A large attack had been going on for the past few hours. It was mostly outside the city, however, villains were starting to make their way in. Hospitals quickly filled. Hero students who needed to be seen quickly. Heroes who needed to be seen quicker. And civilians who were taken care of in reference to the possibility of fatality due to injuries.

The plain white colour was all that could be seen throughout basically the entire hospital. The man who laid in the hospital bed in front of you was none other than the pro hero Eraserhead. A while ago, in a different battle, he was forced to amputate his own leg. Whist fighting the current one, the injury ended up reopening. Additionally, a villain had clawed one of his eyes. This meant he was forced off the battlefield by some others to go get himself sorted. He'd be no use to anyone dead.

The hero staring at you as a warm feeling enveloped his body as you healed him. Warm blood soaked your hands, and yet you weren't fazed by it... or... he couldn't exactly see your face, but your body language didn't show signs of discomfort.

"... I apologise for the... mess."

He apologised, staring down at the healing quirk user by his bed. He appreciated the fact that the staff has put him with someone that could heal him quickly... he wanted to go back out... he wanted to name sure his friends and kids were safe. He braced himself using the edges of the bed as he slowly pushed himself up from the bed.