I NEED ALL THE HELP I CAN GET [o, INJURED]

[arcy]

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

[glow=black,2,300]I WONT BE HERE LONG AT ALL ☀[/glow]