[ Any time Recovery Girl works on him (admittedly less these days but still decently often) it feels like he's been hit by a different kind of truck, this one carrying approximately thirty tons of pure exhaustion. How Todoroki's still conscious is impressive, but then, he supposes he is ridiculously stubborn.

The heart rate jump makes Midoriya flinch like it's a personal attack; he glances from the monitor to Todoroki, and then to the nurse in the van with them, but she doesn't seem concerned so he swallows again and laughs wetly. ]

Stop. It's alright. [ The seatbelt presses against his chest uncomfortably as he leans against it, trying to be as close as humanly possible until the van rolls to a stop. ] I can — if you don't mind, I can carry you to your room. Or we can wait for Uraraka to get here with her quirk.