Haru's POV

Flashback Age: 14

"Haru, take off your shirt." Dr. Arai instructed me as I sat on the kitchen counter in his spacious home. He told me he wanted to instruct me in proper stethoscope techniques and the only way I'd learn anything is if I put myself in my patients' place.

My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the hem of my shirt. I hesitated feeling uncomfortable. Fight or Flight was starting to take over; I wanted to run away.

"Relax, Haru. It's okay, I'm a doctor." He placed his hand on my shoulder and gripped it tight. His forest green eyes ensnared me and for a moment I felt fear course through me at the intensity behind his gaze.

I trembled as I lifted my shirt over my head and set it on the counter beside me. My skin rippled with goosebumps as I was overcome with a cold sense of dread and terror.

Dr. Arai lightly breathed on the diaphragm of his stethoscope before placing his hand atop my shoulder once more to keep me in place. "Remember they're usually quite cool and you should try to warm them up for your patient's comfort."

I jumped as he placed the diaphragm against my chest, it was still freezing. My heart was pounding unsteadily in my chest. I didn't like this. I didn't want to do this. Every fiber in my being was telling me to run away.

"Your heart is racing, what are you so scared of, little Haru?" He asked with a smile that made my stomach churn.

I woke with a start and panicked as I realized I wasn't in my room. It took a moment for me to recognize my surroundings. I was lying on the blanket-less, pillow-less cot in the stone cell. How did I manage to fall asleep? My body shivered from the cold and I hurriedly wrapped my arms around myself. When I exhaled, I could faintly see my breath in the air in front of me.

Quickly I did an extremity check wiggling my fingers and toes trying to ascertain how bad the chill in the air was and to make sure I wasn't at risk for becoming hypothermic. I pressed my middle and index finger to my opposite wrist to check my pulse. It was slow and weak; my body temperature was too low.

"Good Morning, Dr. Sano...or more accurately, evening-." Shadow Man's voice sounded from the bars of my cell but I tuned out of his words.

I'd slept nearly a whole day? That wasn't good with a concussion and possible hypothermia. I cut him off, "If your goal was to keep my alive for any reason, you should probably move me from this room or make it warmer." My speech was somewhat slurred, that wasn't a good sign. The shivering was getting worse.

The door to my cell slid open with a loud high-pitched shriek. A few moments later I felt a pair of arms encircle me. I didn't have the strength or willpower to resist and flinched as I was lifted from the cot. The shadowy man who'd introduced himself to me in my apartment as Kurogiri, carried me out of the cell and down a long dark hall to a narrow set of stairs. As he climbed the stairs the temperature began to rise but my body was still shivering. Hypothermia had already set in.

Kurogiri stepped into another hallway with doors lining it, it almost looked like apartments or hotel rooms. Were there people living here? He opened a door in the middle of the hall on the left side. It opened to a small plain bedroom with no identifying features. There weren't any pictures or decorations just a plain bed with plain sheets, no windows and a full-sized bathroom off to one side. He moved toward the bathroom and set my trembling form down on the floor before reaching for the hot water faucet.

"W-wait."

He paused and turned to me.

"If my body temperature changes too drastically it can shock my system and stop my heart." I slurred.

"Then what do you suggest?" He asked me calmly.

"B-blankets, th-thick blankets."

Kurogiri stepped into the bedroom and went to the closet next to the bathroom. If I weren't in a state of hypothermia I'd probably have leapt to my feet and locked the bathroom door before he could return, though with his warp gate quirk, it would probably only annoy him. He returned and looked genuinely surprised to find me exactly where he'd left me. He had a thick grey blanket in his shadowy hands and carefully wrapped it around me. Blankets worked better to stabilize the body's temperature as they just trapped the bodies temperature inside the cocoon of blankets and helped it rise gradually.

"Had you not run away from me last night, you could have stayed in this room." Kurogiri noted unaffected by my plight.

"Oh joy." I mumbled sarcastically. "Regardless of where you keep me, this is still a crime, people will know I went missing."

"Will anyone miss you?" He poked at me. "You're an orphan, and surely your colleagues must despise you, you're young, gifted and in such a short time you stole the spotlight."

How did he know so much?

"And after everyone sees this, I'm sure people will think of you as a butcher rather than a surgeon." He smirked as he withdrew a photograph from tucked within his pocket. Carefully he laid it on the ground in front of me.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw a graphic image of the man who'd attacked me, his body half slumped on my sofa his dead eyes staring unseeing into the camera lens. His neck had been slashed open, a precise strike to the carotid, there was more blood near the abdomen, the abdominal aorta, my gaze flicked to his legs, sure enough, the femoral artery near the groin had also been struck. Hesitantly I looked to his wrists, both radial arteries severed. I did that? Those were strategically calculated strikes, each one to an artery that would surely fell him, to strike so many of them, was overkill.

I struggled to catch my breath as I stared down at the ghastly image too terrified to look away. Why couldn't I remember? He attacked me, wasn't it self-defense? Would the police see it that way? No, I was a surgeon, I understood the human body there were other places I could have struck to stop him that wouldn't have been fatal. Did it matter if I was in a panicked state of hysteria? Was I?

"You alright, little doctor? You look like you're going to be sick." Kurogiri watched me closely.

My stomach churned and I scrambled to the toilet as it lurched violently. There were no contents in my stomach to throw up, it was nothing but bile. I wretched again throwing up more stomach bile into the toilet. I struggled to get my breathing and heartrate under control.

"That's not good." Kurogiri remarked casually from the doorway.

"I have a concussion." I replied with a grimace as my stomach lurched once more and I rested my head on my arm draped across the toilet seat preparing for another wave of sickness.

"And what exactly does one do to treat that?" Kurogiri asked curiously as he took a step closer and knelt beside me.

"There isn't really a specific treatment. Just close monitoring, rest and medication to control the symptoms anti-nausea or pain medicine." I replied as I closed my eyes.

"Can I trust you to stay put?" He mused probably thinking of my attempt at escaping him last night.

"I'm heavily concussed and I'm pretty sure my ankle is sprained, I wouldn't make it too far even if I tried." I grumbled bitterly.

"Well that's a relief, keep in mind little doctor, it's in my best interest for you to stay alive, my colleague doesn't share my sentiments and if you disturb him, he will kill you." He tossed a small pad of paper with a pen at me, "Write the name of the medications you need on there."

I scribbled them down and handed it back to him. "Your colleague was stabbed and in pretty bad shape, why?"

"He didn't see eye to eye with some punks who wanted to join us." Kurogiri shrugged. "It happens."

"Often?" I scoffed.

Kurogiri chuckled, "Why do you think I brought you here doctor?" He turned serious as he tucked the pad of paper into his pocket, "Don't go anywhere or try anything."

My stomach churned once more, "I'm good here, thanks."

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