05-04-2018, 02:15 AM
There's -- somebody, nearby, he thinks. Or is he -- is it just in his head? He might have heard snow crunching, and something beyond the blood and snow. He can't tell, shaking as he attempts to make out anything beyond the haze of blood and pain. Still, even the hazy awareness doesn't stop the sluggish maine coon from jolting as he hears Aizawa's voice. Is he -- hallucinating? The words blur together, but he thinks he understands, and attempts to respond regardless.
"I, um," Izuku's voice is unsteady. What'd happened? He'd ... right, she'd just ... showed up and attacked him. He'd put up a fight, but neither luck nor skill was on his side. He ... should have tried to treat his wounds early on, before he attempted to walk back, but what if he messed up? He can't see, what if he grabs the wrong herb? or ties the bandage wrong? He would end up making things worse, and Izuku just ... he's not sure. Moving was problematic as was. "I ... w-was out. I, uh -- got ambushed? I was kind of ... outmatched. I -- I shocked her and r-ran, after, um" Izuku can't remember the words, so he lifts a paw to gesture vaguely to his eyes. It's all red and bleary. Aizawa probably gets the memo, Izuku just hopes the lion doesn't ask anything else. Because Izuku ... probably does not know. Or if he does, he'll probably struggle to put it into actual words, because he was a dummy and let himself bleed out as he stumbled over here. Lack of eyesight was .... not much of an excuse, but blood loss sure did help.
There's the squeaky voice of a kitten, and Izuku feels a little flash of panic. Harrison, right? That's -- very unfortunate. Not a great thing to witness, Izuku bleeding out in the snow. His attention is pretty quickly stolen by some different form of panic, in the form of Killua, however. The Maine Coon is in no position to really react to the sudden appearance, or, uh, sound of Killua's voice, without any way to see the silent feline, but he jolts anyways, attempting to scrabble to his paws. It goes ... terribly wrong, and he's back down in a moment. His heart is pounding hard in his chest from all of the voices, muddled in his ears, but he's calm enough to hear Killua's speculation. Probably attacked? As opposed to what? Izuku wouldn't hurt himself this badly, he doesn't think -- or, uh, at least not his eyes. His vision was very important to him, thank you.
"O -- okay," Izuku agrees without complaint, despite the flash of guilt that he should be able to do this on his own. He'd read up so much on medicine, gotten a medical position, but here he was, letting himself bleed out anyways!! His thoughts are going round and round in circles of excuses and 'do it yourself', if only due to Izuku's lack of focus. Anyways, he's not sure how much Killua knows, but it should be enough for fieldwork, at least. Izuku trusts Killua that much. He had a fairly high pain tolerance, anyways. Even so, the Maine Coon flinches and holds back a whine as the cloth comes into contact with him. He can't brace himself, not without actually seeing the movements, and that's a ... bad feeling. Aside from the occasional grimace, Izuku does very little to react to any of this, because he probably just. Shouldn't. That's more energy than it's worth, honestly. Killua does something weird, Izuku guesses he's clipping away fur? For the gauze he's putting on now.
"Th...that's not gonna be great," Izuku states very obviously, tilting his head in an odd sort of way. He's definitely out of it, but 'stitches' is not a good word. He can't believe a, uh, cat(bigger cat?) is gonna stitch his wounds. He doesn't even have hands. How does that work? Or -- Izuku's not even going to question that, he won't get an answer anyways. Even so, Izuku blearily places a paw forward for Killua, just in case it helped. Or -- no, wrong paw. He withdraws and tries again. Left paw? He couldn't feel it well, but that's the one that'd hurt earlier, so ... yes, this one. Was Killua gonna wait for Jacob to arrive for Izuku's eyes? He'd like for Jacob to arrive soon, actually -- Izuku would like an actual diagnostic as to why he still couldn't see, thank you. His train of thought is cut off by the distant pain of a needle. Ow, unfortunate. Izuku does his best not to flinch away -- Killua's just ... trying to help, and flinching was. Not great. Um.
"I, um," Izuku's voice is unsteady. What'd happened? He'd ... right, she'd just ... showed up and attacked him. He'd put up a fight, but neither luck nor skill was on his side. He ... should have tried to treat his wounds early on, before he attempted to walk back, but what if he messed up? He can't see, what if he grabs the wrong herb? or ties the bandage wrong? He would end up making things worse, and Izuku just ... he's not sure. Moving was problematic as was. "I ... w-was out. I, uh -- got ambushed? I was kind of ... outmatched. I -- I shocked her and r-ran, after, um" Izuku can't remember the words, so he lifts a paw to gesture vaguely to his eyes. It's all red and bleary. Aizawa probably gets the memo, Izuku just hopes the lion doesn't ask anything else. Because Izuku ... probably does not know. Or if he does, he'll probably struggle to put it into actual words, because he was a dummy and let himself bleed out as he stumbled over here. Lack of eyesight was .... not much of an excuse, but blood loss sure did help.
There's the squeaky voice of a kitten, and Izuku feels a little flash of panic. Harrison, right? That's -- very unfortunate. Not a great thing to witness, Izuku bleeding out in the snow. His attention is pretty quickly stolen by some different form of panic, in the form of Killua, however. The Maine Coon is in no position to really react to the sudden appearance, or, uh, sound of Killua's voice, without any way to see the silent feline, but he jolts anyways, attempting to scrabble to his paws. It goes ... terribly wrong, and he's back down in a moment. His heart is pounding hard in his chest from all of the voices, muddled in his ears, but he's calm enough to hear Killua's speculation. Probably attacked? As opposed to what? Izuku wouldn't hurt himself this badly, he doesn't think -- or, uh, at least not his eyes. His vision was very important to him, thank you.
"O -- okay," Izuku agrees without complaint, despite the flash of guilt that he should be able to do this on his own. He'd read up so much on medicine, gotten a medical position, but here he was, letting himself bleed out anyways!! His thoughts are going round and round in circles of excuses and 'do it yourself', if only due to Izuku's lack of focus. Anyways, he's not sure how much Killua knows, but it should be enough for fieldwork, at least. Izuku trusts Killua that much. He had a fairly high pain tolerance, anyways. Even so, the Maine Coon flinches and holds back a whine as the cloth comes into contact with him. He can't brace himself, not without actually seeing the movements, and that's a ... bad feeling. Aside from the occasional grimace, Izuku does very little to react to any of this, because he probably just. Shouldn't. That's more energy than it's worth, honestly. Killua does something weird, Izuku guesses he's clipping away fur? For the gauze he's putting on now.
"Th...that's not gonna be great," Izuku states very obviously, tilting his head in an odd sort of way. He's definitely out of it, but 'stitches' is not a good word. He can't believe a, uh, cat(bigger cat?) is gonna stitch his wounds. He doesn't even have hands. How does that work? Or -- Izuku's not even going to question that, he won't get an answer anyways. Even so, Izuku blearily places a paw forward for Killua, just in case it helped. Or -- no, wrong paw. He withdraws and tries again. Left paw? He couldn't feel it well, but that's the one that'd hurt earlier, so ... yes, this one. Was Killua gonna wait for Jacob to arrive for Izuku's eyes? He'd like for Jacob to arrive soon, actually -- Izuku would like an actual diagnostic as to why he still couldn't see, thank you. His train of thought is cut off by the distant pain of a needle. Ow, unfortunate. Izuku does his best not to flinch away -- Killua's just ... trying to help, and flinching was. Not great. Um.
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