| [Sep. 2nd, 2009|09:44 pm] |
Genma blinked up at Raidou, then grinned at him. "Oooh, kinky, Rai," he murmured, raising an eyebrow. The look he got back for that -- a look that suggested Raidou was not above hitting an injured man if he really deserved it -- was worth it. Genma sighed happily and leaned back against the pillow Kaori had insisted on wedging at his back. "So where are we going? Lunatic Moon? No, they're probably not open yet. How about--"
"How about you stay on hospital property, preferably on this floor," Kaori countered. "You're technically not cleared to leave the ward without escort, you know."
Genma gave her an exasperated sigh. "We've been debriefed. And look at us, it's not like we're dressed for clubbing. Can't we at least go outside?"
"So you can smoke?" the blonde nurse asked with a laugh. "Do you see the green canister attached to your chair, and the lovely tubing piping oxygen to your nose?"
"So we can go outside." Genma gave Raidou a pleading look: help me out here! "It's not like I have any cigs to smoke, even if I wanted them." Which he did, now that she'd mentioned it. Damnit. And Kaori'd said they weren't cleared without escort. That might mean they needed a medic with them, but...
But Genma didn't think so. Four years ago, when he'd come back from Iwa, he'd had an "escort" then, too. An ANBU agent trained to detect the barest hint of mental decompensation. To detect an incipient break. When Tsubaki Shunsuke was captured and escaped, when he came to Konoha's gates bloody from torture, he'd had an escort for the first several days back, too.
"You can be our escort," Genma told Kaori. A test. She failed.
"Why don't the two of you just stay on this floor," she repeated. "There's a patio you can go out on and get some air."
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