"We're going to the hospital," Masanori said, his tone one that quite subtly suggested there was to be no argument on the matter.

He wouldn't accept it if there was. A shinobi was nothing without their health and it was a detriment to the team if Ami remained in such a compromised state. He reached for a sleeve wordlessly and gave her a tug, an encouragement to lean if she needed without any verbal prodding. Dignity was something he'd rob her of unduly, but for all their time together, his back wasn't something he could offer.