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sunshineverse2015-07-05 10:28 pm
culinarydreams) wrote in sunshineverse2015-07-05 10:28 pm
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Who: Natsumi and Itachi
When: Backdated to about 9 years ago
Where: Hospital
Notes: Backstory
"You've had a rough day, Natsumi-chan," the mednin said kindly. "We'll be keeping you overnight just to make sure none of the spider's venom got into your wounds. In the meantime, get some rest."
Get some rest? Yeah, right, Natsumi thought to herself. How am I supposed to sleep after my cousin nearly got eaten by a monster spider? She kept that to herself, instead asking after her cousin's well being. "Kichirou...is he...?"
"He's been given an antidote for the venom and he's taking well to it. He'll be in the hospital for a few days, but he will get better. Please don't worry."
The calm and pleasant middle-aged mednin had plenty of reassuring words and good advice that Natsumi wouldn't be taking. How could she not worry? Kichirou nearly died. Her younger cousin that she'd promised to protect had been so badly hurt. Maybe if she'd watched him better instead of dallying to talk to her friends in the schoolyard, those idiots wouldn't have dared him to go into the Forest of Death. All the horrible possibilities of what could have gone wrong played out in her mind, each one worse than the last.
Her mind was racing too much to get any rest just yet, so she picked up a hand mirror and tried to activate her brand new Sharingan. The ten year old girl's nose wrinkled as she concentrated until at last her eyes turned red, each with a single tomoe. She turned it off. Then on again. Off once more. She was so distracted by her new bloodline limit that she didn't even notice the quiet footsteps of a visitor entering her hospital room.
When: Backdated to about 9 years ago
Where: Hospital
Notes: Backstory
"You've had a rough day, Natsumi-chan," the mednin said kindly. "We'll be keeping you overnight just to make sure none of the spider's venom got into your wounds. In the meantime, get some rest."
Get some rest? Yeah, right, Natsumi thought to herself. How am I supposed to sleep after my cousin nearly got eaten by a monster spider? She kept that to herself, instead asking after her cousin's well being. "Kichirou...is he...?"
"He's been given an antidote for the venom and he's taking well to it. He'll be in the hospital for a few days, but he will get better. Please don't worry."
The calm and pleasant middle-aged mednin had plenty of reassuring words and good advice that Natsumi wouldn't be taking. How could she not worry? Kichirou nearly died. Her younger cousin that she'd promised to protect had been so badly hurt. Maybe if she'd watched him better instead of dallying to talk to her friends in the schoolyard, those idiots wouldn't have dared him to go into the Forest of Death. All the horrible possibilities of what could have gone wrong played out in her mind, each one worse than the last.
Her mind was racing too much to get any rest just yet, so she picked up a hand mirror and tried to activate her brand new Sharingan. The ten year old girl's nose wrinkled as she concentrated until at last her eyes turned red, each with a single tomoe. She turned it off. Then on again. Off once more. She was so distracted by her new bloodline limit that she didn't even notice the quiet footsteps of a visitor entering her hospital room.