| It Takes a Genius to Watch a Jackass [Closed to Kakashi, Ginta, Kotetsu & Kanae] | [Mar. 6th, 2008|05:46 pm] |
Immediately follows It Tales a Jackass to Save a Genius. Takes place in mid-December
When Ginta woke up, he was surprised first of all to be waking up. He was surprised again to be warm, dry, and in what felt like a feather bed. There was light coming in a window. Misty, pre-sunrise light, with that cold quality that said it was reflecting off of snow. And there was a dim lamp burning in the room. They had to be in the farmhouse, Ginta decided. He assumed they'd been captured, then, except it didn't make any sense. If they'd been captured, shouldn't they be tied up? But he wasn't tied up, or...
No, he was. But it was medical equipment and IV lines, not shackles. And Kakashi was there beside him, warm, solid, and still breathing. There was a strange hissing sound. Oxygen. Kakashi was on oxygen. That wasn't good. But... Ginta brought a hand up to his face, pushing at cold plastic tubing. Huh. They were both on oxygen? And there was a sharp kind of insistent pain in his side. Ribs, right.
Okay so... They'd been about to die. Or something a lot like it anyway, because Ginta couldn't keep the fight up anymore.
Right. He remembered that. Choking and the guy coming at him, and falling down and choking and blood and... Something. It didn't add up. How the hell was it that they were alive and evidently getting medical treatment?
He kind of hated to wake Kakashi, but Kakashi was the only one who might have a clue. He rolled ever so slightly to his side and reached a hand out to the body next to his. Touched naked skin under the covers. Also interesting.
"Kakashi." Ginta's voice was a raw whisper. He coughed softly, tried again. "Genius. Wake up. What the hell is going on?" |
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