| [Jun. 13th, 2009|05:58 pm] |
Something heavy slammed into the door as Hiro pushed it open. With a startled dodge, he intercepted a swinging bag of transfusion blood an inch before it hit his face, barely pulling back the automatic chakra-flow that would have splattered its contents over all four walls. He blinked the Byakugan active without thinking, then quickly clamped down the perimeter of his awareness before he had to run away from his debriefing subjects and revisit the sink across the hall.
What the Hell had happened here? All he'd done was knock on the door!
Shiranui Genma was as bloodless as the last time Hiro had seen him, whites showing in a ring around unfocused amber eyes. His--don't look at his hand, don't look--neck was bandaged, Hiro had seen that from the hallway, but now his constrained breaths came only in short, sharp pants.
Namiashi Raidou was curled into a pain-wracked ball, the last dregs of his remaining chakra fluctuating wildly. The handwritten note Hiro had found pinned on his stack of reports had said, don't separate them, don't talk about separating them, don't eventhinkabout them separately, and he noticed that Raidou was curled towards his mission partner, rather than away.
The two ninja were choked and silent, but their monitors echoed each other in a cacophonous, discordant cadence. The upset IV stand had burst fluid all over the floor.
Hiro didn't think about it twice. He reached over, pushed aside the oozing length of tubing that hung over the edge of Raidou's bed, and pressed the large red button to call the nurse.
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