"Please, just put my hand back on!"

(Just 1,000 words to get my hand reattached after Rikaro Shinkou cut it off -_-.)

Jason bursts through the doors of the Kumogakure hospital, clenching a brown paper bag and holding his bandaged arm where his hand should be. Just a minute or so earlier, he had been training with Ashur and learning a new jutsu. Now, he's rushing to the hospital to get his hand put back onto his wrist. Quite the turn of events.

"Excuse me, miss! Miss!" He yelled down the hallway past the men and women sitting in the waiting room just past the hospital's entrance. Nobody questioned his yelling and refusal to wait with them. When you see some guy with a severed hand running through a hospital, who would ask why he's in a hurry?

"Miss." Jason pants, finally catching a nurse in one of the halls. "One second..." He leans forward, holding his right stump of a wrist and the paper bag his hand is in at the same time. He continues to breath heavily. It was a bad idea to run. He had to conserve as much energy as possible and keep his blood from pumping too fast. But, at the same time, he wanted help as fast as possible.

"Sir, please calm down. Tell me what the problem is." The nurse attempts to calm Jason down. For the most part, he is on the inside. To him, almost everything is simply a task, an objective. Jason is running because this task is more of an urgent one. He is reason for running is not because he's afraid, but rather, he understands that if he is not quick with his actions, he may bleed to death.

Jason says nothing in response to the nurse's question. His only reaction is holding up his wrapped wrist, the bandages slightly reddish-pink from his bleeding. He raises his eyebrows as if to ask "what do you think the problem is".

Her face changes to a sort of embarrassed look as she realizes Jason's urgent need of attention. "I'll get a doctor." She assures him.

"I could use one! Thank you!" Jason says.

He nods his head slowly at first then quickens his pace as the nurse continues to stand in place until she finally brings herself to call a doctor to help him. 

"Yeah... you do that... thanks..." Jason thinks. "I'll be here." Jason yells down the hall as the nurse scurries along.

He slams his back into the nearest of the two hallway walls and slides down slowly, savoring his rest and closing his eyes.

Jason hears a voice, a female voice, coming from his right. "Sir, do you need assistance?" She asks with a gasp, probably at Jason's injured state. In a hospital, the sight of an injured person sitting against the wall isn't supposed to happen. All patients should be in their rooms, not in any random hallway with their hand cut off. Naturally, she wanted to help treat him.

"I'm getting help, thanks." Jason's eyes remain closed, trying to enjoy his rest.

"The time I don't need a nurse, one walks right up to me. When I need one, I have to exhaust all of my energy to do so." Jason thinks. "Never mind."

Jason sighs. "Anytime now..." He thinks. "Guy with no hand... sitting by a wall... waiting for a doctor... hm." Jason chuckles. 

Crazy. Anybody would have thought that Jason was crazy for having any reason to laugh in his state. He isn't. Just being where he is now gives him humor. He never thought this would happen. Not that he's sad or upset about his current state but rather, he laughs at the sheer low probability of something like this happening. No hand. Hm.

"Hey, kid!" A male voice calls for him this time. "The nurse told me you needed my help. Follow me, sir."

Jason opens his eyes and stands as the man wraps his arm around Jason's shoulders.

"Yes, thanks." Jason almost doesn't know what to say. In fact, he'd rather not speak at all. He wants simply to flow with time, for the doctors to heal him so that he can be on his way. 

He fears that if it takes any longer to get the operation underway and finish it, the Raikage may send out an order to kill him for treason. Maybe. Jason still doesn't know if Mortation considers him a threat big enough to worry about. Of course, he must be smart enough to know that big problems can start out little. In fact, Jason understands that if the Raikage decides not to do anything about the insubordination, it will prove to be a formidable problem later. One that can cost him his life. Then Kumo would need a new Raikage. Though, whether or not Mortarion sent the order, it may already be too late. Right after this operation, Jason will have been long gone. It isn't safe anymore in the village, not for Jason. If he stays he'll be dead. If not dead, mistrusted and then, eventually, dead. So leave. That's the only option. It may be a bit ahead of schedule- Jason is supposed to be a chuunin before he decides to leave to find Eriya. So far, that plan hasn't been going so well...

"Right in here, come." The doctor walks Jason into the operation room. "And let me see the bag as well, please. Your hand must be in there, correct?"

Jason hands the doctor the bag and lays down upon the bed at the back of the room.

"Eager are we?" The nurse in the room asks with a smile.

Jason's emotionless expression remains, eyes half shut. He's in no joking mood. Of course he's in a hurry! He wants his hand back!

"Okay, we're just going to need some information on who you are. You didn't wait in the waiting room like the rest of our patients so we don't know much about you." The doctor explains. "You might feel a small pinch in you forearm too. I'm just drawing some blood for a test."

"Okay." Jason makes his minimalist response.

"Name?"

"Jason Goka." His heart almost stops at realizing what he had just done. Jason listens intently for the next question, hoping that he will continue instead of stop to call in the Raikage's special anbu to execute him. "No, I'm not that important." Jason thinks.

"Age?"

Jason exhales. "Seventeen."

"Are you part of a clan that you know of?"

"Yes," Jason feels the sting of the needle in his forearm. "Goka clan."

A second sting on his shoulder but Jason only makes a small flinch.

"Sorry about that. Just an anesthetic. You don't want to be awake when we operate, trust me."

Jason opens his eyes. "Hm. I've never been put to sleep for an operation." He thinks. "How long will it take before I fall aslee-"

Darkness.

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(Rushing like crazy)
----------------------------- Approx. 2 hours later---------------------------------------

Jason slowly opens his eyes, feeling pain in his right wrist. A sign that his hand's nerves have at least been reattached, if not the skin and muscle as well. When he takes a look for himself, the hand and wrist are wrapped completely in new clean bandages.

"How are you feeling?" The doctor's voice from Jason's left side

Jason's head turns. "Fine. Regular."

"Good. You're vitals are fine. You haven't lost too much blood for anything serious and your hand should be perfectly healed in a week or so." The doctor explains. "You can leave whenever you feel like you're alert enough."

Jason looks back up to the ceiling. "Thank you."

"No problem. You're information is all in order. Your blood says that you are, in fact, a Goka clan member. We'll need this room open for any new patients later so leave as soon as you feel regular."

The doctor's right. Jason still feels woozy.

The doctor leaves.

Jason looks out the window past the open door. It's dark. It's deep in the night. Perfect for a midnight run. He won't be coming back though.

"Bye, Kumo."

(Just made this thread to get my hand back on. I don't know if 1,000 words is enough for that but this is it.)

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(That was easier than I thought, actually. I was getting tired by the end, so I rushed and that's why the writing style quality goes down towards the end. Sorry about that but oh well ^^)

(Bye, Kumo! I'll be back soon enough. To bring down the Raikage ^^)

Approved sorry for the delay