"My leg's broken; my hands are fine." Ginta took a deep breath, preparing to push himself up. His fingers tensed, gripping the rails of the cot, but before he made any headway, Kakashi slid an arm under his shoulders, lifting him in a half embrace. The worst thing about it was how impossible it was to do more than let him. The second worst was the way both injured legs scraped against the blankets and thin mattress

"I'd have been fine," he protested, panting. The look Kakashi gave him made it clear that was one lie he wasn't getting away with. That and the wave of dizziness that hit as soon as he was sitting all the way up. Kakashi didn't let go until he had him wedged against the wall with pillows and blankets as much restraints as supports, and even then he sat where his body braced Ginta's.

The clone handed over the bowls of food. Kakashi's was half devoured before Ginta had taken three bites. The rice slid down Ginta's raw throat to sit like tar in his stomach. It had been too long since he'd eaten. He took another bite, then let the container rest in his blanket-covered lap. The clone and Kakashi both gave him a look, then the clone held out the bottle of sports drink.

"I'm trying to put off having to get up and take a leak," Ginta groaned at it. "Give it a rest."