| [Sep. 7th, 2013|02:29 am] |
Rin smirked. “We’ll go halves on that, too.”
"Which one of us is getting the doctor's paycheck with excessive benefits again?" Kakashi said. "Because I'm pretty sure it's not me.”
“And which one of us gets free appointments from the hospital’s top medic? And also an ANBU’s pay raise?” Rin said. “If you’re not going to finish the red snapper, I will.”
Kakashi gestured with his chopsticks. “Have at.” He watched her drag the dish over to her side of the table before saying, “How is business as a top medic? You said you lost a patient today.”
Nawada Kojirou, age thirty-four, special jounin. Rin sighed and put her chopsticks down. “Poison. It’d already reached his heart by the time I developed an antidote. On the plus side, now we have a new counter-agent against the chemical attacks Mist’s been using.”
"Guess that's a new immunity to add to the rotation," Kakashi said, but gave her a sympathetic look. "Did you have any good luck today?"
“Mm.” Rin picked up her chopsticks again. “They’re firing Mamura from Intensive Care. Good riddance. Bastard wouldn’t know what proper medical procedure was if it hit him in the face. And they want to give me my own team.”
Kakashi blinked. "Your own medical team?" He lit up. "Why did you let me talk about bullshit for ages when you had that up your sleeve? That's fantastic."
Rin smiled, a little giddy. “I get to choose from the candidate pool. Cream of the crop.” She leaned in. “I’m going to have minions, Kakashi.”
He laughed softly. “Poor minions.”
Rin rolled her eyes at him. “I’m better than some of the other surgeons. I’ll even give them days off.”
She could hear Kakashi grinning behind his mask. “To cry?”
“To train,” Rin said. “I don’t hire slackers.”
"To cry a lot," Kakashi said. "And question their life choices. What are you going to do with your team?"
“Research, mostly. Lab-work.” She broke into a grin. “Anything I want, really, within legal and ethical bounds.”
Kakashi rested his chin in his hand, thoughtful. "Does that mean you're getting away from surgery? Or planning to work both?"
“Both,” Rin said. “If I’m going to make Director of the hospital before I turn forty, I need to make at least as many advances in the field as Tsunade-sama did.”
Kakashi touched his hitai-ate with two fingertips, where it slanted over his left eye. "Transplanting a viable bloodline for the first time in recorded history is probably a good start."
“And making an enemy out of every Uchiha in Konoha. Don’t forget that part.” Rin smiled to herself. “I still have a bone to pick with that clan. And a Director has a lot more power than a surgeon.”
He eyed her. “I might be wrong, but I’m almost certain the Director isn’t allowed to have biases against patients.” After a beat, he added, “Not that I’m against it, exactly.”
“An Uchiha brought to the hospital won’t be treated any differently than my other patients,” Rin said. “The Uchiha elders, on the other hand…” she shrugged. “I’m not fond of bullies.”
Kakashi’s smile this time held no cheer. "Me, neither."
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