| [Jun. 13th, 2009|06:01 pm] |
Touch. There were hands touching him, pushing him back against the mattress, straightening one arm that clenched across his body, turning his head so that his neck wasn't twisted. Hands adjusting tubing running across his face, and the cold touch of oxygen hissing into dry nostrils. Hands checking IV placements, and injecting a strong narcotic. Hands on his hand, carefully checking delicate chakra seals and intricate splints.
Alarms shrilled: a chakra monitor wailed a warning, and another one--oxygen, maybe, or a disconnected IV line--warbled with it. Someone silenced them. Voices overhead. Get the brachial point in his left shoulder. How big a dose did you give him? You got that? Need a hand? Who's on call for Tadashi?
A jutsu sank into his flesh blocking all sensation of his left arm and hand. The drug took hold, lifting him out of his body.
Touch. One touch pulled him back. A touch of chakra, deep smoky green and crisp like pine needles. A touch of fingertips on his face. Genma's head turned towards it.
"That's it, good. Look at each other. Open your eyes, Genma. Genma." A woman's voice, sounding like his sister. Cold fingertips on his brow, brushing his hair back. "Genma, open your eyes. Can you open your eyes?"
Touch and pressure on his jaw, and Raidou's voice, sounding like grinding stone. Stay--with me.
Genma opened his eyes.
"Right here. Right here, Rai." |
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