| [Aug. 13th, 2015|02:47 am] |
Bandaging, clothes, and breakfast proceeded without incident. And without any mention of the previous night’s heart-to-heart. Some subjects were too tender to stand in the stark light of day. If Asuma still wanted to talk — or Genma did — there’d be time later, when the sun was down.
The genin who showed up to ferry Genma and Asuma back down to the heart of Konoha were considerably fresher-faced than the crew from the night before. By the time they arrived at the hospital, day was in full swing around them, with a steady flow of patients, staff, and visitors in the hospital’s wide, tiled corridors. The expedient of hiring transport meant there were still twenty minutes to wait before Genma’s appointment.
He was about to suggest they get coffee, when a pair of MPs came hurrying towards them, full of intent. Genma’s chest tightened. Was it Raidou? Or had one of the kids—
And then he heard a familiar shrill voice. Asuma flinched. |
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