"Liar," Genma said bluntly. That was not okay or fine, that was agony written in bold brushstrokes over Raidou's features. Genma needed his hands. He needed his meds, and he'd almost located them when Raidou'd come back and pushed the glass at him.

He sipped a little to appease Raidou, and choked it back up. Even water felt like a brick trying to get down his swollen throat. Genma set the glass carefully aside, and went back to his search. A few more moments, he thought, a few more, and then the combination of his hand and his side would be too much pain to endure and he'd pass out. He needed drugs now, now, now!

A hard-sided leather kit came to hand. Glass ampules nestled inside, full of morphine meant for injection, but he wasn't sure he could attach the syringe. Always keep one pre-loaded, ready to go, he remembered hearing his sister say, as she checked her kit before a mission. You only desperately need the things you didn't prepare for.

There was one. One pre-loaded.

Raidou needed it. He needed it. He pulled it out, looked up at Raidou, at eyes squinting and lips contorted in pain.

"Sorry, Raidou." Genma injected his own thigh. Always treat the medic first. He was going to pass out and leave Raidou with no support at all if he didn't.

"I'll get you--next." Before the drug even started to take effect, Genma was fumbling one handed to load a fresh syringe.