If Kakashi hadn't met Waki before, he would've given himself a discreet pinch just to make sure he hadn't actually drifted off with his eye open. But some things were really too bizarre to be a dream. Even one of his dreams.

"Exciting," he muttered, and moved to put himself between the doctor and his makeshift pack. He planted a firm hand on Waki's accordion chest, pushing the man back a step. Chakra meshed with willpower were the only things keeping him on his feet, which meant he didn't want anyone too close. Not even the medics.

He glanced at Ryouma, noting the shellshock even as the man focused on Tsume, still curled into his chest, and braced himself back against the bed. At least the bed was solid.

"Who's 'we'?" he asked, facing Waki again and trying for coherent. "An' how far d'you plan on dragging them?" Carting two injured ANBU through the open hallways, where anyone could get them, just didn't seem smart. "I h've a knife," Kakashi muttered, making his point clear.