| [Apr. 20th, 2008|07:19 am] |
Tsume found the energy, somewhere, to look at Raidou with just a bit of incredulousness when he asked if she was sure. Then he came to his senses.
And called her kid.
She would have laughed if she hadn't been hurting and shivering so much. The pain meds had been mild, but even so they added to the exhaustion. She listened to his voice, to the rising and falling cadence of it, and tried to stay awake. "Found out..." what? "He doesn't know we're scent-tracking." The trail would have been erased if he hadn't taken to the deep woods, where the foliage protected his scent from the worst of the rain. It was long gone now, but her chakra markers would hold. "He's not far. But--" she shuddered again, eyes closing as everything in her tightened painfully before relaxing into continuous shivering. "--b-but the rain wiped out ev'r'thin' else."
She hurt, and it would have been so much easier to fade into the black.
Antiseptic snarled like fireants down her arm, but it was minor compared to the burning in her gut. Normal, she kept telling herself. It was a good sign, but crotchticks it hurt.
"Poisons," she breathed out on a shudder. "T-take us funny. An'..." she had to think past her brain screaming at her that things were wrong. "Pain meds. Antibiotics, n-need extra of both, s'm'times."
Tiny bursts of flame shot through her gut and up her stomach. Her lungs reawakened with a nearly sobbed gasp. It might save her life, but this damn jutsu was now on the list of ones she hated. She couldn't stop shaking, and despised the weak feeling that went with it. The chakra depletion didn't help.
"'Mune system's good," she mumbled, trying to keep her mind active, trying not to think about the hot iron under her skin. For a moment she remembered that Genma had metal jutsu, and she knew, simply knew, that he was killing her, filling her body with molten steel that would burn her alive from the inside out--
Then the moment was gone, and she shivered and shook and burned and wished she could just fall into the whirlpool, but she couldn't. Not now. She focused on Raidou's knees, there in front of her face. "Don't--don't usually need an-antibiot-tics," she shivered. "High pain t-tolerance." What else? Her mind felt sluggish. "Ant--anti-toxins. Take us f-funny. 'S c-cold." She didn't realize she'd spoken until she heard the whisper. She grimaced, wishing she hadn't. Of course it was cold. She should be glad she was feeling cold rather than numb; it meant she was feeling, that blood was flowing again, her nerves weren't dying off.
But great merciful stars, she wouldn't mind if it weren't so cold. |
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