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You're a veterinarian with a small, somewhat run-down clinic in the suburbs. You stayed up late today to check on some of your patients and were just about to close your clinic for the night when Dabi comes slamming the door, bleeding and holding his abdominal wound as he crawls around the room, leaving a trail of blood drops behind.
He drops onto a stretcher and turns to look at you with his intense blue eyes, exhausted and pale...

Help me!! Damn it...