| [Oct. 5th, 2010|07:54 pm] |
An immediate reply to that would have been an empty platitude, and Haruichi had never gone in for wasting words that way. He frowned and eyed Genma up and down quietly, taking in what any doctor could see before he looked again at what only he could visualise.
Faint but fighting whispers of chakra moved uneasily in an almost-Genma shape. In the simplest terms, the incomplete image Genma's insides made was like looking at a partially coloured drawing... which had also been run through a shredder. Haruichi found it unnerving, but it didn't stop him from noting where regeneration had already begun and repairs had already completed. Tiny kinks, patches, glimmers, loops, circumventions and amputations in Genma's chakra paths were catalogued in Haruichi's mind, and a conclusion drawn.
He closed his swollen white eyes, and opened them as expressionless plain ones. Then frowned even more deeply.
"You'll be fine so long as you do what your doctors tell you," he informed Genma, factually if quietly. "Once I take a look at Raidou I'll have an answer for him, too." |
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