| [Mar. 15th, 2009|03:53 pm] |
Haruichi-sama, returned from the dead, was picking up bloodstained and trampled medical records from off the floor. Hiro's mind stuttered to a halt on the incongruity of that image, but his body had already stooped automatically to help.
"I'm Intel field-ops," he answered quickly, latching on to the normality of these mundane details with relief. In-house physicals, administrative hoops, even bleeding medics--those were all things he could deal with.
"Are the records still okay? Because I can get new ones..." His headache spiked again at just the thought of spending another three hours dashing from one end of the hospital to the other, but... maybe it would be worth it just to get out of here. That way he could breathe, and have the chance to wrangle his thoughts into some kind of order. Which he couldn't do at all with Haruichi's Hyuuga eyes and ANBU uniform right there in front of him.
Hiro kept his eyes carefully lowered as he worked, gathering papers and trying to sort them by departmental header at least--because of course the hospital didn't use page numbers. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Haruichi's hair had fallen forward again to cover his curse seal, to Hiro's great relief. But the lingering image of those stark green lines, cutting openly across a previously pristine forehead, shook Hiro's confidence in his family to its foundations. |
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