The man would sit still while she begun to work, letting her work on getting him fixed up, showing no signs of discomfort or pain as she revealed the injury, probably getting the best look at it she had yet now with her spotlight on it. When she joked about him working for free, she was met with narrowed hues from the side as his head was aimed forward compared to her position beside him. But it wasn't a serious glare, more a 'really' without having to say it. He knew she was playing with him. His false glare shifted back forward as she actually spoke of some payment terms. Not bad, sure, nothing to scoff at. But...he had something else in mind. The man wasn't gonna just take the first offer now was he?
"10,000 a week. Plus matching me up if I need it...I can't sell myself too cheap, may sully my reputation." he said, turning his head to face her a bit more, giving her a charming smile. "Can't hire Sunagakure's top Jounin and expect to pay a tenth what I can make from a single Mission, now could you?" he said, his confidence shining a bit. Even if he said it more as a joke, truth was...it was the truth. Arguably Azuma was indeed Sunagakure's strongest Jounin. Even if she didn't know it, and he didn't wanna believe it, figuring his own words a joke. "I can wait until you've got more settled in the village before accepting payment. Guess you get your wish for free protection...for now." he added, giving her a small wink as he did.
Soon she was on to the fun part. Stitches. He was so used to them at this point he didn't even respond, awaiting for her to get on with it. He'd soon feel the pokes, pulls, and strange feeling of needle and thread going through his skin. This did make him wince, the only sign he was even in pain all night, as the needle weaved in and out of the irritated wound. But not one time would he have her stop, why prolong it. Still, he was in discomfort, but would tough it out.
He let out a small breath when she finished, the odd feeling and pain was almost instantly relieved when she stopped. It'd only need to suffer the gentle cleaning and subtle application of a bandage over it, keeping it protected. He looked back to her as she exclaimed that was all patched up. He'd give her a thankful nod. But following this she asked to look at the burns on his arm, but this would see him recoil a little. He pulled his bandaged up burned arm close to his side, not allowing her to examine it. Maybe it was stupid, but Ei had taken care of the burns for him, and to him her work was good enough. Maybe it had to do with the fact Ei had done it. He simply shook his head. "I been dealing with these burns for almost a week, they are nearly healed--no need to worry about it." he quickly dismissed the burns, and declined her aid.
"I do appreciate you patching me up though, Kara-san...I know its maybe just cause as a doctor you can't leave injuries untreated...but I'd like to think its care you care about people." he said, his tone shifted, now quieter--a more softly spoken tone. His gaze had averted away from her while he said this. "Thank you." he would say just as softly as the last line. Azuma could almost feel her eyes on him, probably just checking his body out for any more injuries, or maybe she was just checking him out. But either way, he'd come ti find her say something with question, causing him to look back at her, curious what she was meaning to say but hadn't yet.
Azuma blinked in confusion as he saw her more intensely focused on him then the blonde bombshell had before, straight staring him in the face. Soon enough she was holding her hand up in front of his face, blocking out some features, as if sizing him up in her mind. He was just lost on it. But the doctor before him had a much better memory then Azuma did, especially for what was to be brought up. She was piecing something together but Azuma remained lost. "...Kara-sa--"--he was cut off by her sudden gasp, and taken back by the bright smile he was given, blinking once more in confusion, almost flustered by the smile of such a beautiful woman. He heard her claim to remember him, and it only caused more questions then answers. But she was quick to expand on it.
He wasn't sure if she was off her rockers on this one, one would think he'd remember being stitched up by her in the past if he had. It wasn't until she gestured to a scar on his chest, a fairly long and what was a deep gash crossing his ribs on the side that his own memory would begin to be jogged. Azuma had looked down the scar, and would piece together when it was from, what it was from...he had enough scars he had think about them, but he would eventually be able to recall every tale behind each scar if he tried. Bringing this sole tale to mind, his feature shifted from confused to a much more serious look, as his eyes shifted back from his scar to her face. There it was...a flash in Azuma's mind.
Memories filled his alcohol foiled mind, barely spoiled by the drunken state though. He thought back to the night he got that scar...and his body language shifted. He sat a bit more forward and averted his gaze from her, looking to the ground in front of him instead as he recalled the memory. Yes...it came to him. A night under a storm, a hard fought battle to protect a caravan from a group of bandits. It was nearly 4 years ago, not to long after he'd left Sunagakure following the plague. Despite her joy in remembering him, it only brought pain to the Shinobi. He was nearly killed in the battle, only surviving thanks to immediate medical attention.
At the end of the fight he had lost consciousness, the cut along with some broken ribs and a collapsed lung... at the time had caused him many problems, and he was unable to remain standing. But thats where Kara came in...it was foggy, but he remembered peeling his eyes open during the surgery to save his life. Thats where he saw her...the image that had flashed before him when he last looked at Kara. The face of a young doctor...he had thought it a dream caused by his near death experience...but he knew better now. There was no mistaking it. Kara was the one he saw through half lidded eyes that night years ago. Azuma's hands that had been rested on his knees as he sat would tighten into fists--surely she was picking up on every change in her demeanor. He was silent, and remained so almost painfully long, giving her plenty of time to ask what was wrong or say anything she wished. But finally his voice broke the silence...tone more serious, filled with hints of pain the man was experiencing. "...You're right..." is all he could get out.
Those was dark times for Azuma...she had no idea, not knowing the man hardly at all besides their brief meeting in the past--and now their reuniting tonight. But those was the worst years of Azuma's life...he'd already been grieving the death of his old teammate Ko...and then watched as Sunagakure fell ill, and 1000s perished. He'd shut his eyes, images of the dead and dying...of the Kazekage himself falling ill and passing...then the final straw. The image of Yuki, his mother, crossed the back of his eyelids. He shot up suddenly from his seat and turned away from Kara, taking a few steps away as he took in a deep breath, composing himself as he let it out slowly, opening his eyes and finding himself looking out a window.
"...I apologize Kara-san....I...don't mean too be like this" he said in a quiet done, a lump in the man's throat making it much more shaky and less smooth then his words before. By now his hands had been gripped into fists so tight his knuckles had gone white. He was made more vulnerable to this heightened moment of emotion by the drinking, had he been sober, he likely would've kept his composure much better...but it was obvious he was upset now, even if looking into his eyes only told a cold tale, full of steely reserve as they peered out into the night through the window.