Raidou nodded to the chuunin manning the main desk as they passed, and ducked to avoid an errant blow to his nose. The small, automatic flinch as Haruichi's hand waved near his cheek was both unwanted and annoying. Reflex.

Next time he ended up lugging half-pint Hyuuga around, he'd make a point of wearing his mask.

"Quit that," he told Haruichi, resisting the urge to jog him slightly. "Or I'll throw you over my shoulder instead. The world is much less fun when viewed upside-down." He wouldn't do anything of the sort with Haruichi's concussion presenting a risk, but sometimes just issuing a threat won you the battle.

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"You want me to take him?" Genma offered. "Is he being a fussy baby?" He laughed at his own joke, and kept a sharp eye on Haruichi's hand and Raidou's reaction to it. Yeah not ideal.

"Don't be an ass, Haruichi," he said, and grabbed for the flailing arm. "I know it's your natural state, but try to remember that people are trying to help you?"

He was sure he'd heard almost those exact same words out of Haruichi's mouth directed at a combative patient at some point in the past. Maybe even at himself.

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Genma may indeed have heard Haruichi say something along those lines before, but it wouldn't have made the slightest difference. Haruichi, after all, was all for the benefits of hipocrasy when applied to his own case. He was a Hyuuga after all, some things were just genetic.

But whatever the case, it turned out Genma never even got to grab Haruichi's arm, which flopped right down onto his own chest (his elbow dinging his ribs once more) as his brain-body coordination finally decided to shove this for a game of silly buggers. His brain-snark reflex (as ever, nigh-unstoppable) had a very snappish retort in his throat aimed at Genma, Raidou, and the world at large but somehow, for once in his life, it never got to air.

Becuase he realized just then he was passing out, and all the thought in a flash was that Hoshi couldn't--

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That wasn't good.

Raidou stopped long enough to make sure Haruichi still had a pulse and hadn't blown a pupil--clot equaled stroke equaled bad news--and then tightened his grip again, turning his fast walk into a loping run. It was a long-distance run, designed to eat the distance and jog his passenger as little as possible. A glance was all he needed to confirm Genma was at his shoulder, and then he leapt up to the rooftops. A quicker way to travel without the civilian traffic.

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"He's out?" The answer was plain. Not a good sign, though not an unexpected one. If they hadn't been so close to the hospital Genma would have cast a healing jutsu to reduce the swelling in Haruichi's brain. As a field medic, he was more than qualified to render first aid for a head injury. But they were close to the hospital, and there were definitely people there more capable of dealing with whatever was going wrong inside Haruichi's skull than Genma was. Instead he paced Raidou, getting ahead of him as they reached the hospital, so he could go in and explain to the clerk at the front desk what the emergency was, while Raidou handed Haruichi over to a team of medics with a gurney.

They didn't look particularly impressed to have one of their own brought in by two ANBU. Shooting glares at both men, they whisked their patient away behind closed doors, leaving Genma and Raidou to wait like all the other anxious friends and family of the injured shinobi and civilians inside.

"Well. That was fucked up. Want to get some fabulous hospital cafeteria coffee?" There was no question they were staying until they heard some good news. And there had better goddamned be good news.

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Considering Haruichi was the second unconscious ninja Raidou had delivered to the medic's care in the last hour, he wasn't terribly surprised they weren't pleased to see him.

At this rate he was going to get a reputation.

Raidou sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling the beginnings of a tension headache. A rare thing for him, but given the day he was having, not completely unexpected. Compared to the headache Haruichi was likely to wake up with--and he would wake up, dammit, Raidou wasn't ready for that special hell--it barely ranked a 0.2

"You have no idea," he grumbled. "Coffee sounds good."

He still needed to go volunteer for that mission. Oh hell.

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