Izuku was pretty used to dumb little mistakes ruining your entire life. Like with his leg. He hadn't meant to but damn, look at him a month later, still hobbling around and in pain. So -- yeah. Izuku got it. That didn't mean he wasn't absolutely horrified He'd just been exploring, of course. And then he'd scented Kirishima so he followed the scent and there was blood scent and honestly what the fuck. Izuku stops, incredulous, because there was Kirishima and he .. didn't .. have a leg. It was .. under a rock. There was blood. Christ.
"Kirishima, why," Izuku says, pained as he rounds the other to see his leg. Gross. How do you deal with amputated limbs. Badly amputated limbs. Kirishima could've just waited, what the fuck. He's a little nauseous. Izuku just -- didn't get it. He'd also had a lot of instances where he had to ignore them. Or catch himself. Right. Right. Treatment. Izuku groans, conjuring his bag. He's tired and jaded. And he really needs to stop the blood flow. Just bandaging it wouldn't be good enough. Stitching? .. Ugh, no, too big. Holy fuck how did he do this. .. Right. So he could cut off blood flow just above the injury, right? Izuku frowns and conjures a cloth. A stick, too. How did he go about this? "C'mere, I need to stop the blood before you bleed out," He sighs. He hate how he can be calm in some situations but not others. Oh, North shows up with third degree burns? Panic. Kirishima chews off his goddamn leg? Easy. .. At least Kirishima wasn't too panicked. Maybe in shock? .. Right. He'd lug the Maned Wolf back home and make some tea for thta later, too. Still, he shuffles closer to Kirishima, and, if allowed, begins setting up a .. tourniquet, right? Like -- wrapping the cloth around the injury and the stick and then spinning it so it was tight. Apparently you needed to be worried about the limb you were doing this on but there was no limb to worry about so that was .. great. Ugh. There's a professional way to amputate limbs, and this was the opposite of that.