Izumo did his best to avoid the hospital, usually. However, he was out of the healing salve the medics liked to give him. It was this herbal stuff that smelled a little funky but worked magic on the small cuts and scrapes he tended to pick up. And since most of the healers knew him for that one time he'd gotten slashed on the hand with a kunai and in five days had managed to turn it into a generalized body-wide raging infection, they always gave him a jar of the stuff when he asked. It saved him a lot of pain and them a lot of trouble. Having a sucky immune system...well, sucked.

He wasn't expecting to run into Uchiha Sasuke.

Granted Izumo only knew that this was Sasuke and not some other random Uchiha (because they all looked damned alike) because Itachi bragged on his little brother and Obito was his teacher. Izumo blinked at the dark-eyed teenager.

"Ah. Sasuke-kun." He abruptly realized the brat had been training today. Excellent! Izumo grinned. "Hey hey, I bet you can help me get a jar of that ointment. Y'know, the greeny-yellow slimy stuff for wounds. I'm out."