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You chuckled gently as you spun your cane around in your hand, staring down at the pro hero in training, Poison Volley, as he laid on the floor beneath you, beaten and bloody, with his mentor laying unconscious by the wall. “Oh, dear. Don’t look so glum sweetheart.” You purred as you pointed the head of the cane towards him. Atop of the head sat a caduceus logo made of the metal chromium. The logo that’s commonly used for Hospitals and doctor surgeries alike; That’s one meaning at least.
Another symbolism of the caduceus is that it’s recognised with thieves and outlaws.
Not exactly doctor material.
But you wore it with pride.
“Dear boy, your head is in the clouds!” You growled, bonking him on the head before swinging your cane up and catching it.
Poison glared up at the plague doctor that stood over him. It was easy to see the figure was a woman. The overcoat sat tightly over your torso, stopping just below your pelvis. Beneath that was a skin tight flexi-suit. Specifically made for quick and easy getaways.
He looked up to your face. Well, the mask covering your face. He was greeted with two shaded glass “eyes” that sat just above the beak of the venetian mask while the wide brimmed hat shaded you from a clear view. “You won’t get away with this.” he snarled as he began to shuffle backwards to give himself space to get up.
You stood on his foot sharply. Your boot thumping heavily against him. “I know what you’re doing boy. You must remember. That I can break every single one of your bones while naming them. Then, I can put them back together. And THEN I can break them again.”
He watched as you crouched in front of him, staring at him with those lifeless mask eyes.
“Or, even worse. I could bestow upon you the same fate as your mentor. How about… A rapidly deteriorating case of tuberculosis? Or… Maybe even influenza… smallpox… Ebola.” You listed calmly.
“Oh, how about the black plague?” You questioned, giving a gentle chuckle as the colour completely drained from his face. “Now. Are you going to show me where it is? Or do I have to have my little helpers rip the place apart?”
As you finished your sentence, a trail of “rats” ran down your legs and over your shoulders. The hero watched as two pitch black rats ran down your arms and onto him. “Rats?”
You scowled at the sound of him gaining confidence. “Rats? Rats?!” You snarled. You took a deep breath and stood up straight. “Tell me where it is and you won't have to find out what they are.”
“What the hell are you talking about?! You can’t break into a hero agency and demand to know where classified files are!” he barked, watching as the “rats” began to shift and morph, towering over you as static like beings. He gulped as you stood straight once more.
“Now, are you more… willing… to participate?” You questioned. You watched as his fists clenched hard at his sides. A smirk covered your face slowly, not that he could see it. “Dull boy. Using your quirk in an enclosed space? Tut tut tut. .” You purred as you tapped his chin with the cane.
You turned your head to one of the figures and gave a nod. Ignoring it as it began to shift and shape into an outline of you, standing next to the man before pulling him to his feet.
“I know what your quirk is. The ability to create clouds of gases. Different kinds that have different effects.” You hummed as you walked around him. Turning your head to another one of the static figures to make it search the surroundings for the files you wanted.
You threw your cane up to grab it near the bottom before reeling back and hitting him hard across the back of the head as the static pushed him to his knees.
You were quick to move around the front of him and grip him by his hair. Smashing his face down onto your knee a few times before yanking his head up. “I’m wearing a mask, you fucking dunce!” You barked at him. Losing character for a moment before you cleared your throat and forced him to the floor.
“Fool.” You huffed. “I took out your pathetic excuse of a mentor and you think that I wouldn’t be able to do the same to you?” You questioned as you forced the static to keep him held against the floor.
You placed your cane in the pit of his knee also known as the popliteal fossa before lifting his leg up to fold it over the cane. You fought against his struggle as you positioned his leg to tear the ligaments in his knee.
“Three, two, one!” You beamed as you snapped it back, forcing the calf over onto the thigh. Using the tension that the cane caused to deal the damage. You lifted your head up as the static “Whispered”. It had found the files you needed and was on the way back.
You stood back from the hero and kicked your cane back up into your grasp before tucking it under your arm as you got to the middle of the room. You slowly pulled your glove off of your right hand and held it out gently while closing your eyes. “Give it to me.” You muttered.
After a moment, spore-like particles began to emit from your fingers, floating throughout the room, meeting up with the “static” that was making its way towards you..
A few quick seconds later, another one of those static-like beings began to accumulate, holding the files as you held them in your hand.
That was when you heard it.
Alarms.
You snapped your head in the direction of the heroes. That fucking trainee had gotten to the alarm behind the reception desk. You let out a growl and tucked the file into your satchel before grabbing your cane.
With a swift strike to the back of the neck, he was out cold.
“Pathetic.” You huffed as you made your way to the doors.
You needed to leave. Now.
“It was a pleasure, dear boy. But, I must be on my way.” You smirked.
You squinted gently as bright headlights shone through the glass panes in front of you. “Oh?” You smirked as you walked out of the door.
“Gentlemen. What can the doctor do for you today?” You called out as police began to surround you.
“You’re surrounded, Plague Doctor! Hands where we can see them! We have more Pro Heroes on route to the destination. You’re not getting out of this!” One of the officers called.
You looked at the dimly lit streets. “Oh? My hands? Well, if that’s truly what you wish for then I am more than happy to oblige.” You told them as you began to take your gloves off. They had no idea what they were doing.
“I must inform you of the mistake you have just made.” You chuckled as you held your hands up.
As soon as one of the officers began moving forward they realised what was going on. They watched as black spores began to manoeuvre their way down your arm and torso before sinking into the concrete below you.
“I hope that you all have your flashlights. Because they thrive in the dark.” You taunted as the car lights around you began to smash and burst. Allowing you enough time to split from the scene.
You ordered one of your “Shadows” to give you a boost onto the fire escape ladder of the apartments next door before you rushed up to the top of the building. Leaning over it dramatically to watch the chaos down below.
Officer after officer was sucked into the darkness before being spat out a mangled mess of handcuffs and torn up uniforms. Paled, coughing and shivering.
You watched as they attempted to get the officers untangled before you let out a laugh, luring their attention to you. “I’m afraid there's no cure for what you’ve undergone, gentlemen. Good luck!” You taunted, pulling your gloves back onto your cold hands as you disappeared, causing all of the shadows to finally lift from around them, leaving the light of the street lamps to illuminate the area once more.
You left the officers of the Musutafu police department discombobulated once again. Leaving them to clean up your mess while you disappeared into the shadows.
After a long walk through the forestry on your route you bounced over a few fences and into your back garden. The gentle running of water from the pond and fountain that sat within the sand garden soothed you mentally as you came up to the back door. You slipped the key in and wandered through, closing it quickly before resting your back against it.
You took your hat off and threw it over onto the kitchen table before finally pulling your plague mask off with a deep breath. “Fucking finally.” You coughed, allowing your voice to relax from the theatrical one that you would use as “The Plague Doctor”.
The mask was placed down onto one of the kitchen counters before you sluggishly moved to the fridge, pulling out a can of sweet tea.
Without thought, you took off your satchel and threw it down onto the table next to your hat before dropping yourself down into the chair beside it as you opened the can up, gulping down the cold tea as fast as you could.
You placed the half empty can down onto the table as your phone began to ring. You let an annoyed growl as you looked down to see it.
It just read “patient 060.”
You swiped across and held it to your ear. “The Doctor.” You hummed, putting the theatrical voice back on.
“Did you get it?”
“Well, it’s a pleasure to hear from you, dear patient.” You huffed.
A sigh came through the phone. “Sorry, Doc. I saw the agency on the news and thought that maybe you left before you could grab-”
“Are you insinuating that I didn’t finish the job?” You snarled gently. “A good doctor never leaves a patient unsatisfied.” You told him as you looked over to your satchel, noticing the files sticking out a little.
“I know, I know.”
“Mhm, of course you do, dear boy. Now, as much as I enjoy prattling to patients at 2:40 in the morning. I must get on with my life.” You announced before hanging up.
You dropped your phone down onto the table before forcing yourself to stand up. You sluggishly walked out of the kitchen, grabbing the satchel before making your way through the living room.
You ignored the comfort of your couch beckoning you to lay down and close your eyes for just a bit. You needed to shower. You took a deep breath as you wandered upstairs and into your room, looking around the messy surroundings.
“I really need to clean up…” You sighed while placing a fresh change of clothes onto the bed before walking out and wandering towards the bathroom. You hummed gently as you dropped down onto your knees in front of the sink, pressing on the bottom panel to open it before you shoved the satchel under it and closed it back up.
You brushed it off and began to undress, putting your costume into the laundry basket before making your way to the shower.
As soon as you stepped under the water you could feel the stress and worries of the day begin to untangle and wash down the drain.
The water ran over each bump and scar that littered your skin. Up your arms and down your legs. Every inch was covered by water, followed by the gentle smell of cherry and citrus body wash as you scrubbed yourself down.
You didn’t get to take long showers very often so when you had the time, you would enjoy it.
After about 20 minutes you were done and sat on the edge of your bed, falling back with a thud as your head hit the mattress. You were just going to rest your eyes for a little bit, then you would get changed… and get into bed…
The quiet was welcoming.
There were no sirens. No flashing lights. Car engines.
Just you…
You gasped and forced your eyes open as the beeping of your pager alarmed you.
“I swear to god I will kill myself if that thing ruins my peace once more.” You muttered dramatically as you sat up stiffly.
You reached over to one of your bedside tables and grabbed your pager, looking down at the message.
“Doctor L/n needed in unit 3. Infectious patient.”
You rolled your eyes and stood up, dropping the towel onto the floor before picking it up to dry yourself. You quickly got into your uniform before making your way downstairs. You stared at your phone screen as you wandered down the stairs.
“Wooow, I got at LEAST 3 minutes of sleep this time. That’s a record.” You huffed.
The drive to the hospital was a quick one since it was so early.
What?
Are you really surprised that you’re a doctor? AND a criminal?
You’re not just any doctor. You’re Doctor L/n Y/n. The lead surgeon and physician in Musutafu hospital. As well as leading the department of infectious and contagious research.
People think that you are destined to help. Destined to be a peoples hero, but little do they know that all of your titles are the perfect cover for you and your quirk.
Now you’re not fully against humanity. Not like that lunatic Overhaul. But you do have a problem with heroes. Growing up with famous parents seems like a dream to most kids but actually being there?
It’s a brutal childhood of neglect, abuse and overly high responsibility.
When your friends would turn up at school with their bento boxes packed for lunch you would turn up with nothing but cash. Which would be alright, if your parents bothered to look into the school you were in to see if they actually SELL meals.
But you went hungry.
You were alone most of the time. As soon as you were old enough to ditch a nanny, your wonderful parents left you to your own devices with everything. Hell you were even lucky to have a nanny on occasion as a kid.
You dealt with it all, everything was fine until your quirk fabricated.
Your quirk? It’s called Plague.
An unknown infectious collection of bacterial microorganisms that accumulate from the pores in your body at your own command. It’s natural state is a passive one, only turning ‘sour’ with the command from you. The DNA wired within the spores gives them the ability to mutate into any disease that can be carried through corpuscles as long as you have the detailed knowledge of that specific disease.
Over the years the spores have grown in mass and strength to the point of “physical beings” or as you call them “statics” because they don’t look real. They look like things that you would see staring at TV static for too long. Others have commented that they look like shadows and you are more than happy to drill fear into people who think your diseases can be spread through the dark.
You can cure those that you have infected but you cannot erase the damage that has been inflicted. Your quirk is not a healing quirk.
This doesn’t make you immune to getting sick. You can just recreate the causes.
So when you were four years old, at home alone with your pet budgie while your parents were gone once again, and black spores began to thread through your veins until they were unleashed into the air. It was needless to say that you panicked.
Searching for any sort of comfort, 4 year old you ran towards the bird cage as these spores littered the floor and floated throughout the kitchen behind you.
You didn’t know it would kill him…
You didn’t know what it was…
Your parents came home to see you on the kitchen floor, covered in these spores as if it was a full body suit and helmet. A thick layer coddled you as you cried at the dead animal in your hands.
They weren’t there for you.
They weren’t there.
They gave you hell for it. “Why did you go to grab the bird when something you couldn’t understand was happening?”, “Are you stupid? You moved from your spot and killed a bird, you could have hurt someone.”
There was no “Are you okay?” Or “It’s alright, you can’t control it yet.”
It was all your fault.
You gripped the steering wheel as you stared at the parking space with your name plastered over it in front of you.
You were already here?
You shook the thoughts from your head and parked, grabbing your bag before getting out to wander into your workplace. You were friendly with patients and staff alike as you walked the halls towards your office.
You unlocked the door and strolled in, moving to your desk to grab a few different items before making a u turn and walking back out, grabbing your lab coat and slinging it on. After a deep breath you plastered a smile onto your face once more.
You made a b-line to the ward that the patient you needed to see was on. You greeted your colleagues while tuning in on the coughing coming from the back of the room.
You slid the curtain to the side and gave a sad smile to the child that was sat in the middle of the hospital bed, coughing her lungs up. “Hi guys.” You hummed before crouching down to get level with the girl. “Hi sweetie, you’re not doing too good huh?” You cooed gently before standing back up straight and grabbing her file from the bottom of the bed to give it a read over.
“Coughing fits lasting about 20 minutes at a time… stopping for 10 to 15… Fever has risen once more… Hm. Okay.” You muttered before turning your attention to the girl.
“Okay, okay.” You hummed before turning to the nurse on hand. “Do me a favour and grab a glass of water for me please. Make sure that it’s lukewarm, I don’t want anything aggravating the muscle tissue in her throat anymore. Oh! Along with some… I’m gonna say a dose of ceftriaxone and tramadol. Make sure it’s the small gel tablets.” You ordered, earning a “Yes Doctor.” In return.
You turned back to the family and smiled. “Okay, Yua, I’m gonna take a little listen to your chest, is that okay?” You asked.
The young girl nodded as she sniffled, forcing herself to calm down a little. She let you move her shirt out of the way to place the diaphragm just on her left pectoral as you listened. She looked up to her parents who were silently praising her for dealing with everything as you moved the tool around her chest.
You quietly moved to press it on her back, repeating the same movements as you took mental notes.
After a quiet second you requested her to breathe in and then out. That’s all you needed.
You stood up straight and slung the stethoscope around your neck before moving to her files to jot some things down.
The mother of the young girl stood up worriedly. The horns that sat on her forehead paled in colour with her worry. “What’s wrong with her? I-I thought she was getting better?”
You looked up at her momentarily before looking back down to what you were writing. “She is. Well, in comparison to her previous state. Her heartbeat is fine if not a little slow, but she’s on a lot of painkillers right now so it’s understandable.”
“I’m not as worried about the infection as I am of the impact. Her lungs and throat are taking a hell of a beating while her body is trying to get rid of it.” You informed as the nurse turned back up.
You took the water and small pill from her and looked down to Yua who looked weary. “You’re a smart girl.” You commented with a gentle smile, watching as her attention moved up to your face. “Most kids that come in here have no idea what’s going on when I get someone to bring me a glass of water and some small pills. But look at you! Already worried.”
Her parents gave a confused look as you began to talk to her with what seemed to be a slightly sarcastic tone.
You brushed the tone off and bent over to her level, showing her the pill. “This is tramadol. Do you know what this does?” You questioned. “Well, this is gonna stop your throat and head hurting. In this little capsule there’s some gel that looks for the pain and it takes a trip through your blood to find it and to kiss it better.” You simplified.
You watched as her eyes grew a little wide.
“Really? But it hurts to swallow.”
You nodded. “I know, I know. But it’s a teeny tiny pill. With this water it’ll be super easy for it to just slip right into your tummy. And then, you’ll feel much better.” You persuaded, handing her the pill and cup of water.
You all waited patiently as she gained the courage to drink it down. Praising her softly when she did so. “Okay. Well done sweetheart! Now you might feel a little sleepy but that’s fine because we want you to get some sleep alright?” You hummed before nodding to the nurse for her to take over.
Before you left you tapped her shoulder. “Give her the ceftriaxone in about two hours. Make sure that she eats something before it. Then tomorrow I want scans of her lungs.” You ordered as you walked away.
You navigated the hospital hallways with ease as you checked on different patients. You were a little annoyed that they called you in so early to deal with such a small thing but at the end of the day you were a specialist in that field.
You picked the clipboard up from the desk on the third floor and hummed as you looked through the name and information. “Midoriya Izuku…” You muttered, attempting to jog your memory.
“Ah! The one who broke his legs attempting to commit suicide from his school’s roof.” You mumbled with realisation before making your way to his room.
You gently knocked on the door and let yourself in. Immediately seeing Inko rubbing the tears from her face as she sat next to her son, who was laying in the bed tiredly scribbling into some sort of notebook. “Hey” You smiled gently as you walked over.
Softly, you put your hand onto Inko’s shoulder and tilted your head to look down at her. “Can I get you anything to drink? I don’t know if the nurses have offered. Maybe something to eat?”
She shook her head softly as she sniffled. “No no. I’m fine, thank you.”
You nodded a little before looking at Izuku. “How’re you feeling, young Izuku?” You questioned.
“Sleepy…” He barely muttered.
You let out a small chuckle. “Well, you are on a lot of morphine right now. The surgery was a big one.” You admitted. “Now, I’m aware that our psychiatrist has come to visit you?”
He let out a simple nod and hum.
“You weren’t trying to kill yourself were you, Midoriya.” You accused, watching as his eyes widened.
“W-what?” He stuttered.
“I don’t want you to panic.” You quickly explained. “There was evidence left within your bloodstream from a blood manipulation quirk.”
“Now, I’m aware of your self harm.” You started, earning an embarrassed gulp as he shut himself down a little. “Izuku. I’m not here to judge you. I’m here to make sure that you’re okay.” You reminded.
“We all go through bad things. It doesn’t make you a bad person, weak, freak or anything else if you’ve done that to yourself.”
His eyes watered up as he covered himself in the blanket more.
“I know that a lot of people don’t understand how much pain you have to be in to get to that point. But that’s just it. They can’t understand. Their main response is to be ignorant. I’m not gonna punish you more than you’ve punished yourself.”
He nodded gently and gulped, dropping his head forward to cover his eyes with his hair.
You felt bad for the kid. You really did.
“Back to what I was saying. While taking blood samples to make sure that you were fit for surgery we found the remnants of a quirk. And something tells me that they got into your blood through your self harm.”
“Now would you like to tell me the truth?” You questioned.
“Yamaguchi Akemi… I- He-” The young boy stuttered. “He’s the only one in our school with a blood quirk. He can control people through their blood flow.”
You nodded. “Do you know that he did it? Or is it a guess?”
“I know… He… wants to be part of a friendship group and their “leader” doesn’t exactly like me. He was probably trying to impress him.”
Inko covered her mouth once more at the new knowledge.
“Alright. Thank you Izuku. I do need to inform you that the police will be getting involved but you are in no trouble okay?” You tried to reassure before topping up his morphine and heading back out.
Your day was jam packed. You were up and down stairs regularly to check on different patients or even seeing new ones. You were just lucky that it wasn’t your scheduled surgery day. Doing surgery this tired would have been a dangerous, dangerous game.
You were just about to be done.
You looked around the medicine storage and hummed gently, letting a static slowly begin to formulate behind you as you went through different cabinets and drawers, picking out different drugs before putting them into a cooler bag before requesting that the static take it and hide it in your car.
You jumped out of your skin when your pager went off once more. You were quick to check it and get out of the room, locking up behind you. As soon as you started walking another doctor began walking beside you.
“Doctor.” You hummed.
He smirked down at you and looked forward. “You hiding in the med case again?” He joked.
“You think I get peace anywhere else?” You retorted, grinning back up at the handsome man.
He let out a chuckle. “Definitely not. Although, I do think it’s funny that the head clown in this circus is hiding in a closet like a teenager.” He bantered.
“It’s not hiding if you can hear my clown shoes squeaking.” You pointed out, jabbing him gently. “So, what do I owe the pleasure of being in the same hallway as THE Doctor Fukuda?” You questioned.
He jokingly stood straighter and pretended to whip his hair back with his hand. “Well, I’m working nights for the next few days.” He sighed.
“Oh how joyous.” You groaned.
He nodded in agreement. “If I wasn’t getting paid to stay awake at ungodly hours rummaging through people's bodies I’d dramatically drink poison.”
“Oof, sadly that’s not the case then?” You grinned, earning a shove back from him.
“I can’t believe you hate me.” He huffed dramatically.
“It’s true, I despise you.” You smiled as you continued walking beside him. “Anyway, whose body are you gonna be looking through tonight?” You questioned.
“Uhhh, I’m working on two. An exchange from the states, who goes by Barnes Buchanan James and a young boy called Tamashiro Sho.”
“Oof, you’ve got something to prove huh? Well, break a leg.” You hummed, patting his arm before beginning to walk away.
“Wait, Doctor L/n.” He called after you, catching up quickly as you stopped and turned on your heels.
“Yah?”
“What are you doing Saturday night?” He wondered.
You raised an eyebrow and hummed. “Hm. Depends who’s asking really? If its for you?” You began, watching the hope in his eyes light up bright. “Then I’m sooooo busy, Like I’ll be backed up for weeks, maybe even years-” You began to ramble childishly before he shoved you once again.
With a laugh he stared down at you. “C’mon just come out for a meal with us. Once. Just a few of us from work.”
You smiled a little. “I spend most of my time with you guys here, why do I wanna do it on my time off? If I even have Saturday off.”
“You’re doing a surgery on Friday night, I know you have Saturday off.” He cut your excuse. “Plus, you can just stick by me if you don’t really wanna see the others.” He offered.
That did sound good.
Some dinner, maybe a few drinks.
“I’ll have to see how I’m feeling closer to the day. I have a thing or two to do on Saturday but hopefully I can make it.” You suggested, hoping that it would satisfy your friend. Which thankfully it did. Even if it didn’t satisfy him he was on demand which didn’t give him much time to bargain with you.
You sighed thankfully as you began walking towards your office, changing into your coat to go home.
“Heading home?” Kahori, The kind and naturally quiet receptionist smiled.
You nodded as you walked backwards to talk to her. “Oh yeah, finally.” You sighed.
“I’m jealous, I’ve still got six hours on my shift.” She huffed, tapping her pen on the desk.
You took one of the pineapple hard candies that sat in a small packet behind the desk and peeled it open. “You can stick it out. Just pretend you’re busy, no one’ll bother you.” You winked as you dropped the candy into your mouth before turning around and walking out.
“Enjoy your night!” She smiled, earning a quick wave from you as you walked away.
You wished you were heading home. But no. You were about to head out to continue working. Just not in the same way as you were at the hospital.
You had to give Patient 060 the jewellery that he requested before heading to a more “underground” clinic.