"Four days?" Genma's eyes widened. Raidou nodded. "Four days? What... What..." Genma looked away, trying to recall anything after that desperate translocation. He got what came before instead. There was Sago bearing down on them, burned, choking. Raising that hammer.

Genma swallowed dryly, nauseated. Pain flared through the drugs.

Raidou driving the handle of a katana into Sago's throat. Raidou flying lifeless towards him. Tearing his hand out of the sling to grab at Raidou...

His eyes flicked wildly up towards his hand, encased in metal and bandages. The jutsu that had numbed it was wearing off.

The heart monitor picked up its staccato symphony; Genma's breaths came shallower and quicker.

Raidou's hand on his wrist tightened. Alive. Raidou was alive.

"Four days." He swallowed again, throat choked and dry. "Sago... Sago... I didn't finish him. I ran. Had to run. He, he--"