Uchiha Sasuke (
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[open]|Konoha General Hospital
Where: Konoha General Hospital, Konoha Village
When: January 29th
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As much as every training he found himself unexpectedly shoved into reinforced the fact that medical ninjutsu was not his natural talent, Sasuke had to admit that it was a chakra workout, if nothing else. His own reserves were hardly inconsequential and still medical ninjutsu was draining unless he focused every ounce of concentration on maintaining perfect control, using only the exact amount of chakra needed for the task. Too little and the healing was incomplete; too much and he risked overloading his patient.
Not that he'd had an actual patient today. He'd thought he'd been done with resurrecting food and housepets, but the grumpy medic-nin who had somehow been blackmailed by Obito into training an unwilling Uchiha had said, in a tone brooking no argument, that there was no damn way Sasuke was getting anywhere near a spinal injury until he'd proven he could handle more complex vertebrates than a fish, and until then he was to leave suspected spinal injuries the hell alone until a professional could get there.
Which meant he'd been resurrecting snakes for the better part of the morning. Where the medic-nin had located this many snakes was something Sasuke didn't particularly want to examine, but he was still picking sloughed skin out of unexpected parts of his chuunin uniform as he walked through the hospital, heading finally for the freedom of somewhere not a sterile office.
When: January 29th
Notes: Open to all
As much as every training he found himself unexpectedly shoved into reinforced the fact that medical ninjutsu was not his natural talent, Sasuke had to admit that it was a chakra workout, if nothing else. His own reserves were hardly inconsequential and still medical ninjutsu was draining unless he focused every ounce of concentration on maintaining perfect control, using only the exact amount of chakra needed for the task. Too little and the healing was incomplete; too much and he risked overloading his patient.
Not that he'd had an actual patient today. He'd thought he'd been done with resurrecting food and housepets, but the grumpy medic-nin who had somehow been blackmailed by Obito into training an unwilling Uchiha had said, in a tone brooking no argument, that there was no damn way Sasuke was getting anywhere near a spinal injury until he'd proven he could handle more complex vertebrates than a fish, and until then he was to leave suspected spinal injuries the hell alone until a professional could get there.
Which meant he'd been resurrecting snakes for the better part of the morning. Where the medic-nin had located this many snakes was something Sasuke didn't particularly want to examine, but he was still picking sloughed skin out of unexpected parts of his chuunin uniform as he walked through the hospital, heading finally for the freedom of somewhere not a sterile office.
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That was why he was only now walking through the halls, carrying a file he'd gotten from the ANBU medic on his recent string of colds and other infections that were usually treated when he came in from longer missions. It made Itachi nervous, having someone examine his records from birth to present. It made him nervous watching her try to string all his symptoms together into a cohesive whole. What if they were all just small things happening to him with no relation to each other?
Itachi sighed and shifted the file under his arm. He had a cup of coffee in one hand, sipping on it slowly. He hated the taste of coffee, even heavily doctored with creamer and sugar, but he hadn't been sleeping much with all the medic business going on. Things only got better as Itachi turned a corner and saw Sasuke. Itachi almost froze, then began quickly looking for the best way to avoid Sasuke, hoping his brother wouldn't see him.
He was going to tell his family, but now until after he had some idea of what was going on. He didn't want anyone worrying or fussing over him.
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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."
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