Lean on me when // private // you're not strong

[arcy]

Izuku knew a lot about medicine, for someone who hadn't ever been trained. And that was just it -- everything he knew about herbs was from books. He'd wanted to ask one of the medicsor someone to teach him, back in his old groups, but ... well, they'd had enough people on the medic team that he got the feeling he'd be brushed off. Izuku didn't even want to be a full-fledged medic or whatever, he just wanted to have field knowledge so he could help people. It'd just spiraled from there, really -- one book turned into three, and next thing he knew, he'd collected almost a whole series on it. He wasn't even done reading them all after a few months, and he'd soaked it all up like a sponge. He didn't claim to be perfect, though -- he didn't actually have a lot of experience, with only the handful of wounds he or Todoroki would receive, or the occasional stranger he ran into. It always left him feeling good, afterwards, as compared to the awful, weighting feeling after fleeing from a fight or something. He didn't mind battle, though, not really. Izuku was practically made for it, the rush of adrenaline through his veins, the warm glow of success. Those were just ... scuffles, without any cause or reason Izuku has been privy to.
This, however, isn't especially relevant. Izuku had just been on a walk -- it was something he did frequently, if only because of how restless he was. He's surprised his walks haven't gotten him into more trouble lately, considering how often they usually ended in something happening. And then, as if on cue -- he sees something out of the corner of his eyes. A flash of worry hits him, and when the little maine coon spins around, it seems his worry(usually paranoia, really) had been, well, correct. There's a husky -- husky? Wolfdog? Either way, he's laying there, and oh that's Jacob isn't it. He only knows Jacob in passing, but there he is, sprawled out on the ground. He looks like he's in -- pain? Either way, Jacob looks distraught and that's when the panic kicks in.
Izuku scrabbles forward, and though he skids a little against the snow, manages to dash over to the wolfdog in record time. His halt causes him to slide a little and kick up some snow, but the maine coon, again, barely notices. What'd happened? He knows that the other had gotten -- injured or something, but why was he just lying there?
"Wh-What happened? What's wrong?" Izuku demands, somewhat panicked and his paws are already itching for his medicine, or first aid, or whatever. He left his bag at camp, though, and apparently that's not something he should do. Conjuring it up will be ... hard. As it is, he doesn't even know what's wrong, and he's not even entirely sure he'll get an answer. No, seriously, literally nobody answers when he asks, and he doesn't want to just ... drag Jacob home and forget it.

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