Shigo Kazehana had been recently promoted to Jounin Commander through Irene from the direct orders of Diana. It had shocked her but she couldn’t say no to this promotion. It was after all a huge step towards what she wanted. During the promotion, Shigo had asked a few questions about a certain individual that peaked her interest through his crafts, a fella named Fro Tetsudashi. An odd name he had but she ignored it. Shigo was naturally antsy around men but she continued her way through the halls of the Hospital, her demeanor and aura pushing people away. People would scatter through the halls, trying to get away, and because Shigo was the new commander, they had no say in where she could or couldn’t go.
Arriving at the desk of the inpatient ward, her hands would clasp together and place them upon the counter. “Fro Tetsudashi room number.” The woman would stare at her with wide eyes and stutter out the number. “R-r-r-room th-th-three-O-e-e-eight.” She would grip her chair and Shigo would bow respectfully and continue her wait to Room 308. She’d fling the door open, and see the man hooked up to an oxygen mask while he laid there in the bed, hooked up to multiple IV’s that kept him alive. ‘So this is him. He’s just a kid, around the same age as me, isn’t he?’ She’d question him before getting closer slowly, peering over him. He wouldn’t jolt awake… right?
Arriving at the desk of the inpatient ward, her hands would clasp together and place them upon the counter. “Fro Tetsudashi room number.” The woman would stare at her with wide eyes and stutter out the number. “R-r-r-room th-th-three-O-e-e-eight.” She would grip her chair and Shigo would bow respectfully and continue her wait to Room 308. She’d fling the door open, and see the man hooked up to an oxygen mask while he laid there in the bed, hooked up to multiple IV’s that kept him alive. ‘So this is him. He’s just a kid, around the same age as me, isn’t he?’ She’d question him before getting closer slowly, peering over him. He wouldn’t jolt awake… right?