| [Jun. 28th, 2009|12:54 am] |
There was a rhythm to painkillers that Genma had learned in the last week. Re-learned, since no ninja who had survived both the war and the Fox had done so unscathed. But this was worse. The pain worse, the treatment worse. The memories worse. It was hard not to see that approaching brush as a weapon. Hard not to tense up and flinch away every time a doctor or a nurse or this seal specialist came close. Of course there was nowhere to go. Both arms were held by slings and pulleys that might as well have been restraints. Both hands caged in splints. Both feet cased in plaster. And even after a week at home, Genma was gaunt, exhausted.
It was easier to let the drugs float him away from body and memories. There was a soft, thick sensation around his tongue, a shimmering quality to the air, as the dose took hold. He welcomed it. Welcomed the slowing of his heart and breathing, the edge of dizziness that made turning his head too fast unwise and any motion greater impossible. His eyes tracked Rina, but the fear was damped away with the pain. For now.
"Feeling a little more comfortable, Genma?" Ito reached down slowly and carefully, and pulled the sheet covering Genma's chest higher. "Can I leave you with Rina-san?"
"Mnmmm," Genma agreed. "S'better."
"Good. I'll be by after she's finished." Ito put his magnifier in his pocket and headed for the door. Genma could hear him talking to the nurse on his way out; something about chakra suppressor dosing.
"Is that gonna happen again? That whatever. Breaking thing?" Genma turned his head a few degrees to watch Rina, and waited for the room to catch up. |
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