When the medic came, he was swift, brusque, and efficient. Kakashi liked him, if only because he had to spend less than five minutes in the man's company.

"Your chakra coils aren't quite where I hoped they'd be," Hikaru-sensei told him, leaning by the door. "But they're better than I expected, so that's progress. All in all, you got pretty damn lucky."

Behind his mask, Kakashi quirked an unfelt smile.

"More rest," the medic went on. "More sleep. More taking it easy. I'm putting you on medical leave for at least another week, and I expect you to spend the first three days lifting nothing heavier than a shopping bag, capiche?"

Kakashi arched an eyebrow. "A shopping bag?"

"Mm-hmm," Hikaru agreed. "Maybe two. Preferably full of all the food you're going to buy. And eat. I'm also prescribing you iron, multi-vitamins, a few supplements to boost your immune system, and eight glasses of water a day. At least."

"Anything else?"

"Don't tempt me. You're off training until I say so--" A hand cut Kakashi off before he could open his mouth. "Two days at least. And you're to do everything Akimichi Masuru tells you. He's a smart man."

"Lovely, I heard," said Kakashi dryly.

"That, too." Hikaru juggled a clipboard and stethoscope quickly between his hands, glancing through notes. He gave Kakashi a hard look. "This is your fifth serious hospitalization this year, Hatake-san, and we're barely past spring. I appreciate that you do a difficult, dangerous job, but none of ANBU's other agents are injured so frequently."

"You could swap with me for a day?" Kakashi offered, deadpan. "I'd look very good in a white coat."

"Ha." The medic pulled the door open. "Take care of yourself, Hatake-san. And I mean that sincerely."

And he was gone.

Kakashi sat on the bed, rubbing absently at the red marks the blood pressure cuff had left behind, then got up to shut the door. He had to lean against it for a moment, just to catch his breath. Which was ridiculous.

Frustrated, he snapped the blinds closed and ripped Ryouma's hoodie off, bundling it up and tossing it on the vinyl chair. There was stuff everywhere. Video tapes, clothes, two stacks of CDs, a CD player, the damn coffee cup castle...

That went first. Kakashi dismantled it, crumpled the cups, and stuffed them viciously into the overflowing trash bin. Then he shoved every piece of Ryouma's abandoned clothing into the half-full sports bag left behind the door, folding everything into ruthlessly efficient and space-saving shapes. Ignored the scent of warm thunder that clung to his hands. Next were the CDs; he stuffed them into the bag, too, along with all the videos that would fit. A few of them remained. Kakashi located a ragged-looking plastic bag and used that, then kicked both bags towards the door.

The CD player he regarded for a moment, then found a pen and paper, and scrawled a quick note. 'FREE TO A GOOD ANY HOME'.

Ryouma could track it down later, if he cared enough.

And that just left Kakashi. The clothes he was wearing were still good enough, if a little cold. His hair needed a serious wash and cut, but he could do that at home. The doctor would have left his prescriptions with the nurse's main desk. So there was only the Akimichi to see.

And shoes would help.

He caught his breath again, then headed out into the corridor to grab the first available nurse.

Across the hallway, Ginta's door was closed. For the moment, Kakashi didn't look at it.