#stop dying please

[witch-doctorate]

*Hawks walks in with a pink-foaming Iida Tenya.*

Remember that one Mantis Mic? I think something like that is happening with this kid.

Can you check on him?

*I wake up, peeling my forehead off of my desk*

Uhm, yeah, bring him in. How bad is it?

[mysomoto]

MITSUBA YOU NEED A YORISHIRO!? WHERE’S THE KEYCHAIN!? WHERE’S KOU!?

[ikebanaka]

Kim Dokja: *yawns and stretches*

Everyone else at his funeral:

[missuszame]

I went back to tumblr to simp on kim dokja i'm sorry

[witch-doctorate]

Intro

Welcome the ever youthful heroine, Recovery Girl. ✨

I'm here to make sure as many students as possible leave the premises alive each year, despite how difficult that is. *coughs pointedly*

Of course I have nothing against Principal Nezu, but let's just say I have some opinions about how things run around here. Though it is important to teach students about the strains and stresses of being a hero...

Anyway, I would appreciate being the backbone of UA a lot more if students (and teachers) were less inclined to break their spines all the time.

Whenever I'm not bringing students back from the dead I'm drinking tea with my rat friend, chatting with my lab equipment, learning drama through whatever kid is victim to my office for more than an hour, and sleeping in my desk chair.

Please bother me if you're dying or hurt, I'll be more mad if something gets infected than if you woke me up from a nap.

(OOC: please tell me to stop something or backtrack whenever you feel like it. I will talk out of character anytime you need to. Constructive criticism is welcome!)

[witch-doctorate]

Katsuki tried killing me again :(

@xxthxnderxx

*I sigh, gesturing you into my office.* That rascal. Tell me what happened, honey. Are you hurt?

[witch-doctorate]

*A student walks in. Normally, that should be fine, except the student did not have a head and was spraying blood everywhere.*

*The student used sign language.*

"Can you help me?"

Holy fucking shit... *I stand in shock for a second before grabbing the student and moving them to a bed, I get a tourniquet, which feels very strange to be putting around a neck, but whatever.

I start a blood transfusion and administer epinephrine and attach a blood pressure regulator while I work on meticulously on cauterizing and redirecting the arteries and capillaries. After a while I remove the tourniquet and fit a makeshift oxygen mask over the open trachea.

I sit back, sighing before grabbing your hands to feel mine as I sign:* 'Where is your head ?'

[dong-garage]

AND LOUIE ANDERSON DIED WHAT THE FUCK DUDE