| [Sep. 24th, 2013|10:07 pm] |
“Conference with you and Hound.” Genma’s eyes flicked to the medic, then over Raidou’s shoulder, to the assistant. “Maybe one of you could work on Moon's and Hound's injuries? I think they just need cleaning and fresh bandages.” He eyed Raidou skeptically. “And dry clothes.”
The medic hesitated, then said, “Moon?”
“Shark was taken,” Raidou said wearily. “Finish working on him first before you do anything else. Tanuki, quit reorganizing your own care. You were prioritized for a reason.”
“But—”
“No,” Raidou said, skating the edge of his own patience. He left Genma’s bedside to do his own check on the civilians, who were cool to the touch and seemed to be asleep. The medic’s assistant—Raidou wished he could remember the boy’s name—made a helpless gesture with both hands.
“I don’t think there’s anything else I can do for them,” he said. “They need a surgeon.”
Across the room, Genma made a quietly aggravated sound of—likely self-directed—frustration.
“We’re working on that, too,” Raidou said, and tipped his head towards Kakashi. “Can you take a look at him?”
“Um,” said the assistant, with the expression of someone who’d seen Kakashi be his typical charming self.
“I’m fine,” Kakashi said.
The door opened before Raidou could think of something appropriate to threaten Kakashi with, and the mayor came back in, leading a middle-aged couple with joined, white-knuckled hands. Hisa’s parents, Raidou guessed. They were slow to approach, hesitant, but they went to Hisa. The woman smoothed back strands of filthy hair from her daughter’s forehead, and the father turned to the assistant, pressing him with questions.
There was no one for Fujiyama.
“I have to attend to the other families,” Kudo told Raidou quietly. “Are you—are you sure there was no one else?”
Raidou glanced at Kakashi, who looked away.
“No one else we could save,” Raidou said. “I’m sorry.”
Kudo’s mouth tightened, but he only said, “When you’re done taking care of your own, I would like to hear the full story.”
Raidou nodded. “I can do that.”
“Thank you,” Kudo said, and slipped out.
Across the room, the medic finished winding a last strip of bandage around Genma, and declared, “Done. Who’s next?” |
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