[open]|Konoha General Hospital

[not_thedragon]

Where: Konoha General Hospital, Konoha Village
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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[dangodragon]

Itachi felt a little furtive. He'd ended up deciding on an older medic, one that didn't do field work anymore but knew what she was doing. She was brisk and efficient and understood the need for privacy. Itachi also didn't think she would blackmail him with this information. Itachi had chosen a medic in the two weeks, but as he'd been dealing with a cold, she'd wanted to wait until he was better to do any conclusive testing. She had given him a general check-up, letting him know he had some inflammation in his joints and lungs. The lung inflammation would be related to the cold, Itachi hoped, and not something else. He was fond of breathing.

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.

[clouded_moon]

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."