"Wow, the garden. You really must have made an impression, or else they think you're here as a handler. Which you aren't, as we've already established, but I'm all for letting them think you are if it means we get to go exploring." Ginta grinned and started wheeling the chair towards the door. "They usually get all antsy about letting us off the ANBU ward unless we have an Intel escort or are cleared, and I'm pretty sure I'm not cleared yet. I guess there have been some incidents with PTSD guys having big breaks where civilians could see them. Don't worry," he added breezily, "I'm totally not about to have any kind of break, big or little."

The going got suddenly easier, as Hiro hurried to catch up and started pushing the wheelchair. Ginta leaned his head back and gave Hiro a toothy grin. "So I get to ride and play pampered princess? I can do that, for you. Actually I'm really hoping they let me get up on crutches tomorrow, because this kind of blows, and I know there's no way they're letting me go home until I can get around on my own. I mean, I can't even put on underwear yet, until they give me a regular cast. Which I don't know if they're gonna do or not. Maybe I should get a fundoshi, except you really have to be standing up to wind one of those on, and it's hard to stand up. Of course if I had crutches I could stand up, but then I'd have my hands full of crutches so I wouldn't be able to wrap the loincloth on."

He checked for a blush, and was pretty certain there was a faint pink tint to Hiro's ears. By the time Ginta stopped babbling, they were well past Kakashi's door, past the double doors marking the ICU off from the rest of the ward, and headed for the elevator. Good. He was already breathing easier.