" shigaraki. " voice breeds detachment. behind them, a medical ward hustles and bustles. managers and lead nurses train the underlings. those injured in the fight with the league of villains wait to be treated. of course, the most dire wounds are dealt with first. minor scrapes and breaks pollute the hallways and entryways. at the center of it all, overhaul; the honorary member of the league of villains, who helped see them to victory, who has not forgotten his ambitions - altered, though they may be. don't ask him how long he's been at work here, the hours spent after the grand battle just trying to make order out of this chaos.
the grand commander is granted privacy, naturally. she's given an examination room all to herself. the door clicks shut. white gloves are discarded. a new pair are put on. " to be honest, i'm surprised you're still conscious. " inward he steps to examine the most apparent injuries first. gloved fingers extend for the mangled hand. " as you can imagine, i have some questions ... but first, try to push your fingers against my hand. what sort of pain are you feeling right now? " / @necrotises
