Whispers

The white haired man sat up in his hospital bed. Takeo glanced off to his right. He watched through the glass window as the medical staff walked through the hallway. They were always talking about stuff as well. Honestly it was quite annoying. He just wanted peace and quiet until he was clear to leave. Couldn't be helped he guessed. The man had complained a few days ago. Since then the doctors had tried their best to adhere to his requests. Before they had stood outside his room whispering amongst themselves. The heightened senses of a seasoned shinobi picked up on it though constantly. Now they no longer did so, not wishing to face an angry shinobi no doubt.

He had been here for just under a month now, it had to be. It had been weeks since his faithful companion had helped him inside. Weeks since his body had given out on him as well as his mind. He had woken up days later in the hospital bed. His broken body had been treated, now the natural healing would have to do the rest. The man's left arm was in a cast, the bones having been broken in multiple places. How it just needed time to knit back together. Truth be told Takeo hadn't really had time to pay attention. He just knew that his legs were out of commission for some time until they had fully healed.

Thus the man found himself sat in a hospital bed. He was waiting for the all clear to be let out. The healers wanted to be one hundred percent sure he would recover naturally or something. Takeo had noted that the service here wasn't great. The lack of shinobi trust even extended to the health system it seemed. His body was fine though, or it would be soon enough.

Takeo rested his head back against the hospital wall. His eyes closed and he shifted himself to get more comfortable. The silence was nice. It allowed for day dreaming. The man felt at peace for the first time in awhile. However the peace was shattered when he heard the unintelligible whispers of the doctors outside his room. The man growled. They'd go away eventually he thought to himself. At least they were making an effort to be more quiet. Takeo couldn't make out what they were saying. It sounded as if they were underwater in a way. Faint and drowned out, that's how he would describe it. Time went on and the whispering continued. His irritation grew, but he simply remained where he was. A minute passed before the man snapped. Shooting into an upright position he opened his eyes and glared toward the window.

There was no one in view. The anger slipped from his features, replaced with confusion. The noise had stopped as well. Embarrassment washed over him. "A fly or something then." Takeo mumbled to himself, laying back in the bed. He would be cleared to go a few hours later. Takeo had been given a wheelchair until his legs had repaired themselves. It had been difficult to wheel himself out of the building but he had managed it.

Takeo heard the faint sound of a chuckle as he left the building. Must have been one of the male doctors on the other side of the hall he thought to himself.

The familiar trotting that accompanied the arrival of his friend Pig made Takeo smile. "Time to head back." He said to the animal.

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