[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/fl36rOW.png[/img] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ [img]https://i.imgur.com/1GzGnyg.png[/img] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 𝔇𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢 𝓒𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯 || [color=#F50A83]#F50A83[/color] ||| 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝓒𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯 || [color=#0A8BF5]#0A8BF5[/color] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬[/center] Fumika had remained silent for almost the entire trip, listening intently every time Jett spoke up with some new bit of information. If she were to speak, what would she even say? That she was worried? Of course everyone was worried, and talking about it didn't seem as if it would help any. All she could do right now was wait - wait and hope that everything would turn out alright. [i]Click, click, click.[/i] Haruka's artificial leg rapped and tapped against the edge of her seat. Her expression was calm enough, but Fumika could tell that she was worried too. When the bus stopped close to the hospital, she was the first out the door, and despite her hobbling and shuffling, occasionally hanging ever so slightly onto Jett's sleeve or shoulder for support, she stayed close to the front of the group. Fumika trailed behind her. Her long legs didn't seem to want to carry her any faster than the pace of the person beside her. Every now and again, she couldn't help but look over. Yoshida had seemed... strangely upset on the bus. He hadn't spoken at all, but she'd seen him grit his teeth and give a look much like the one that had so frightened her when he'd broken down before. She had almost reached out to hug him again before she stopped herself. Everyone had seemed upset when she had done that before, and it had made her feel rather strange, too. She decided it would probably be better to wait until they were alone. Thankfully, it hadn't taken long before his expression had changed again, and he had smiled once or twice. That was good. He had a very nice smile, and it made her think of how he'd looked when he said it was alright to talk about herself. ...Actually, wait... Why was she still thinking about that? Maybe it was because it had almost seemed like he was looking at her whenever he smiled that way... But surely that was just her imagination. Once they arrived at the hospital, they began discussing who they'd visit first. Fumika's first impulse was to go and see Reina, but since they said she was resting, maybe that would only just bother her. Besides, Takeshi and Roy were both very kind to her, and she couldn't help but worry. After all, both of them were very strong, but they were also physical fighters for the most part. They had probably had the hardest time of anyone because of that, and the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't help but worry. Her fears only increase when the familiar shape of Donny slouched into view. Her eyes flashed red for a moment as she looked him over, only to find that, as she'd feared, he seemed to have taken a great deal of damage. Or... well, all of his bones were gone, but then again, he didn't seem to need them, so perhaps he wasn't hurt as badly as she'd feared? There seemed to be a lot of outside chemicals in his system, however, and his body wasn't breaking them down nearly as quickly as she would have expected. They must have had to put him under, although how one would even begin to operate on someone whose organs seemed to be merely a formality was difficult to imagine. But speculation would only get so far. She opened her mouth to ask if he was alright, but her words were drowned out by a sudden cry of pain from her left. Someone had just passed by, bumping into Yoshida, and then he'd doubled over screaming. Her eyes had only just gone back to blue, but before even she knew what she was doing, they flashed green, and in her outstretched hand, the long staff she'd seen Amane wield briefly during their time as teammates flashed into being. Sparks shot from the ends of her hair as it flared up in violent spikes, like the bristles of an alarmed cat. She moved immediately between Yoshida and the unknown individual - who called back a hasty apology as she ran away. Fumika glanced back behind her to Yoshida, who seemed to have recovered himself, and looked more mildly annoyed than anything else. It hadn't been anything serious, then... Right? ...Why, then, had her first instinct been to think they were under attack? This was a public hospital. Heroes were surely alerted and on patrol. Any villains trying to finish the job they had started would be dooming themselves. There wasn't any reason to suspect danger here... And the "culprit" had only been a young girl, about their age. So why was she still so uneasy? As she dismissed the weapon in her hand, she couldn't help but realize that it was shaking. [color=#F50A83]"Yoshida, are you alright?"[/color] She asked quietly. Her eyes had faded back to blue, and her hair flopped back down around her face with a faint snap-hiss of dissipating electricity. He paid her no mind, reaching out to the door the retreating girl had just gone through- And was promptly flattened as it swung back open. Fumika knelt, eyes flashing red as she assessed the damage. He seemed to be a bit more bruised, but thankfully, his ribs had withstood the blow. Her gaze flickered back to green as she reached out her hand, a small ice pack forming in her palm, which she placed gingerly against his rather egregiously pummeled stomach. [color=#F50A83]"...I think you're okay. Sorry. I didn't realize going to the hospital was so dangerous. I let my guard down."[/color] [hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/V7oGvYL.png[/img] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ [img]https://i.imgur.com/yt0zZ3m.png[/img] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 𝔇𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢 𝓒𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯 || [color=#FF741D]#FF741D[/color] ||| 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝓒𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯 || [color=#DFD989]#DFD989[/color] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬[/center] Asuka breathed a faint sigh of relief as the situation seemed to resolve itself. It took her a little longer to do, but using her sister's projection as a reference, it wasn't hard for her to trace a more permanent solution. A sheet of plastic appeared first, followed by a simple square block of ice wrapped up inside. [color=#FF741D]"I think my Quirk's a bit better suited to this,"[/color] She said, holding up the bag she'd made and passing it to her sister's wounded friend. [color=#FF741D]"Well, unless you're set on staring at Wonderboy here for another twenty minutes or so."[/color] Fumika looked up, blinking with surprise. Her own projection faded out, so she didn't seem to object. That was good, at least. [color=#FF741D]"Go on,"[/color] Asuka said dismissively, motioning to the figure who had just rolled out into the hall. [color=#FF741D]"Better check on your friends. It's what you came here for, right?"[/color] It wasn't her place to get involved, after all. These people didn't know her in the slightest. It was unfortunate that they'd been hurt, but it really wasn't any of her business to butt her nose into their problems. She'd be much more useful here. [color=#F50A83]"...Thank you,"[/color] Fumika said quietly, and quickly shuffled away, evidently going to inspect the boy who had just passed by in the wheelchair. Asuka exhaled quietly, giving a sarcastic whistle of "surprise." [color=#FF741D]"Wow. That's rare. She must be really worked up if she's actually thanking me for anything."[/color] She sighed, shrugging to the blue-haired boy slouched beside her before casting one last glance back at her sister. "Worked up" didn't even begin to cover it, really. Sure, it had been surprising hearing Yoshida screaming like that out of nowhere, but even so... Asuka had never seen her sister react so defensively to... almost anything, really. It had almost looked like she was going to take a swing at that girl as she left. Then again, maybe that had less to do with the fact that someone had screamed, and more to do with who it was... She glanced back to the boy beside her. Yeesh. Talk about scary. [hr] As Roy passed her by, Fumika's eyes once more went red as she looked him over. What she saw... wasn't pretty. His body was bruised and bandaged from head to toe, with minor cuts and scrapes here and there. Although his skeleton seemed intact, his muscles were torn in multiple places. But what alarmed her most was the fact that underneath the bandages, his skin was burned and twisted in a way that was all too familiar to her. Obviously, asking "are you alright" was pointless in this sort of situation. Even she wasn't stupid enough to miss that. He had sustained injuries that could be frankly described as horrific, and was currently confined to a wheelchair. But at the same time, she felt like she should have had [i]something[/i] to say. Maybe something like "What happened?" But that wasn't quite right either. She knew, more or less, the situation. Asking him to rehash it was just redundant, and he probably wouldn't want to talk or think about what he'd just gone through, anyway. Then... what? Before she could think of anything, he'd already passed them by, and she watched him go in silence. ...Mentally, she kicked herself. She should have said something. He'd been hurt terribly, and she didn't even know what she was supposed to say. It was just like when... just like when... That was when the reading from what she'd recorded behind him as he exited the room finally caught up with her. Fumika's gleaming ruby-red eyes went wide and faded to a pale, ghostly blue-white, a shift in color that her face quickly mimicked as she blanched, staring with a look somewhere between disbelief and horror through the doorway. [i]The beeping of an EKG. The white curtains, fluttering in the spring wind. A dark shape, lying prone in front of her. The words dying in her throat as the enormity of what had been lost forever settled upon the room like a crushing weight.[/i] She stepped into the open doorway as if in a trance, not entirely aware of what she was seeing - or if aware, still not able to believe it. [color=#F50A83]"Takeshi... Your arm..."[/color]