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Sanity returned with something that sounded a lot like, "Oh, for fuck's sake," as people rushed through the door.
Raidou lashed out at the first hand to touch him, but bandaged burns and a half-healed shoulderblade did a lot for slowing his reflexes, and the medic managed to dodge whilst turning him over. He grabbed the man's arm, felt vaguely familiar chakra, and looked up into a pair of calm blue eyes--a medic he almost recognized.
"Mornin', Namiashi-san. Getting a head start on the day, I see."
Raidou made a noise that had more in common with groaning than actual human speech. Sweat stung his half-closed eyes. On the other side of the bed, white-dressed shapes moved around Genma.
No.
He lunged. A gloved hand caught the juncture between the right side of his neck and his collarbone--the only place where scars and splintered bones hadn't left a mark--and brought him up short. Pain crashed down like a wave.
"Easy, buddy, we're Konoha medics. Remember us? Nice guys in white hats who try to stitch you poor bastards back together?"
A mellow voice said something from Genma's side of the bed.
"Guys and girls. My bad, Mitsuko." The hand against Raidou's neck pushed him gently but firmly back down to the mattress. He gritted his teeth, breath stuttering. Brain scrambling for understanding. "Atta boy. Take deep breaths. We're gonna get you all hooked back up and the world'll be a nicer place. Now if you just look that way..."
The hand lifted, then very carefully touched his temple, turning his head. Raidou flinched, fingers clenching a warning into the medic's muscled forearm.
"Easy. Just look. See, your partner's right there. Focus on that for a minute."
His eyes were closed again. He wrenched them open. The lights were still turned off, but fluorescence bathed the room from the open hallway door. Beeping machines scrawled green reflections into the air; little red lights flickered. It was enough to see Genma's face. The too-sharp angle of his jaw, dusted with a few days' worth of scruffy stubble. The translucent cast to waxen, sweat-sheened skin. Glazed, unseeing eyes, the golden-brown irises swallowed by wide blown pupils.
A sharp sting bit into his left wrist--the hand clamped around the medic's arm--but his right was already reaching for Genma, fingers skimming over the first bit of skin they could touch. Cloth-covered shoulder, bandaged throat, naked jawbone with a thready pulse flickering in its shadow.
"Don' you dare go anywhere, kid," Raidou rasped, choking out the words. "Promised to stay--with me."
Raidou lashed out at the first hand to touch him, but bandaged burns and a half-healed shoulderblade did a lot for slowing his reflexes, and the medic managed to dodge whilst turning him over. He grabbed the man's arm, felt vaguely familiar chakra, and looked up into a pair of calm blue eyes--a medic he almost recognized.
"Mornin', Namiashi-san. Getting a head start on the day, I see."
Raidou made a noise that had more in common with groaning than actual human speech. Sweat stung his half-closed eyes. On the other side of the bed, white-dressed shapes moved around Genma.
No.
He lunged. A gloved hand caught the juncture between the right side of his neck and his collarbone--the only place where scars and splintered bones hadn't left a mark--and brought him up short. Pain crashed down like a wave.
"Easy, buddy, we're Konoha medics. Remember us? Nice guys in white hats who try to stitch you poor bastards back together?"
A mellow voice said something from Genma's side of the bed.
"Guys and girls. My bad, Mitsuko." The hand against Raidou's neck pushed him gently but firmly back down to the mattress. He gritted his teeth, breath stuttering. Brain scrambling for understanding. "Atta boy. Take deep breaths. We're gonna get you all hooked back up and the world'll be a nicer place. Now if you just look that way..."
The hand lifted, then very carefully touched his temple, turning his head. Raidou flinched, fingers clenching a warning into the medic's muscled forearm.
"Easy. Just look. See, your partner's right there. Focus on that for a minute."
His eyes were closed again. He wrenched them open. The lights were still turned off, but fluorescence bathed the room from the open hallway door. Beeping machines scrawled green reflections into the air; little red lights flickered. It was enough to see Genma's face. The too-sharp angle of his jaw, dusted with a few days' worth of scruffy stubble. The translucent cast to waxen, sweat-sheened skin. Glazed, unseeing eyes, the golden-brown irises swallowed by wide blown pupils.
A sharp sting bit into his left wrist--the hand clamped around the medic's arm--but his right was already reaching for Genma, fingers skimming over the first bit of skin they could touch. Cloth-covered shoulder, bandaged throat, naked jawbone with a thready pulse flickering in its shadow.
"Don' you dare go anywhere, kid," Raidou rasped, choking out the words. "Promised to stay--with me."