Well, that was a relief. Well, a sort of a relief. Well, it wasn't necessarily bad news. Haruichi had been pretty certain nothing permanently crippling or fatal had happened to Genma since he'd seen him last - somehow it seemed the kind of thing everybody would know. There were other concerns to go with Haruichi's question too, but not ones he was planning to dwell on until he had to because Genma was right there in front of his face.

Haruichi nodded and made a small 'hn' sound, scrawled his signature on the admission papers and lifted the clipboard off his makeshift desk... who groaned vaguely but remained out for the count. Haruichi gave Minamoto a look of disparaging concern and poked him with the corner of the clipboard (only Haruichi knew how to give looks of disparaging concern, though the amusing thing was he didn't even know he did it).

"You'll need to take him to the hospital before he wakes up and vomits on my carpet," Haruichi told Raidou, pulling the papers off the clipboard and stuffing them into the unconscious man's shirt, along with his tooth in a small plastic bag. "He's stopped drooling at least." At least, so long as he was horizontal...

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More carrying. Splendid. Raidou heaved a tiny sigh -- the things I do for you, Shiranui -- and grabbed Minamoto's limp arm, shoving another hand between his thighs to heft him up and drape him over his shoulders like the word's most unpleasant shawl. Minamoto's scarred head hung down on one side -- still drooling, Haruichi, you liar -- and his feet dangled down Raidou's other flank, making a solid effort to bruise him in the ribs. Raidou scowled and readjusted his balance, compensating for the -- not inconsiderable -- weight. "You know, you really ought to get some tile laid down in here," he suggested to Haruichi as he got himself settled, "considering the amount of bodily fluids you deal with on any given normal day."

Raidou nodded in lieu of giving a salute -- his hands were somewhat busy keeping Minamoto from making a sudden ignoble splash on the carpet -- and gave Haruichi a final half-smile. "It is good to see you back, Hyuuga." He turned and headed for the door, "You were missed."

A good medic was always missed, but Haruichi had been something else. It was odd how reassuring it could actually be to have your entire family tree insulted while someone shoved your insides back in.

Raidou actually made it to the door itself before his day got a whole lot worse. His smile faltered and wiped away entirely in the face of Arakaki Hishoka's impressively unimpressed look. "Sir."

Busted.

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Haruichi consided passing sarcastic comment in order to deflect that nice little moment of cammaraderie, but before he could find it in himself the world decided to take punitive measures against the pair of them instead. At the sight of Arakaki Hisoka standing in the door, he had only a moment to curse the fact that it was Raidou carrying the human shield right now before the Director walked into the Infirmary. After that, the only thing worth cursing was his luck - because there wasn't even a snowball's chance in hell that this would end well.

Arakaki stepped in, which necessitated Raidou stepping back, and Haruichi watched the older man glance from Minamoto, to Raidou, to Raidou's bruised knuckles, to Minamoto's drooling and broken jaw.

"Morning Namiashi," he acknowledged somewhat darkly, tone promising that there would be more to say on the subject of him carting around a pummelled fellow agent. Much more. And with that the Director's dark eyes slid to Haruichi's white ones. "Hyuuga, you've got your first physical trial in ten minutes in the training rooms. Conventional hand to hand combat."

Arakaki turned to leave, his eyes flitting to Raidou and Minamoto once more before settling on Raidou's carefully schooled expression. "You did this?"

Raidou had to nod. On his shoulder, Minamoto burbled unconsciously through a resoundingly crushed face.

Arakaki smiled, a thin sliver of terrifying amusement, and didn't look back to Haruichi behind him. "Then you'll report to the training rooms, as well. A reprimand for the state Minamoto finds himself in."

Haruichi could contain himself no longer. "You want him punished for hospitalizing one agent by setting him on another one?" he demanded, incredulity drowned out by certainty.

Arakaki walked out the door, smiling still. "It's the only way he'll learn to do it right."

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