onto aizawas shirt tightly, your eyes red and irritated from crying.
he takes your hand firmly in his and pulls you behind him through the halls, your whimpers in the back as you trail behind him on your way to the nurses office.
when aizawa gets to recovery girls office, he kicks the door open, but theres silence inside. shiit. now aizawa remembers that shes not in school today, and now hes left with this situation.
sighing, he pulls you into the room, the door closes shut behind you as you woddle into the room, whimpering, crying much softer now, still holding your cheek.
he gets you to the sink and starts on cool water before gently cleaning your shoulder and your cheek with his fingers, scared to touch you, watching the screws and the nails he didnt see earlier glisten.
he pulls you in and sets you on the bed, brushing his hand down your shoulder and pushs the hair back from your face gently, seeing how red and irritated your eyes and cheeks are.
he turns around and goes to recovery girls desk, putting his hands on his hips as he looks at it. its been a while since he got a first aid course, but still remembered some of it.
he browsers through the drawers and pulls out a pair of gloves, tweezers, gauze, a needle and thread. he puts the gloves on, and then looks at the senitizer, thinking if he should put it now, and decides to just sanitize the gloves covered hands.
he returns and sits infront of you on the bed, one leg bended up as he leans down to your shoulder, inspecting it.
there are three nails stuck deep in your shoulder, and 3 screws screwed deep into your shoulder. he cringes back as he sees your skin breaking around them.
"okay darling im going to... try and... pull them out" he sighs, his heart starts to beat harder as he scooches even closer to you and down to your shoulder, squeenting his eyes.
even though hes a brave hero, hes still procrastinating, knowing he still needs to pull it out. (phrasing boom)
he sighs and lifts his fingers and finally gets to the first screw. he takes a deep breath and starts to try and pull it out, wiggling it.
you whimper and face palm, closing your mouth with your hand and close your eyes tightly.
"shh... i know..." he whispers, lifting his other hand and putting it on the back of your head and guides your forehead down to his shoulder, holding your head in his shoulder while he tries to pull the screws from the other one.
he wiggles it and pulls it and even unscrews it around, and it takes almost 15 minutes until he finally pulls out the first one.
its a 2 inch stainless steel, stained with blood and a little bit of your meat thats caught between the spirals. he almost gags as he sees it and puts it down and away.
"first one out, how are you?" he asks, but doesnt recieve an answer. he feels your breath, how you are trying to stop crying.
now he sees on your shoulder a hole.
he sighs and goes ahead to unscrew the other 2 screws in your shoulder which takes about 30 minutes to pull them out. hes tired and his eyes are sore, but he cant feel it. he can only imagine whats it like for you.
he sighs and straightens his back, 3 evident holes in your shoulder and still more simple nails in there. and he almost forgot about those in your cheek.
he takes your unbruised cheek in his palm and looks at your face. its still bloody, much less though, and smiles at you gently, rubbing his thumb on your cheek bone.
you look back into his eyes. wide, red and wet, miserable.
he sighs and kisses your forehead once again.
and returns to your shoulder. taking the tweezers, he pulls out the remaining nails that were much easier to pull out since they are long, but very clean and slim.
after 7 more minutes, your shoulder is left without any screws and nails. he sighs deeply and finally feels how tense he is.
now, he ponders if hes supposed to sew the holes closed now or after he pulled the screws out of your cheek as well.
"ok {Y/N}, im going to pull those out and then im going to close it all, ok?" he asks, lifting your chin up. you nod carefully.
he starts to carefully pull out the screws from your cheek. they are much shorter, but still must be very uncomfortable, so he tries being as careful as he can as he pulls, wiggles and unscrews the two little screws from your cheek, leaving 2 little holes in there.
"okay..." he sighs, straightning his back again, "now i will close it up ok? just a few more minutes..." he sighs, maybe comferting himself as well.
he goes ahead and start to close the little holes in your shoulder with the string, being as careful as he can, and hes ready to fucking die from the fact that he needs to literally puncture your skin and pull a string through it to close up the disgusting bruises.
"i have to be honest here," he chuckles aa he closes the first hole on your cheek, "this is not what i expected when you said you were screwed" he chuckles.
he sees as you smile a little and try to stop smiling, maybe because it hurts.
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finally, aizawa is done. he disposes of everything and sits back down infront of you, sighing deeply as he sees you staring at your hands.
he watchs you in pity silently, a little uncomfortable and very anrgy that this happened, but decided to wait before he asks who did this.
you look up at aizawa, and giving him a smile with your teary eyes, you leap forward and wrpa your arms around his neck while crawling up into his lap, hugging him tightly.
he sighs, feeling his body mold comfortably into yours, he wraps his arms around you and hugs you back, feeling your back jump as you calm down your cries.
"hurts?" he whispers. "yeah" you whisper back into his neck.
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