So when Sacristan Ann led an entourage of Church officials to the Hospital, the Head Doctor assumed the worst. Vik Chinoike, who was a member of the institution's governing board, was married to Shimiko. This allowed him to mediate with the Church when necessary and given the amount of priests that encircled Sacristan Ann, this looked like a situation that needed mediating. However once the Head Doctor met the senior Church official, he had learned that the reason for their arrival was for a young boy.
The crowd parted and revealed a lone genin on a stretcher. He was covered in severe burns and though he had been stabilized with their help, if he didn't receive sustained care he'd be crippled for life. The Head Doctor knew better than to ask questions. Vik had told him long ago that if he believed the situation was a threat to himself, the staff, or Kumo as a whole, that he should be alerted right away.
"These cultists are dangerous. Don't give them an excuse."
Except at the moment, they weren't actually being dangerous. The Sacristans didn't appear to want anything else except for what anyone who came to a Hospital wanted: for their loved one's to be treated. The injuries that Irui had sustained were far worse than what he had seen in most training exercises. This was rather problematic as he'd need to note this. He doubted much would come of it though. Although abuse was not tolerated in Kumo, the Church had a way of evading the city's regulations. The Head Doctor accepted Irui as a patient and not long after, he received a call from Kumo ANBU requesting that the boy be placed in protective custody.
Irui was given a room on one of the upper floors of the Hospital. The entire wing was guarded and monitored by ANBU Black Ops. Those without clearance could not visit him. He was totally alone with nothing but his thoughts to accompany him. The process of healing was slow but steady. Machines had been hooked up to him and the steady beep of the heart rate monitor provided a mechanical lullaby for those nights when the pain kept him awake. On most nights, a doctor or nurse would check in on him. Once they made sure he was okay, they'd leave him be but tonight was not like most nights. Tonight was different.
On this night, she'd appear. It was hard to say how and when she had arrived in his room. What is it a secret passage that only ANBU knew of? Was it through his window that seemed to be sealed so shut that only a fuuinjutsu could be responsible? Had she simply slipped into his room through the door after his painkillers had put him to sleep? Irui might never know. Whatever the case may be, she was now leaning against the wall directly opposite his bed. It was dark and the rumble of a storm could be heard outside. The soft plit-platter of the rain against the window joined the chorus of machines that whirred as they kept doctors abreast of Irui's condition. The glow of the machines would provide the faintest of outlines. It was of a woman in a dark red jumpsuit, armed with Sai holstered from her tailbone to her upper back, compact echo speakers attached to her forearms as though they were evening gloves, and of course two delightfully voluminous blonde pig tails.
The woman crossed her arms and remained leaning against the wall in silence. She'd patiently wait for him to respond to her presence and if he was sleeping she'd nod to the camera and they'd use one of the machines to give him the tiniest of jolts. It was just enough to rouse him awake.