Sasuke had been a healthy child growing up, but Mikoto's get-well soup was good enough that he could distinctly remember overexaggerating one or two Academy flus in order to ensure that he'd end up with a steaming bowl of it. Now that he thought about those moments, he was reasonably certain than his mother had been fully aware.

"I'm on rotations," he answered, making a vague gesture to indicate the rest of this hallway. "I requested --" Trauma unit, technically, but the med-nin had beaten the importance of terminology in speeding healing into him after many gaffes. "-- this unit so I could look in on you."