It had been long enough since Sasuke had been able to put in a shift at the hospital that he'd been startled by having actually missed the regimented predictability of making rounds. More startling had been the look that Tsukiko had given him, something that made him feel uncomfortably transparent, before she'd given his hair a gruff ruffle and sent him off to deal with the short-term stay ward.

Most of the people in the ward were victims of the same flu that had taken Adela out, it seemed, a group composed largely of the fairly young and the fairly old. He was surprised, then, to see a name he recognized on the roster.

The notes on the chart by the door were casual enough that he wasn't worried when he pushed through, clipboard in hand, though they did make note of a history of susceptibility to infection and family fragility. He raised an eyebrow at the note on fragility as he approached the bed, waiting to see if she was awake enough for the usual run of check-in questions.