| [Jan. 22nd, 2010|02:51 am] |
"--just monumentally stupid, Hatake-san. You've only been awake since yesterday."
"I'm aware of that," Kakashi said, forcing patience through his gritted teeth. "But I'm also perfectly capable of taking care of myself at home. Unless you're so flush with resources that you can give them away to any free-loader?"
"You're not a free-loader," the nurse hissed, clearly struggling to keep her voice down. "You are a patient under our responsibility, and you nearly died last week!"
"Ninja," Kakashi pointed out. "And I don't need a nurse to assist me with vitamins and bed-rest."
There was a brief, soundless struggle as the woman clearly resisted the urge to stun him with her folder. Kakashi stood his ground, knees locked against the urge to buckle.
"If this is about Ryouma-kun leaving--" the nurse began, trying a new tactic.
Kakashi's brutalized chakra flashed outside his control for the skin of a heartbeat; he yanked it back, locking it down again, and breathed through the rush of pain and new information. Chakra signatures that had just lit up to meet his. The nurse's mouth was hanging open.
"It isn't," Kakashi told her, flat. "And I'm leaving whether you want me to or not. Save yourself some time and get the paperwork."
She took a deep, deep breath and spun on one heel. Kakashi watched her go, then steadied himself against the wall and looked the other way. Down the hallway. Where he'd just felt...
It couldn't have been Ginta.
Five minutes later, when the nurse came back, she had a ginormous Akimichi in tow, a stack of paperwork the width of Kakashi's arm, and a triumphant smile.
"Hatake-san, this is Akimichi Masuru-san. He'd like a minute of your time."
A hand the size of a small family ham engulfed Kakashi's and shook it firmly. Kakashi's visible eye widened.
Masuru leaned forwards, filling the universe. "Delighted to meet you," he rumbled gravely. Concern filled intelligent brown eyes. "Are you always this thin?"
Kakashi shot the nurse a venomous glare. She smiled at him. |
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