All Might Injury Novels & Stories

Cyril… could they be talking about him? I shifted a bit at the corner as they slowly passed, wheeling a surgical tray away, and decided to listen to their conversation from where I stood. “In my honest opinion, that didn't look like an injury one could sustain from tumbling down the stairs. It seemed like an injury from being bashed against the wall or something hard,” one of them continued. “Allie! How would you know that? Are you some sort of a police detective now or what?” the second one said teasingly.

“Hurt? No way. That’s Kai Blackthorn, Aria. He’s a beast. Look at him go. He’s the highest leading scorer.” Lila squinted, frowning. “It’s a rough sport, he's bound to have some injuries." I exhaled sharply. I did not like football. Maya rolled her eyes. “There’s no way he is injured. The guy’s practically untouchable. He’s probably just conserving energy.” “The person I can see who is moving weird is Luke Whitmore. He's bound to have a broken rib from Kai hitting him,” Lila muttered.

*FOOTSTEPS* "How is he?" "He's fine nothing's serious about his injury from his foot." "He only got a minor fracture from his foot tiny cracks from the bone,he might overstress himself by running everywhere and he trip into a stairway causing him to fall and have bruise on his kneecaps too." "T-Thank goodness I thought something terrible happened to him.." 'Who are those people talking outside? I couldn't hear them anymore..'

I’m grateful for the distraction, though their conversation is isolated to the two of them and the rest of the room is tense as hell. “Eat sweetheart, you’ll need your strength. You’re still healing,” Atlas says, though I don’t look at him. I move my left hand slowly onto the table and make a face at how awful my knuckles look. My fingers flex and while its achy and sore, I’m surprised at how little pain actually bothers me. I still don’t understand my injuries, unless I literally had a fight with the boat. Maybe I hit a rock or something… I hit someone or something and I just know it.

But the necessary things have been done, all that's left is for you to heal Anibe: is it the accident that caused this large bruise across your face? Me: oh no. It's... well... I got struck by a chain by some ugly looking thug. He wanted to rape me but Daniel immediately came in and ordered him out. Dad heaved a deep sigh Doctor: sorry about that. We also treated it and it would heal soon Me: thanks doctor. But what about my friends? Doctor: you mean Andrew Del Solo and Daniel Alberto? Me: yes Doctor: Andrew didn't sustain any major injury except his elbow. The rest were bruises. Though his leg which was once fractured had a minor dislocation again. He isn't the one in a critical condition.

“How is he doing, didn't lose so much blood right?’’ I asked, shoving my hands into my pants as I returned to the ward. “It's quite deep. He'll need to come back daily for the next few days to get it cleaned up and re-dressed to prevent infections or tetanus.’’ Alfred answered, wrapping up the injury. I sighed. Swatting my gaze to Alessia, she sat motionless, staring as Alfred rounded up. She must have been shocked. I left the ward. I didn't go to my room, I couldn't. I went down the basement to get a few shots of liquor.

Francheska defended his dereliction. Lylah bit down on her lips in frustration. No names were mentioned, but it was enough to trigger her anger. "Oh please, Francheska, stop defending that brute," Liam scoffed. "Yes, Francheska, defending me won't get you in my pants, ask Lylah how she did it," Raj smirked, standing before the team with his arms spread over his chest. Lylah breathed in deeply, finding her hands tapping gently on her chest as if telling herself to take heart.

Allen gritted his teeth and gave in to the torture. "Oh my! You got hurt?" Mira didn't expect to see his shoulder all wrapped up when she finally took off his shirt. "Minor" "You call this minor? Did it get infected? That must be why you have fever" "Shouldn't be infected. I got treated by a professional" Allen replied groggily, trying to stop his teeth from rattling due to how cold he was feeling. "Ah? Professional? You... Did you get into an accident? A fight?"

She still can't call Liam or text him because she's ashamed of the man and her uncle will surely scold her for leaving. She also entered and she met Astra. "Hey, how are the injured? Are they all well? Because Dindo is leaving tomorrow so there is no one to treat them," Amore asks her. "So far, they are just healing..they don't need a doctor to check their condition anymore," Astra replied to him. "Okay, that's good. All right, take a break. No work for this day. All right, I'll go first," she said then left first.

“I would be taking over his position from now on.” “I-is he okay?” Patrice asked, holding his chest that was still thumping with fright. “B-before... Octavious said that Vincent broke his arms – “ “Ah, it was merely a small fight among siblings,” Prof. Reginald quickly said. “Do not worry, we Morells are built differently. He has long since healed all his injuries.” “And Octavious’ arm?” “All healed as well, thanks to your help, but we are not here to talk about my siblings,” he looked at Althea who has staring suspiciously at him. “Shall we start the lessons?” He smiled at the two, showing his long canine teeth.