Raidou's sudden tension, the strangled sound he made as breath stopped against a straining throat, the way he fell back, combined with the flare of chakra, forest green brightening like lightning through evergreens, was more than enough to get Genma's heart racing.

Then Raidou's hand jerked away. Connection lost.

"Rai? Rai!" He tried to turn towards Raidou, cursing at his weakness, the tangling IV lines, the sling that held his hand--he wasn't thinking about his hand.

Raidou's voice was low and gritty, no more soothing than sandpaper would have been over his burns.

"They can fucking well ask later," Genma snarled. He couldn't reach Raidou. Couldn't see his face.

"Hiro? I remember you. What the fuck?" What had the Hyuuga done? His memory was a little disjointed, but all Genma recalled of the last time he'd talked to Hiro was reasonable. What had he said to piss Raidou off so much?

Genma strained to reach Raidou with his right hand, managing eventually to touch the bed rails. "Raidou? You okay? What did he ask you? Are you okay?"