| No Rest for the Wicked [Closed to Ryuichi and Katsuko] |
[May. 27th, 2009|08:21 pm] |
Takes place directly after Knife's Edge in the Konoha Hospital
After--
After they'd managed to tug Ryuichi away from her grasp, and hauled both of them onto stretchers, and carried them both to separate examination rooms--
After the clinical examination, and the doctor's prounouncement that she didn't have anything a day or two of rest wouldn't cure--
After alll the questioning, and the papers and the report she had to fill out, and the long hours spent waiting outside of surgery where her partner's life hung in the balance--
They wheeled Ryuichi to a room, ICU or something like that, but Katsuko wasn't listening because she staring at his bandaged, pale, unnaturally still face.
She bullied her way inside and dragged a chair up beside his bed, ignoring the oderlies' protests. She'd spent the rest of the time alternately dozing or waiting for Ryuichi to open his eyes, only leaving to change and wash up.
The steady beep of the heart moniter soothed her anxiety and prevented the waiting from becoming unbearable, a constant assurance that Ryuichi was still breathing. What he would be like when he woke up, however...
Katsuko's hand went into her pocket and closed around the unmarked bottle of pills. She'd slipped her hand into Ryuichi's belt pouch during their panicked run, claiming the bottle with the vague idea that he wouldn't want the hospital to take it when they wheeled him into the operating room.
They'd have to talk about that. As soon as Ryuichi woke up. As soon as... |
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| Never Too Late [Closed to Ryuichi] |
[May. 27th, 2009|08:52 pm] |
Takes place two hours after No Rest for the Wicked.
The past three days were lost in a haze of unconsciousness and morphine. It was an excuse for someone who didn’t need an excuse. Ryuichi knew that other missions were assigned while he was out, and it didn’t surprise him when Ise came in bruised and bloody, her uniform ripped and armor dented. The hospital walls rose up around them, an acid smell of disinfectant to conceal the many deaths that had happened. The sun had started to go down, and Ise slid through the half-open door without a word as the first star came up. Neither of them saw it. The walls were thick, and there was no window.
The medics had seen her coming and moved out of the way. They knew her well. They knew Kaede-sensei better, and Ise had the distinct fortune of looking exactly like her. They had the same scruffy hair, the same hard mouth and harder eyes. It was good for getting people to move out of the way. Not so much when they mistook her for a crazy jounin and expected her to react accordingly.
“I head you were dead.” Ise settled herself down in the chair Katsuko had so recently abandoned. It looked worse for the wear, but this was a shinobi hospital.( Everything looked worse for the wear. ) |
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