by Irui Mikiri Wed Jul 08, 2020 10:24 pm
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Doctor Nameda had seen plenty of strange cases in her day, from botched ninjutsu to fatal injury. But her career had scarcely prepared her for the day the Orthodox Church of Jashin collided with the ICU. It had been five weeks since the night she got the call-- a young man, torched from the face down, had been rushed to her hospital. Had it been the work of arson, modern Ijutsu would have patched the wounds swiftly. The Orthodoxy had burst into the lobby, carrying a stretcher, flanked by men and women enrobed in gold. Upon the stretcher had howled a young man, the acrid stench of burning human flesh met Nameda first. It had been the start of a long, and arduous process with the patient.
"Identification and Passes?" Requested the tall, black-cloaked agent at the door.
She sighed heavily, and pulled the lanyard from around her neck, dropping the badges into his outstretched hand. "I am Doctor Nameda Takanawa, head of the Hidden Cloud's ICU, charged with personally overseeing the recovery of Patient 'Kagase'", Nameda rolled the statement off her tongue. The doctor looked down the sterile white hallway, then up the other side. Not so long ago this hallway would have been a busy thoroughfare to the different units. Ever since the arrival of "Kagase", it had been converted into a ward exclusively for ANBU.
All she knew was the "Woman in Red" arrived nightly.
The black-robed man handed the ID's back to her and stepped to the side, letting her cart rattle through the theshold. There wasn't much that changed about the ICU. Since the ANBU had arrived, patients were IDed with codenames, all information was on a need-to-know basis, and the Hidden Cloud made every effort to screen her staff. Today her task was simple. There would be no more prodding, injections, or out-patient surgery; on the cart rested a translucent globe, upon which the Coronation displayed.
"Kagase," She murmured, stepping through the boy's door. "I know you can't attend the Coronation in person, so I have brought you the live feed." She explained, wheeling her cart into the room. Nameda set the orb beside the bed, and looked to the heavily wrapped boy sitting upright against the windowsill.
"Lady Ryuko will become the Raikage today, isn't that great?" She offered, smiling warmly as she moved about the room adjusting a few things. "How are you doing today, do we need to make adjustments to your wrappings?"
"No." He coughed out, and shifted to rest his elbow. She followed his focus, to the cloud-wreathed buildings. "I stopped using the morphine...." He added haltingly. "Keeps me awake." The boy turned slowly to Nameda now, his movements jerking and uneven as his body visibly strained. Even beneath the coverings, Nameda could see the tension twisting along his cheeks and jawline, how the muscle corded in his neck and shoulders.
Nameda folded her hands behind her back as he moved to a new position. He didn't want help; she'd seen first hand what Lightning Release spiked with adrenaline had done to a nurse. He drew breath, his lungs wheezing, and scratched at his neck.
"If you need anything, please let us know." Nameda finished, and departed leaving Patient 'Kagase' to the quiet of the room.
[Spectating from Hiospital]