Can't Stay Lost Forever [Closed to Hiro & Haruichi]
[Takes place March 14th, two days after Connect the Dots]

Hiro pressed the heel of his hand against his forehead as he pushed through the hospital front door, trying to assuage the pounding headache formed sometime between the third and fifth time he had been sent trekking across the hospital to talk to a different receptionist. Three hours ago, he had wondered how hard could it possibly be to get a copy of his medical records.

Apparently the answer was: very hard. General pediatrics; clan opthamology, off in its own wing; regular opthamology (and why would they have any of his records there?); gastroenterology for that mysterious stomach bug when he was a baby; the ENT for the pneumonia he'd caught that one time... For every department he visited, he became increasingly glad that he'd decided to facilitate the document transfer himself. Otherwise he was certain that something would have gotten lost, or confused, or worse, switched. They could have labeled him as an Inuzuka or something!

The thick manila folder in his hand didn't help at all with his headache, but it did make him feel immensely satisfied all the same. Hiro: 1, Bureaucracy: 0.

Now, to return to ANBU headquarters and give the documentation to the on-site medics. In an arrangement of suspicious convenience, that only meant heading next door. Hiro smiled politely at the front-desk chuunin as he passed, then, remembering the location from the discreet Byakugan-scan of the premises he had performed yesterday, he continued down the stairs to the infirmary.