| [Aug. 15th, 2008|12:13 am] |
Kakashi let his head fall back against the wall and laughed quietly. "Lucky you," he told Ryouma, giving the ceiling a slightly unfocused look. "You're nose crack. We should bottle you and sell you. We'd make millions."
But first there were more blood issues. Kakashi shook his head and set about cleaning Ryouma's other hand, using his nails to scrape away dried blood when the wipe failed him. It seemed so important to do it perfectly...
He was making Ryouma's skin red.
Kakashi stopped and blinked hard, then roused himself and dug out a few more bandaids. When that was done he tried to work out the next step. He needed to be doing something...
Keep Tsume awake.
Well, she was talking. That was probably a good sign. He packed the tiny medi-kit back into his armour and checked her pulse anyway; it was slow, very slow, but steady. He could barely read her chakra. He brushed her hair back carefully and glanced over the bandages wrapped around her temple and ear. No redness, no staining. No rot stench. Also a good sign.
"Waki-sensei's coming to check her out," he murmured, leaning back again. "Then... I don't know. Sleep, I guess." He glanced sideways at Ryouma, searching for words that weren't unsubtle or pride damaging. "You okay? You're shaking."
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