The hospital of Iwagakure was fine enough in Kinsue’s estimation. Clean, efficient, quiet; all of it served to dampen his impatience that had quickly been forming since he had woken up the previous day. He had never had much of a taste for these periods of recovery. Not when he had taken wounds as a boy, not after either of his two Chuunin Exams, not when he had nearly died in Water Country’s Kazuka Province, and certainly not now.
As harrowing as it had been to wake up here, the allies of his home had done a more-than-fine job of getting him back to health. The blade wound that he had taken still stung, of course, and he would still need a couple days of bed rest before he could do anything strenuous; but it would heal well. Till the end of his days, the Karagata knew he would owe a debt to the shinobi who had found him out in the field. He hoped that one day he’d be able to repay that favour.
More importantly, his time at the hospital had almost come to an end. A good thing too; there wasn’t much of a view to be had in the underground facility.
All that was left for him was a simple assessment, or so he had been told. A couple questions and an examination from one of the village’s doctors. After that, decision-makers here had been kind enough to provide him with temporary housing until he was well enough to travel back home.
He couldn’t imagine that it would be very long until he walked out the door. Unlikely too that what happened before that would be anything worth remembering.
As harrowing as it had been to wake up here, the allies of his home had done a more-than-fine job of getting him back to health. The blade wound that he had taken still stung, of course, and he would still need a couple days of bed rest before he could do anything strenuous; but it would heal well. Till the end of his days, the Karagata knew he would owe a debt to the shinobi who had found him out in the field. He hoped that one day he’d be able to repay that favour.
More importantly, his time at the hospital had almost come to an end. A good thing too; there wasn’t much of a view to be had in the underground facility.
All that was left for him was a simple assessment, or so he had been told. A couple questions and an examination from one of the village’s doctors. After that, decision-makers here had been kind enough to provide him with temporary housing until he was well enough to travel back home.
He couldn’t imagine that it would be very long until he walked out the door. Unlikely too that what happened before that would be anything worth remembering.