You'll Be Fine

Shihouin's clone stood at the foot of a large hosiptal bed. The mechanics underneath the bed were all metallic and jumbled with a bunch of wires, cords which led every which way. There was an IV near his bed propped up on a more stable plastic tower, letting the fluids race down into his body. They had covered in him white cotton sheets and adorned the hosiptal room with a large number of things for him to entertain himself with. Sitting behind a large window, when Kuroda came too he would notice that he was on the top floor of the hospital.

He flipped the magazine page and read an article on fitness, exercising and things of the like, looking at a new workout bench for civilians which claimed could get you stronger than any genin in the village to date. His black eyes scanned through the magazine, each page becoming more worthless than the last. After a while, boredom crept up in his mind and he calmly set the magazine down beside him on a brown wooden table which had the flower of a single orchid near the magazine stack. He looked over to Kuroda for a second. He was shiny red this time around, they had greased his body in some type of ointment which would bring the pain down to a low level to keep his body from going into shock. The nurses would remove and re-apply it later to keep him clean.

A door opened to his right, and a medic nin doctor stepped in. It was obvious he was of higher rank, he wore the traditional medic ninja clothes except for a large white overcoat decorated with medical instruments about some of the lower and higher chest pockets. He carried a pale tan clipboard in his hand, and clicked a pen as he walked over towards Kuroda. Shihouin took the effort to speak. "I take it that he's doing fine." The doctor glanced towards Shihouin and back at his notes. "He's doing a lot better now, and we've just being using ointments and other medical supplies. I'll personally see to it that I heal him with medical ninjutsu." The doctor grabbed the corner of one of the sheets and moved it down, exposing some of the burns on his chest and abdomen, he swabbed some areas and poked a some before reaching for his pocket. With an alcohol wipe, he gently buffed the area over his heart and placed his stethoscope over it to check his heart, then moved it to check his breathing. "He'll do just fine." Pulling the covers back over his body, he took down some more notes.

Shihouin yawned a bit, stretching the in flak jacket he was in, pointing his open toed shoes out in a full body lean. After a deep sigh his shoulders sunk and he moved his hands to the arms on the chair and pushed his body up to stand on both feet. "Is there anything else I need to do Doc?" The doctor clicked a his pen and passed over the clipboard. There was a long paper with a bunch of information on it and a line at the bottom which was blank. It had another line next to it which had the doctors signature on it. "Sign here and initial on the next page." Shihouin read through all of the information and signed it accordingly, and read through the next set of fine print as he initialed it and handed it back. "Thanks... By the time he wakes up he'll feel like nothing ever happened, everything will be completely healed and he'll be fine. You're good to go." Shihouin nodded slightly and disappeared,

'W-what happened?' Though Kuroda's thoughts had been racing, this thought was the most prevalent as he attempted to recall what had happened in recent memory. As he thought back, the first thing he remembered was.... being at a dojo. Yes, he was at a dojo with Mitsuhide and.... he couldn't remember a name, but he remembered the face of the man who waited at the dojo for them. He had been training there with them. But what had happened? He remembered a bright glowing ball.... That's right, it was a jutsu that the man had used. He had seen one moments before, and then remembered the one that was aimed at the ground just feet from him. He kept visualizing the explosion, thinking of what he could have and should have done. But he could think of nothing. He had left himself vulnerable by charging head-on, and he paid for it. He slowly let his eyes flutter open, only to be greeted by the sight of a bright white room, with an open window allowing sunlight in directly to his eyes. Perfect, after blacking out for who knows how long, he gets exposed to blinding light. He had to continue to squint to look around. After a bit of looking around, he realized just where he was.

He was lying in a hospital bed, from the looks of it, on the top floor. There was a clear view of the village from the window; at least, what he could see was clear, if he wasn't blinded by sunlight. Slowly, Kuroda decided to look down at himself, to see how bad his injuries were... only to find none at all. Had he been healed that quickly? How long had he been unconscious for, anyway? His gaze continued to shift around, when suddenly a man walked into the room. He was dressed in a large white overcoat with medical supplies in the pockets, along with regular medic nin clothes underneath. The man looked at Kuroda and smiled at him. "Well, looks like you're finally awake and feeling better. Good." Kuroda could guess that this had to be his doctor, judging by all the medical supplies and the clipboard he held. "Yeah, I guess so... How bad was I?"

"Well," the doctor began, "You had some nasty burns all over. Mostly second degree. My guess is the pain sent you into shock. It's a good thing you got here when you did." He had expected as much. After all, he couldn't remember much of anything past the point of the explosion. Another question popped to mind, though. "Say, who was it who brought me here?" The doctor took a quick look at his clipboard. "Let's see, that would be... Shihouin Uchiha. He's the man that brought you in. Stayed here with you for a while during the time you were unconscious." So that was his name. Shihouin. He would have to remember to keep that name in mind. "Well, am I able to go home now?" "Oh, sure, not a problem. I'll just need you to sign here." The doctor handed Kuroda the clipboard, opened to a release form to let him out of the hospital. He took the pen and quickly signed it, handing in back to the doctor.

"Okay, very good. Now, the clothes you were in were burnt beyond recognition, unfortunately, but there are some clothes set beside your bed, so you can change into those and be on your way. We also saved all of your ninja equipment with them as well." The doctor motioned toward a chair set beside his bed with his tools and katanas, as well as some civilian clothes. Better than nothing, at least. "Okay, thank you doctor." The doctor simply nodded and stepped outside, closing the door. At this time, Kuroda got off the bed and began to put on this new change of clothes. He strapped his tools and katanas on, checking to make sure everything was there. After seeing to it that everything was in its place, Kuroda walked to the door and opened it, ready to head back to his home. He'd have quite a story to tell his grandparents, that's for sure.