Oh sure, now the brat was playing nice. Raidou choked down a snarl--

If you're not feeling well...

Like they were children.

--and hauled himself over, pressing his broken shoulderblade into the mattress, facing Genma. His right arm was stiff and painful, connected to recently splintered bones, but he didn't need to move it far. He reached out and wrapped calloused, broken-nailed fingers around Genma's wrist, stopping that groping hand short. Weak chakra flared beneath his touch.

"I'm fine," he grated, finding Genma's wide eyes. Making it true. "I'm completely fine. He's just an annoying little snot. He didn't do anything."

Nothing career-ending, anyway. ANBU were supposed to be tough, especially handlers and back-up men. Hiro was well within his rights to kick at a fracture and see what shattered.

Raidou just didn't have to like it.