It would seem that injuries were like the tide. There were periods of time where there was nothing major, and then suddenly there'd be a flood of people that got hurt. And everytime it happened, Izuku's claws would itch for someone to take it out on, to take the blame on. He wanted to pick a fight and make somebody hurt for doing this to a clanmate. And maybe that was wrong of him. Izuku knows it is. Revenge is bad and it gets you killed and blinds you. So Izuku never does. But .. well, with the thing with the Typhoon, at least Izuku has somebody to blame. God, he knew the Typhoon was bad news.
"What happened," Izuku strides over, having been called over by Tsuyu. He looks .. agitated. Ears lying flat and eyes slitted as he demands that of Dimitri. Blood and burns and the Typhoon. Izuku's claws curl into the snow for a few seconds, before he circles around the tiger, conjuring a bag of his herbs to be held. His tail lashes, but, then, he takes a deep breath. Easy. And then he approaches closer, ear flicking. "Alright, easy. I'm going to start treating this, please stay still," He requests, voice a strange mix of 'flat monotone' and 'distress'. God. Izuku isn't made for this stuff, he still doesn't know why he signed up. But .. well, at least he enjoyed it, even if his clanmates were going to kill him.
//elaborate on injuries bls

He says he'll be fine. Izuku, immediately, rolls his eyes. Regardless, the Maine Coon shuffles even closer, still, persistent. He's gotten enough people resisting treatment to last him a a damn lifetime, and he's just a kitten, see? .. Or. Nearly an adult. How scary. Regardless, Izuku's ear twitches. "Thanks, but I'll be the one to decide that for you," he huffs. His signature phrase now, it would seem. .. Honestly, with Jacob gone, he's remembering how to take care of patients from Recovery Girl. Who was .. quite the grouchy caretaker. But he got it now. He understood, he's so sorry, Recovery Girl. The feline's ear twitches as he Tsuyu moves, but he doesn't need to look over at her, seeing as the other's tongue is there. Regardless of if it works or not, Izuku offers Tsuyu a bright, thankful grin. He appreciates that she was trying to help. God knows Izuku needed all the help he could get, these days. Ugh. He'd really have to get to training somebody in herbs. Like .. not to join the medic team or anything, really, but just so they can have some people doing proper first aid. And like .. not just have everyone sitting around waiting for him as they hold the wound. Because then there were in the way. Uh -- anyways, right. While Izuku waits for 'Dimitri' to comply, he drops his back and starts rooting around in it to pull out the supplies he needs. I mean, the wounds were pretty bad, especially the bites. Uh .. he doesn't think they'll need stitching, at least? A poor consolation prize, but one nonethless.