She nodded and began applying the salve liberally to Raidou’s burns. It smelled grassy and astringent, but not unpleasant.

“What’s in that?” Genma asked.

“I couldn’t tell you,” Namura said, “Sorry. I got it from one of your colleagues during the war, though. We had a lot of people with spatter burns from exploding flasks. She said this was good for any kind of burn, but especially chemical ones. Haven’t had to use it much since the war ended.”

“You got it from a Konoha ninja?” Genma asked.

“Wouldn’t have kept it if it came from any of those other bastards, now would I?” Namura said sharply. She finished dressing Raidou’s burns and moved on to the welter of cuts across his shoulders. “These aren’t as bad as I’d feared,” she said. “Daisuke, gauze.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. “Can you take a look at this?”

She put the pot of burn salve in Raidou’s hands and stood up. “Let me guess, someone dragged you over a mile of sandpaper,” she said, studying Kakashi’s scraped-raw shoulders. “Alright, you bandage the captain, Daisuke, and I’ll deal with this. How are you not in tears, Hound-san?”

“Uh,” Kakashi said, at a loss for the first time since Genma’d met him. “I’m not an infant?”

“Or your mask is hiding it,” she said. “I’m afraid there’s not much I can do except clean these up and bandage them.”

When Kakashi was bandaged and dressed again, he looked worlds better, but his chakra was wavering low. Raidou was in better shape chakra-wise, at least, though just as swathed in bandages. Ryouma and Katsuko were both sleeping peacefully.

The civilians were sleeping, too, sedated for now. The girls’ parents huddled next to her bed, the mother holding her daughter’s limp hand. Genma wondered if Fujiyama’s family’s spirits were still hovering nearby. Or maybe that was fever making his thoughts bend towards the fantastical.

“You think you can ask them for a minute to ourselves?” Genma asked Raidou quietly. “I appreciate all they’ve been through, but I think you and Hound and I need to talk freely for a minute.”

Raidou looked over at the family for a long minute, then back at Genma. “They just got their daughter back,” he said softly. “For now, you need to rest. When you can move again, we’ll plan further.”

“In that case,” Genma said, “see if you can get Hound to lie down before he falls down. And shoot me up with ten of morphine. Hound might not cry like an infant anymore, but I’m going to be pretty soon if we don’t do something. Feeling’s coming back faster than the paralysis is wearing off.”

“I can do that,” Raidou agreed. If he had any opinions about it, he kept them to himself while he injected Genma. “I gave him the full ten cc’s,” he told Namura, holding up the empty syrette when he was finished. He patted Genma’s shoulder, careful around the bandages, and got to his feet.

The drug hit dizzyingly hard. Genma shut his eyes against the whirlpool of nausea and waited for it to even out. The poison-consuming fever was making it worse. He tried to concentrate on reducing his chakra burn, but it slipped out of his conscious control and spun away from him, winding down like a child’s top. Once lost, he couldn’t get it back. His heart rate slowed, his temperature started to drop. Shivers set in, for no reason other than the sudden change in temperature.

Across the room, Kakashi said something low to Raidou, but Genma couldn’t make it out. He tried to open his eyes, but dizziness yawned like an open mine shaft. At least the pain was blunting, wrapped in layers of fog like everything else. Genma tried one last time to really move, got nowhere with the attempt, and surrendered to sleep.