An hour after Hawks was out of emergency surgery, and 15 minutes into a nap for Mirko, someone stormed into the hospital room, startling her awake.

There were several nurse's trailing this man, yelling at him, telling him he couldn't be in here right now.

His response was, "Another word and your jobs are gone."

He was tall, ominous, and threatening. He radiated confidence and power. A man who did anything to get what he wanted. He had an aura of selfishness and displeasure following him, filling up the air in the room and suffocating her.

She felt him looming.

"Ah, the rabbit hero Mirko. Full name Rumi Usagiyama. It's nice to meet you, I'm Hawks' boss." He said, holding out a large hand.

She wondered what hanus acts they'd committed. She could tell, simply from his demeanor, that he was not an innocent man. He had blood on his hands.

Maybe even Hawks.

But she shook it anyways.

"Hawks won't be needing you here anymore." He said, grabbing her hand firmly and pulling her up. Before she knew it she was being ushered towards the door.

"Woah woah WOAH." She said, snatching her hand away, "first of all, hands off! Second of all, Hawks needs a friend right now, not his boss telling him he needs to go work some more." She retaliated.

The man raised his eyebrows and tightly pulled the sleeve of his coat back down, surprised at her attitude and confidence in front of him.

"Well, you're a fisty one aren't you! Do you know who I am?" He asked, looming over her threateningly.

"Sure I know who you are, and quite frankly I don't care! I'm not leaving his side." She said, trying to move back to Hawks, but the man physically pushed her back.

She stumbled back into the wall. He pinned her there, a firm hand on her shoulder.

"Well maybe you should care." He said, an evil glint in his eyes, "Go home, little bunny." He said slyly, then pushed her out of the room.

She went back to reenter the room, but the door slammed in her face. She found her hands out at her sides in disbelief.

She really had no idea who Hawks really was. He was good at hiding everything. He was a great liar.

She wished she could see through it better. She found herself in a single person bathroom, crying, calling Aizawa. She didn't know what else to do.

This was the second time she'd called him at nearly 2am. And the second time he picked up nearly immediately.

"Mirko it is 2 in the morning." He said once he picked up.

Her silence was too loud.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, his voice suddenly softer, more serious. Even through his monotone filter she could hear the shift as his concern grew.

"Aizawa, Hawks- he- he-," she didn't realize it would be so hard to say our loud. She let out a sob.

"Woah, woah what happened? Slow down, deep breaths." He said, wishing he could give her a pat on the back.

"He tried to kill himself." She said weakly, letting out a harsh sob afterwards.

Aizawa was stunned into silence.

He never would've thought. He never ever would have thought. If he had to list heroes he would've guessed would try to jump the gun, Hawks would've been real close to the bottom.

"And he- now- and I was with him and but- his fucking boss came in and- and he literally kicked me out of the room! He literally- he pushed me out! He seems- I don't know what to do I don't think Hawks is safe with him I don't want him to wake up and be with someone he isn't safe with Aizawa I dont know what to do." She sobbed in the speaker.

"Okay, deep breaths. That's... A lot." Aizawa answered, "I say do whatever you can to get back in the room with him and get that man out. What hospital are you at? I'm coming."

She gave him the name of the hospital and left back for the room, informing a nurse about the incident.

She was glad to have the hospital staff on her side. They could help her get that man out. And it worked.

He was forced out and Rumi was able to slip back in. She watched as they removed the ventilator from Hawks' airways. She watched as he sputtered a bit before his breathing resumed as normal.

Minutes later, Aizawa arrived at the room.

"Holy shit." He said, staring at Hawks, then over at Mirko.

There was silence for a minute before anyone spoke.

"Oh God this is all my fault." She said, new tears blooming in her eyes.

"No no. No. Don't think like that. He was lying, he's a really good liar. He didn't want you to know, and he was good at hiding it. How could you have known?" He asked, going to sit next to her, holding his arm out for a hug.

He wasn't usually a hugger. But he knew she needed it.

She cried into his arms, "but I saw him hurting and I didn't realize. I saw him drinking. I heard some of the stuff he would say that seemed off but I barely questioned it cuz I didn't think- I didn't think- I mean we all feel bad sometimes. I just- I always thought it was just that sometimes. Not- not this."

"Look, all we can do is focus on the-" he was interupted by a groan from behind them.

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Hawks blinked awake. His vision was completely blurry and he felt positively nauseous. He immediately felt a sinking feeling in his chest.

Where was he? What was the last thing that happened?

He scrambled to remember. His hearing was muffled as well.

He could hear someone talking. Someone crying.

"My fault." Were two words he made out. Then a different sound. The tones were sad and concerned. He cursed mentally.

He'd failed.

He felt tears tug at his throat. He tried to conceal them, but some noise escaped him instead. A wierd mix of a whine and a groan.

The muffled voices stopped.

"Not your fault." He managed to say, shaking his dizzy head slightly, his whole vision spinning.

"Oh- -- - Hawks.------ Hawks?" He couldn't understand anything being said. He let out another groan. He didn't feel well at all.

He tried to feel for the wound that has been on his stomach, but instead felt a papery substance. Was he in a hospital gown?

God, he'd failed. He'd fucked up. He'd fucked up so bad.

He began shaking his head, bringing a hand up to cover his eyes. He let out a whimper.

The commission was gonna torture him for this one. And it would be worse. It would be worse than wing clipping. He didn't know how but they always found a way.

Then he was sobbing, both his arms covering his eyes, completely unaware of the world around him. He was sobbing hard.

He felt warm arms and soft skin embrace him and desperately hugged back. He was terrified.

"It's gonna be okay. We've got you now, whatever's going on you aren't alone anymore." Mirko's voice said, clear as day. She was the one hugging him.

He wailed, hugging her as tight as he could in his weak state. His feathers were trembling. The tips of a few had turned grey rather than the vibrant red they usually were, reflecting his poor physical health. The longer he was awake the better his condition became.

He could hear clearly again. His vision was developing.

Another voice spoke.

"Kiego Takami." Aizawa said, reading from the clipboard at the end of Hawks' bed.

"Who's that?" Hawks asked, now sitting alone again in his hospital bed.

Aizawa and Mirko both looked at him strangely. He he stared back at them, extremely confused.

"That's you." Aizawa stated.

Hawks stayed silent.

"Did you- did you even know that was your name?" Mirko asked weakly. She knew nothing about him.

Hawks was silent again for a minute before answering with a soft, "nope."

Mirko and Aizawa we're in slight disbelief.

"How can you not know your own name?"

"Ive- I've been Hawks since I was five. No one ever called me Kiego. I didnt- I don't even know how to spell it." He said with an uncomfortable chuckle, "do you- do you guys think I'll be out of here by the morning?" He asked, holding his arms uncomfortably.

"What? No definitely not." Mirko said, appalled that he would even consider trying to get back to work already.

But Hawks looked ready to cry again, "you think if I really really asked them?"

Then a nurse walked in the room.

"No. You're going to a mental hospital." She said, checking his IV, noting his vitals.

"What!?" He asked, his face paling, "no- no I can't I have to get back to work! I have to- I have to-" he felt sick to his stomach.

The commission was going to hurt him so badly.

The nurse looked over to the two others in the room strangely, "the psychologist will be here in the morning. Around seven." She said, "but we have emergency counselors. Do you need someone now?" She offered.

Everyone looked to Hawks.

"No! No- just-" he felt sick to his stomach. He had a flash of his wings bloody and bleeding, his stomach torn wide open, "I have to go back to work you don't understand." He cried, "I can't be here longer I have to- I have to be at work in the morning!"

Aizawa shook his head to the nurse and went to sit next to Hawks' bed.

"Why do you have to go to work?" He asked calmly.

Hawks looked ready to start bawling, that or throw up. Or both. He didn't want to talk about this. He couldn't. They could get hurt.

So he just shook his head, trying to keep his secret.

"Takami, I need you to talk to me. Nothing will ever get better if you don't ask for help." Aizawa said.

"That's why I tried to fucking kill myself!" He yelled, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation, "don't you get it? I can't! I can't- I can't ask for help! Even if I wanted to- I want to. I want help but i can't-" he paused to let out a hiccup as tears streamed down his cheeks again, "I can't."

Aizawa took a deep breath, then exhaled.

"Is someone threatening you?" Aizawa asked, his voice placid as a puddle.

Some kind of understanding clicked in Mirko's head.

"Is it your boss?" She asked, watching Hawks pale even more.

"was he here!?" He asked, forgetting the initially question, his voice another level of scared. Even Aizawa looked surprised.

Mirko nodded slowly. Hawks stared away and at the wall, completely leaving reality. He wouldn't respond to his name. He wouldn't respond when people shook him.

He couldnt think anything except for the amount of torture he'd earned himself. And if Mirko had interacted with him at all? She could get hurt too.

He was gonna get in so much trouble. Everything was falling apart.

He brought an uneasy hand to his stomach, feeling it finally flip under his intense anxiety.

"When he-" he swallowed harshly, "when he was here did you talk to him at all?" Hawks asked. He was so nervous he felt sick to his stomach. He was praying the answer was no, even though he didn't believe in a god. He prayed that she hadn't even seen his face. That his boss didn't even know about Mirko's existence.

Who was he kidding.

His boss knew everything.

"Yes. Why?" Mirko asked, eyeing Hawks nervously.

She watched him gag, tearing his eyes away from her, "I think I'm gonna throw up."

This was bad.
This was all really really bad.