Recuperation [IO]

Sat May 12, 2018 7:19 pm

The first few moments of stimulation are within darkness. First, hearing takes effect. A dull, steadily repeated tone sounds from no distinguishable direction. Each portion is short and of high pitch. If a color were to be put with it as some people do associate colors with sounds, this might seem red or pink. This should not be confused with what is literally visualized. At this point, vision has yet to start itself up.

One could set their watch by the beeping tone as it continues perpetually. The sensation of breathing accompanies this. Now, there are two tempos, the high pitched tone and the moving of the lungs. This being a slow start up, the brain has yet to wake up completely in order to fully comprehend anything at all. It listens. It inhales. It exhales. It repeats.

The sensation of physical touch is the next to be booted up. The nervous system rises to the occasion and does not know if it is early to the party of fashionably late. Unbeknownst, it is simply on time. What it implies is that the body is covered by a soft cloth. This linen is felt from the waist up. The legs have yet to confirm that the linen continues. In fact, the legs have yet to confirm that they are awake at all.

Sight is next and it is the last important member. With closed eyes, there is not much to see. However, it is evident that the body is under bright white lights. In time, it can be determined that the light comes from multiple directions, bouncing off of white reflective walls.

Satoru Nara is awake. His eyes open to gaze up at the ceiling in this sterilized room. He is indeed under white linen covers, multiple layers with different functions. The one on the surface is ordained with an intricate fuinjutsu seal. Satoru’s own chakra resonates with that of the seal as his body lies beneath it. His breathing continues.

This is when Satoru decides to deal with what he knows transpired around 36 hours prior. Tsume Chokyoshi has died.

The line of work shinobi decide to embark on possesses an intrinsic risk of death. They know what they sign up for. They know what potentially awaits them every time they depart on a mission. And yet, Satoru can not find it in him to accept this loss.

Looking around the room, Satoru takes everything in visually. The floor is a light blue color. The walls are a glossy white, reflecting the light coming in through the two windows. These windows are located to the right and straight ahead of the foot of the bed. The door is to the left of the bed. A ceiling fan spins slowly, causing a refreshing circulation of air within the room. To complement this, the windows are well propped open to allow for the scent of trees to fill the room. The Nara can tell by the amount of light outside and the perceived direction of the light entering the room that it is late morning.

The scent of bacon meets Satoru’s nostrils. He looks to his left and takes note of the breakfast plate placed upon the nightstand. Along with it, a book on physics and its application for shinobi work. Someone who knows Satoru placed this book where it is. Aside, he realizes easily that this is a hospital.

The Nara inhales deeply and exhales slowly. His chakra is off. The fuinjutsu seal on the blanket covering him binds to his chakra network. He can tell, he can feel a deficiency. And now that it is brought to light, Satoru also comes to terms with this fact: his legs are gone. He looks down his body to see no elevation where his legs would be. He rests his head back and takes another breath.

Satoru has no words just yet.

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Wed May 16, 2018 2:07 pm

Cole had been at the hospital for 24 hours without sleep waiting to see if Satoru was going to make it. The whole time he had been beating himself up over the whole mission. Thinking that if he had been more vocal or faster or smarter that Tsume would still be alive and Satoru wouldn’t bee in this situation at all. That he should have been there and disagreed against Tsume order for both Miyamoto and him to leave the two of them alone on an S rank mission. He had so many scenarios fly through his head and had cried enough tears on the roof of the hospital before coming down to the waiting room that he didn’t have any more tears to cry. This was the first time since his parents had been killed that he actually cared for someone else. He had grown fawn of his teammates and was even calling them his friends the first one he had made that was not scorpions.

Cole was sitting in a chair in the corner of the white-walled room with glass windows lining one side so that everyone could see in or out. His white jacket had fallen off sometime while getting Satoru to the hospital and his hair was all snow white frizzed out. He hated it normally when it was like that but for now, he hadn’t even noticed it. His face and eyes were red from not having any sleep and he sat there with his face in his hands looking at the floor between two fingers. He thought about what would happen to his friend Miyamoto who was the leader of the group and highest ranking member of their little team. He hoped that he wouldn’t be punished for anything that happened and that he would be back soon.

It was at this time that a nurse came and told Cole that Satoru was stable now and that he should go home and get some rest. Reluctant at first cole eventually agreed with the nurse and walked back out of the waiting room giving the nurse his home number for in case Satoru woke up before cole could get back. He walked out and the sun was up now it was bright and stung his eyes as he walked out the front door of the hospital. By the time he had gotten home, the sun no longer burnt his eyes but the lack of sleep still caused them to sting. Cole went into his room and sat his alarm to go off in 6 hours and moved the phone to were it was by his bed and fell asleep almost the moment his head hit the bed.

Cole woke up several times tossing and turning seeing the whole thing over and over in his dreams. The most prominent one being the rogue ninja's face as he sunk back into the ground. “The Jaws of Grimma don’t make trades” those words would haunt cole for a while and he knew it. He hated the group after they had killed his parents he went and hunted them down and slaughtered a whole camp of them. However no one in that camp had been on the same level that the rogue ninja was on he was powerful and smart as well, and coles team was no match for him as he took the upper hand and never let it go. Cole would not forget this either and he would hunt this man down and he would have his vengeance. He would find this man and take him alive and get the information he needed to put an end to the whole group, and he would get his sweet sweet vengeance getting the answers out him.

Cole got up still thinking about his dreams and what he could have done to save Tsume and Satoru. He walked over and jumped into the shower and got a change of clothes now back into his normal gear and cleaned up he went back to the hospital. He walked back in went up to the desk where the nurse was still their her shift was close to ending as she had come in a few hours before she talked cole into going to get some rest. “Sir I just got done calling your phone he woke up just a few minutes ago and you can go in to see him” she would say. Cole paused for just a moment when it hit him that not only did Satoru survive the ordeal, but Cole had not thought about what he would say to him now that he could see him. It had never crossed his mind what he would say. Satoru and Tsume were close they even lived together and cole felt like it was his fault that all of this happened. He had no idea how to say he was sorry for letting his best friend get killed and letting him get his legs blown off.

The nurse took cole by the arm clearly able to see the worry on his face. “Its ok, it's not your fault all of this happened. He will be happy to see you and will know that you did everything you could” she would tell cole while walking him through the doors and to Satoru’s room. She would knock two times before opening the door and talking into the room telling Satoru he has a visitor. Cole would walk in and look at the damage Satoru laid their under blankets with fuuinjutsu seals on them. He looked better than Cole did really the nurses had been taking good care of him for the looks of it. He looked rested and clean, but cole could tell from the look on his face that he had noticed that he didn’t have any legs at this point. Cole noted that there was a book on the table next to him, and figured that Miyamoto had snuck in and dropped it off but he wasn’t sure of it.

Cole would walk around the bed and pull a nearby chair up to the side of the bed sitting down in it. He wouldn’t say a word while doing so letting the room stay quit he still didn’t know what to say. After a few minutes if Satoru hadn’t said anything cole would speak. “Miyamoto went and told Tsumes mom she said you're still welcome their” he would wait after speaking to judge if Satoru was ready to talk or if he wanted cole to leave either way cole would do what Satoru needed him to do. If Satoru wanted cole to leave cole would do so saying one last thing before he walked out the room. “That man was a monster and so is the group that he works for they will not get away with this I'll kill them all” then he would walk out.

(WC-1156)

Sun May 20, 2018 8:16 pm

Cole enters the room and Satoru looks over at the door. He remembers that his teammates are likely to visit him during his stay in the hospital. However, Satoru’s initial thought is that he would prefer some time to think alone. He must process all of the things that have changed his life as of recent.

“Hey.” The Nara greets Cole in no abnormal fashion. He speaks as though they are passing by. There is no hint in his voice that would let someone know that he is in a hospital bed or missing his legs.

Satoru listens to what Cole says. This update is well appreciated. Having been unconscious for a day and a half, one would of course like to know what has been going on around them. Miyamoto’s doings are noted. The state of Tsume’s mother is noted as well. Satoru is warmed by knowing that he is welcome to remain in his friend’s abode.

“Thanks, Cole.” The Nara speaks appreciatively to his teammate. He then looks up at the ceiling fan again. “If it’s alright with you, I think I need some time to think. Not that your company isn’t welcome. There’s just a few things I should process before anything else.”

If Cole does depart, Satoru will take to heart his words as he leaves the room. This sentiment adds one more thing to the Nara’s list of contemplation. Is revenge truly the course of action Satoru wants to take? Would it make him feel better or worse? How does the entire ordeal affect his long-term goals?

Satoru goes back to silence in a white room.

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Sat May 26, 2018 10:45 am

Cole understood his friends feeling it was a lot to take in and cole himself was still feeling all kinds of emotion. He would walk out of the room like his friend had asked him to only stopping at the door to tell him that he will avenge Tsume’s death and the pain that Satoru was in. cole would walk out of the room shutting the door behind him not giving Satoru anytime to respond before the door was shut and cole was gone. Cole would walk down the halls of the hospital with the nurses taking quick glances at him. They was smarter than most give them credit for they knew the devastation a trained shinobi can bring down on a place, and they knew what emotions did to people. They watched cole to make sure he was not about to go do something stupid that they would have to tell the hogokage about. They saw nothing on coles face to tell them anything except the face of someone who had just lost a friend.

Cole was smarter than that he knew he would have to get stronger and he wanted to get stronger this was the time that he would have to push his training to the next level. He would be strong enough next time to defend his friends and save their lives if that is what he had to do.

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Sun May 27, 2018 10:40 am

Kari stood outside the room waiting for the two boy's to finished their conversation. Due to money issues, lack of work at the temple, and a honest interest in medicine, Kari took up an assistant position at the hospital. Normally she was assigned to watch children and help keep them happy but they also have her clean rooms and speak to some of the older patience. Her job today was to check up on one of the newer patience and keep his room clean. Apparently 4 Ninja went on a dangerous mission and there was a casualty. Also, another one was seriously wounded and lost his legs. She did not know the ninjas but she was interested in helping them if she could. Maybe they would show some interesting emotions that she never seen before.

A tall boy left the room with a defeated look on his face. Kari did not say anything staying quiet and in the boy's background. After he left, Kari knocked on the door.
"I am coming in," Kari announced in her deary voice, "I am Kari Tsukami. I will be assisting you today. If there is anything I can get you?"
Kari woe a white cloak, a nurse headband blue long pants and short sleeve shirt. Her collar hid her mouth and only allowing her aloof eyes to show. This was until she gave a curious bow.

WC: 232

Mon May 28, 2018 12:15 pm

Satoru does not get very far into thought before an unfamiliar voice informs him that they are entering the room. It takes little time to recognize the voice as feminine. The Nara can only assume that this is one of the nurses assigned to caring for him. When she enters, this assumption is affirmed to be true. Satoru only needs to take notice of the white robe and medical headband to come to that conclusion.

For the most part, Satoru feels little need for food or drink. This is likely due to just waking up from a trauma-induced slumber. He does know that his body must require some energy by now. Maybe it is provided by the fuinjutsu seal covering his lower body. This is one thought based on the fact that the Nara has no IV tubes attached to him which might provide nutrients or water.

“Um…” At first, Satoru does not know entirely what to say in response to the nurse. Although he believes that food will do something to cheer him up, as long as its taste is enjoyable. “I guess I’m hungry? I’ll eat anything.”

Naturally, Satoru is indeed a picky eater. But, in order to take the present things off of his mind, he believes that processing any flavor can serve as a distraction. Contemplation and self-reflection will have to wait.

As though forcing itself into the Nara’s train of thought, the absence of his legs steps up to the front of his priorities.

“Hey, actually…” He begins, hopefully catching the nurse before she might tend to his previous request. “I lost my legs. What… are we doing about that? Did the doctors tell you anything? Can I continue to work as a shinobi?”

The Nara waits attentively for whatever information he can get about this subject. Ideally, he would prefer to ask those who formulated the seal upon his covers. They might have more insight into the condition of his body in terms of whether or not he will ever return to the work of a ninja. Truly though, he is willing to ask anyone who works in the building.

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Mon May 28, 2018 6:05 pm

The boy looked at her though he did not seem impressed. His face was filled with some kind of weird energy. However Kari could not describe it. He was in the hospital so maybe this was sadness, regret, defeat, she wondered if she should inquire it. Maybe she should draw his face. No she was at work and she did not want to get fired. This paid way better than the temple. Also Terumi-sempai said that temple work was not her style because she could not bring her notebook. Now though, she could have it in her cloak.

The boy spoke, seeming uncertain about an answer. However, he did eventually did say something. He wanted anything. Kari remained silent as she debated how to respond. She could request for a more specific answer but that would be bad customer service. Her dad could figure out the best answer for any of those vague answers. Kari was not him, but she could not let him down. So she nodded and turned around. As she got to the door, the kid spoke again. He mentioned his lost legs, something she was aware of, but his question was not something she could answer. Should she make up something? Should she tell him that she did not know?
"I am not the best resource to answer the question. I apologize, but I cannot assist with that."

Kari did not turn around. This was a sensitive subject and she did not know how best to express herself. Smiling would be wrong, and she could not get angry. She just let her dreary voice confront the boy alone.
"I will get you something to eat now. Please hold on until I get back."

Kari left the room and walked down to the cafeteria. The selection was not great but with the limiting request of anything, she had some room to improvise. The first thing she did was grab a bowl of miso soup. Then she found a good size Turkey sandwich and a ham one for herself. She missed lunch but staff could also get something from the cafe if needed. It was another perk of this job. Then she got a chocolate milk box and a cranberry juice box. This covered everything that was important for a meal.

"I am coming in," Kari walked in with a tray of soup, milk box, and a turkey sandwich, "I hope this is sufficient. Boys like chocolate milk right?" She walked up to the stand next to his bed and place the tray there. Then she reached into her cloak and pulled out some napkins and a soup spoon. After placing them down she gave a quick bow and backed away.
"Is there anything else I can do for you before I return to my primary duties?"

WC:469

Mon May 28, 2018 6:50 pm

Approved at Cole

Tue May 29, 2018 7:57 pm

“Hm.” The Nara’s response in his head is simplistic. At this point, there isn’t much to say in reaction to anything else. He looks back down at the sheets in front of him and at the flat area where his legs would be if he had them. “I didn’t expect much information. I did gleam the fact that a nurse is not likely to have much information on my future condition. If I’m going to ask someone, it should be the doctor who primarily tended to me upon my arrival here.”

His hands tighten into fists, the sheets getting caught up between his fingers. Satoru then relaxes his muscles and looks up at the white ceiling once more. This seems to be a repeating action for him, looking into the ceiling.

Kari lets Satoru know that she is leaving to get him something to eat. This lightens the Nara’s emotional state as he expects to find some pleasure in eating. She returns in time and Satoru has done nothing of note between her leaving and entering the room. The meal she brings is appealing to look at when it is first brought in.

“Thank you.” Satoru states simply. She comments on chocolate milk. “I’m not a fan. Milk, sure, but added flavors to foods originally without them never appealed to me.” This is the first bit of natural conversation he has had since waking up. His mind is opening up.

Kari then asks him for any final requests before she returns to other work. This, surprisingly, causes Satoru to ask for her to stay.

“Actually, um…” He begins. “If it’s no problem or anything, I mean. Could I keep talking to you? Unless you’re very busy, that’s fine.”

Should Kari remain in the room and indulge Satoru’s request, then he will unwrap his sandwich and begin eating the meal brought to him. All aside from the chocolate milk which will be placed upon the night stand to his left.

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Wed May 30, 2018 3:49 am

Kari would not respond to the boy's lack of comments about her lack of an answer about his legs. She would not know what to say and she also agreed with the logic that A doctor, someone train to fix these kind of injuries, would be the best resource. When she returned he thanked her but admitted that he did not like chocolate milk.
"Oh... I have Cranberry. You can have it," Kari pulled out the juice box from her jacket and places it on the tray, "I think this one is also healthy for you."
Kari then grabbed the chocolate milk and opened it. It was not her favorite milk but it was not a bad drink either. She took a sip and let out a sigh as the cool milk flowed down her throat. However she stopped as she was unsure the boy would drink the juice. Cranberry was not a popular flavor for most boys. Then again, she was wrong about the milk.

His next answer was something that caught her off guard a little. She was not expecting him to want to talk to her. It was weird. She was not very good at holding conversation. Even now her head was turned away as she tried to think of a solution for this event.
"Umm... sure. I am not busy. You care is my top priority. So if talking with you will make you feel better than I will take that route. It is most logical."

She watched as he started eating his sandwich. Kari followed up by taking another sip of the milk. If he could eat, then she succeeded and earn the right to have a little lunch herself. This would by time for her to think up a topic.
"Umm... so what do you wish to talk about?"

WC:311

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