The extent of All Might’s injury
**(Light gore warning-talking about organs and medical complications as well as injuries)**
This is all based on what Toshinori has told us as well as looking at it in an anatomical level.
This is the best picture we have available of his scar’s placement. A reminder as well that in the manga the scar is actually higher on his chest.
You can see just how far this thing stretches: from his upper pectoral all the way down to his hip (that we know of). By trying to place a basic organ anatomy diagram as close to his positioning as possible, we get this.
This isn’t perfect, but his positioning is hard to match 😅 we get the general idea of where the scar lies. And if we remove Toshi from the screen we can really appreciate the positioning of where this beast lies in contrast to his organs.
Here I’ve outlined all the organs that are within the scar’s reach (marked in red). The blue circles are all the organs that lie directly underneath that crater in his chest. The pink circles are additional organs that are in the near vicinity and possibly could have been affected.
If we assume the center of his scar reached the deepest within his chest cavity, then the following would certainly have been either affected or destroyed:
Spleen
Basically half of his rib cage
Kidney
Half of the diaphragm
Stomach
Lung
At least half of his liver
Both small and large intestines
Now given the close proximity and the idea that this wound would have been much larger when it happened originally, my thoughts are these could also be affected:
Pancreas-as it lies behind the stomach
The heart. It’s sits closer to the left lung, so it easily could have been affected as well.
The other lung could also have been damaged simply from the way half of his chest was crushed and pushed into the other side. This could account some for the constant coughing up blood.
It’s honestly amazing he’s alive, and still somehow managed to continue his career for so long without the public realizing there was a problem. But doing so only exasperated his already damaged body, and the more people he saved the more he willingly destroyed himself.
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Sick Routine
I’m sick. And I feel awful. I don’t really fall sick often but since I live alone, its more important to take care of myself because no one else will.
Here’s a list of things I do to recover fast.
1. Consume Vitamin C and proteins.
2. Steam your face. If you don’t have a steamer, boil some water on the stove, pour it in another bowl, hold your face over it (put a towel on your head to trap the steam) and BREATHE. Eucalyptus oil is a great addition if you have a blocked nose.
3. Keep your feet warm even if it’s summer. So wear those socks.
4. Eat. You need to eat even if you don’t feel like it. Your body needs it more than ever.
5. Hydrate. Drink teas, green teas, masala chai, anything that’s going to soothe you. Ginger, honey, lemon can be added.
6. For a bad throat, I swear by 1 tsp of turmeric and 1 tbsp of honey. Mix it and eat it. I do this about twice a day, once at night and once in the morning.
7. Eat more soup, curry based rice / noodles, risotto - something that’s not bread. I find bread irritating for my throat.
8. Salt water gargling for a bad throat >>
9. Black tea and cinnamon is a great remedy. Another great remedy is lemon juice, 1 tbsp of honey and warm water.
10. Sleep!! Better to not work out either if you’re feeling really bad. A walk isn’t a bad idea though.
11. Tiger balm. It’s amazing! Put it on your nose, forehead, chest, throat and watch yourself recover overnight.
But an issue I thought of immediately when I felt under the weather was - how do I continue my daily habits? I didn’t want to stop being consistent.
So I decided to make it easier.
I allowed myself to take the time off and sleep as much as possible. My eyes felt too heavy to read, so I listened to a short 3 minute podcast instead. I didn’t read in depth articles, I skimmed over the news headlines. I took a 5 minute walk instead of my 1.5 hour gym session. And I didn’t meditate because I didn’t feel like it.
It’s better to take a break and do all you can to recover fully and fast than keep going at full speed and feeling like utter crap for weeks.
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I'd like to ask a favor whenever you have time as I see you as a capable writer and I'm a fan of your writings. Can you PLEASE 🙏 write a story or FIC about Deeks being really sick/or injured and needs some kind of an organ transplant and the only match would be Kensi/ or his Son but he refuses at first because he doesn't want to harm them in any way.
I know it's a little bit dark, but I watched Hawaii 5O and saw McGarrett and Danny, and it was a great ep. Sorry, for any inconvenience, and thank you for all your hard work and writings.
A/N: This one was quite difficult to write for obvious reasons. I wasn’t able to figure out a way to include a bio kid into this, so I hope that’s ok.
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The Other Shoe
Kensi hurried into the bullpen, tossing her purse on her chair as she rifled through mess on top.
“Kensi, hey. Didn’t know you were coming in today,” Callen said, jogging down from OPS.
“I’m just here to grab a few things and then I have to go to another appointment with Deeks nephrologist and then some more tests,” she replied, focusing on finding the last report she’d worked on before everything imploded. She needed something to keep her mind busy.
“And how’s Deeks doing?”
“Um…” Kensi pressed her lips together, a familiar wave of emotion coming over her. “He’s, uh, he’s hanging in there, but it’s been rough. You know he likes to fix things and unfortunately neither of us can do that. We just have to trust that the doctors know what they’re doing.”
It had all started with a collection of vague symptoms. Easy fatigue, frequent headaches, dizziness. At first, they’d just passed it off as the result of stress and lack of sleep. After months though, when the symptoms didn’t go away with a week off and the nausea kicked, they couldn’t ignore it any longer.
A week, and multiple doctor appointments later, Deeks had a diagnosis: Kidney Failure.
It was shocking and terrifying. Deeks was young and healthy, how could one of his kidneys be diseased? The question played on repeat through Kensi’s mind at every appointment, every consult, the treatments that were now a daily part of life.
“Kensi?” She blinked, zoning back in after an unknown amount of time to see Sam staring at her with concern and sympathy. “You ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired and trying to keep up,” she answered with a smile that she knew didn’t make it to her eyes. “It was good seeing you, but I have to run.” In a hurry to get out before Sam asked any questions, Kensi shoved a bunch of random stuff into her bag. “Let everybody know I said hi.”
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“Hey, do you want to build a boat?” Deeks asked, nudging Kensi’s shoulder. She frowned and he held up a tattered magazine with a shiny canoe on the front.
“Mm, I’d need something a little roomier,” she replied, like they weren’t waiting to hear his fate, and simply discussing their weekends plans instead.
Deeks preferred it that way. She’d only seen him crack one, when the doctor first delivered the news, actually giving in to tears and weeks of the unknown. Since then, he’d been almost defiantly chipper, determined no matter what.
“Ok, then what about an RV?” He held up a separate magazine now that promised to hold all the secrets to living the “perfect RV life”. “We never did get around to buying that Spinner van.”
He arched an eyebrow at her, somehow managing to make it sound dirty with a single gesture and returned to his reading.
Kensi studied his face from the side. There were deep shadows beneath his eyes that spoke of exhaustion that no amount of sleep could ever cure. God, she loved him. And she was so terrified of losing him.
Silencing that train of thought, Kensi shifted in her chair, the change doing nothing to make it more comfortable. Everything was wrong here. The chairs were too stiff, the music too quiet and falsely calming, the room too sterile. It grated on her already frayed nerves.
“Mr. Deeks?” called out, peering around the room.
Deeks instantly tensed, head snapping up with a sharpness that betrayed his anxiety. He tossed the magazine to the side, and wordlessly reaching for Kensi’s hand as they both stood, and followed the nurse through to a patient room.
The doctor was waiting for them, which made Kensi’s stomach drop.
“Marty, Kensi, come in,” he greeted them, gesturing for Kensi to shut the door.
Deeks had successfully concealed his apprehension and reached to shake the doctor’s hands.
“Dr. Nehme. I’d say it’s good to see you but…” Deeks trailed off with an ironic shrug. “Well, you know.”
“I do,” Dr. Nehme agreed quietly. From the day they met Dr. Omar Nehme, Kensi had liked him. He was caring, yet straightforward, without any of the beating the bush some of the other doctors seemed prone to. “Why don’t you two sit down.”
They did as suggested, gripping each other’s hands as they sat in the hard plastic chairs, praying for good news.
“Gotta admit, you’re not giving me a whole lot of confidence here,” Deeks drawled after a moment. Dr. Nehme folded his hands together, facing them openly.
“Marty, I know you were hoping that the dialysis and other treatments would be enough to see a change in your kidney function.” He paused and Kensi gripped Deeks’ hand even tighter to stop it from trembling. “Unfortunately, your creatinine numbers haven’t improved. They’ve gotten worse.”
Kensi chest tightened and she couldn’t breathe.
“Ok, well, that’s not ideal,” Deeks murmured. “So, what’s the next step?”
“Right now, your best option is a kidney transplant,” Dr. Nehme answered, looking between them.
Kensi distantly heard Deeks say something, she knew she should be listening, but she couldn’t when everything was crashing down around her.
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A/N: Ok, I’m playing fast and loose with medicine and disease here. Please ignore this. I don’t want to hear how implausible it all is because I already know it.
Part two to follow.
Thanks for the prompt!
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