"Crack--HA! I must, to deal with these two. Shh--don't tell." He dug around in a pocket, feeling into the corners, and pulled out a pill. He eyed it, tasted it with the tip of his tongue, and decided it was a sugar pill. He handed it to the large man who'd yanked the genius back and forced him to let go of Waki's wrist.

"You," he told the man solemnly, "are my favorite patient. If you are very nice, then when these two give you a migraine, I'll give you vicodin. Now, my hallucinations will come in here, wheel us all to the dog's room, and you can each have your own bed."

"Don' want one," the Inuzuka mumbled, burrowing down as if she could crawl into the man's skin.

"I know." Waki leaned down close to her ear and bellowed, "That's because you're dog-people, and there's something fundamentally wrong with you."

He straightened up again and told the half-naked man, "When I was in ANBU, we knew better than to crawl into bed with them." Confidingly he mouthed, "Fleas." He leaned to yell at the woman again. "Have you taken care of that little crab problem?"

"hate you," she growled back.

"We should go before the gynecologist gets here. I signed you all up for pelvic exams." Waki turned and shuffled purposefully past the dogs and toward the door.