Kuromaru winced as they laid him carefully down on the gurney and started wheeling him away, a doctor already sliding an IV into the inside of his elbow. "That's not going to work," he growled, eying the medication bag they were hooking up.

"Don't worry, ANBU-san. This even works on Inuzuka."

He tried to bury his vast annoyance. "But it doesn't work on canines."

The doctor gave him a patronizing smile. If his back hadn't been hurting so much, and every move made it worse, Kuromaru'd have dug his now-blunt nails into the man's jugular. "Well, luckily you Inuzuka aren't quite as dog-like as you think."

Kuromaru growled. "First off, not dog, canine. Second off, I am a canine."

The doctor frowned, checked his eyes, and looked back at Raidou. For a moment Kuromaru couldn't see either of them, as they wheeled him around a corner into a room. "ANBU-san? Was there a possible concussion?"

"Black-faced wolf," Kuromaru growled, then snapped at the nurse, "Get this off me!"

"The medication will help the inflammation so we can put your spine back in place. Just--"

He yanked the IV out. "Someone get me a chiropractor!"

"We need to bring the swelling down first--"

He really, really hated doctors. And nurses. And medics. When she tried to put the IV back in, he snapped at her. She yanked away, even though he was nowhere near her hand. "That drug will just make me vomit! I swear, I'm gonna vomit all over you... And if you give me an ulcerated stomach lining or ruin my kidneys because you used the wrong medication, I will visit you in your sleep."