You didn't have to be a Hyuuga to interpret the little plea in those foggy brown eyes, and Haruichi managed to not roll his eyes a little in reply. He gave a last silent nod of thanks to Ito and - seeing that every cable, wire and whatnot was safely stowed - gingerly snagged the back of Genma's wheelchair and toed the brakes off.

"Come on Genma, let's get your special backside back in your sickbed," he said, ignoring the slight twinge in his wrist as he took the other ANBU's weight and pushed it into momentum. Once they were on a roll, he called back over his shoulder. "Thank you again, Ito-sensei. I'll try not to crash him into any particularly expensive equipment on our way back to the wards."

Whatever well-deserved reply there was for that was lost as the doors swung shut behind the two of them and they were back in the cool hospital corridors. Haruichi huffed impatiently as he shoved the chair along the linoleum, headed for what was for now passing as Genma's home; not much enjoying the bizarrely slow nature of the event.

He supposed that you knew you were in ANBU when it didn't feel right to return an injured patient to safety without having to run for your life at the same time.

"I'll take a look at Namiashi once you're settled," he told the top of Genma's tousled head. "And then you are going to sleep. Understood?"