| [Nov. 2nd, 2013|03:36 am] |
Genma blew out a long, tired breath. “This hospital trip is really not going how I’d planned.” He tucked his knees up, making room for Raidou to sit on the gurney if he wanted to. “Is this typical for her when she’s injured?”
Raidou stayed where he was, looking over his shoulder in the direction Katsuko had gone. “No,” he said, turning back after a moment. “She's been off since Trials. I don't know if it's the new team, or the attack-that-wasn't, or what.”
“And I’m guessing she’s not giving you much to go on,” Genma said. “Tousaki’s not the one I’m most worried about on this team, anymore.” He scrubbed a hand through his hair, wishing he’d thought to grab a shower between debriefing and medical care. “You going to be okay? She might have chakra to spare after healing, but you look like you feel like dirt. Do you have a plan?”
“Food, sleep, talk to her,” Raidou said, ticking off items on his fingers. “But I don’t think she’s in imminent danger of exploding.”
“Fair enough,” Genma agreed. “Sorry to leave you with all the work on your own. I really didn’t think I was going to get grounded.”
Raidou shrugged one shoulder. “It's not work, it's my team,” he said. He turned to look Genma in the eye. “And you need to rest. You've been running ragged since you could stand, and I can't use you if your kidneys are melting. Listen to the medics; take the night off.”
Genma blinked, startled by a feeling he couldn’t quite identify. Pleased, maybe? Not that he needed anyone worrying over him, and that wasn’t what Raidou had said anyway. This was about function, but... “Captain,” he said, touching his shoulder in salute, because he couldn’t think of a better response.
A nurse poked her head through the curtain, with Nakamura-sensei right behind her. “Here’s your patient, Mari-san. Shiranui-san’s one of our field medics, so he will undoubtedly be an excellent patient for you,” he said, clearly more for Genma’s benefit than Mari’s.
Genma smiled at her and presented his left arm. “Hook me up. Nakamura-sensei and the captain are making me stay in and subsist on IV fluids and crackers while the rest of my team goes out for udon.”
“You poor thing,” Mari said blandly, all efficiency with her IV setup.
“I got an update for you on Ehime Hisa-san,” Nakamura said. “Nohara Rin-sensei is taking charge of her care. She’s out of surgery but still in recovery. Stable. The surgery was successful, but I didn’t get any more than that. Am I right in thinking the details they wouldn’t tell me have something to do with the poison you encountered?”
Genma glanced at Raidou. “I really don’t know how much we’re at liberty to explain. Taichou?”
“You’ll have to take it up with Intel,” Raidou said. He glanced towards the door.
“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” Nakamura said with a chuckle. “Alright, I’ll get your man in fighting shape and send him back good as new, and leave the mysteries of how he got in this state to higher clearances than mine.”
“I’ll come find you in the morning, Captain,” Genma said.
“If we let you go in the morning,” Nakamura said. “Let’s see how you respond to treatment first.”
Genma rolled his eyes, but Raidou’s face said he was firmly on the medic’s side in this.
“If something happens with, uh, anyone on the team—” Genma started.
“Get some rest, lieutenant,” Raidou said. “I’ll check back in the A.M.”
“Not too early,” Nakamura said. “You need rest, too, Namiashi-san.”
The corners of Raidou’s mouth tilted up in amusement. “Copy that,” he said, tapping his tattoo. “Take care of him, sensei.”
“That’s what we do best,” said Nakamura. |
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