No more sinister than sane // Briefing your life away

[nosamurai]

Who: Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Izuna, Uhiha Madara?, Yosuke?, WHOEVER IS THERE \o/
When: Sunday, right after Sakura makes the offer to patch up Izuna's doll.
Where: Suite 35
Summary: Izuna's doll needs mending. Sakura volunteered to do it. So... she does. (My summarization talents rock.)
Rating: PG-13/R?
Warnings: Izuna feels severely burned, and

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[nosamurai]

She made a low noise in the back of her throat, letting him know she'd heard. Dignifying his statement -- karma? Karma hit you in the next life -- with a response ranked low on the totem pole of priorities. Acknowledging him as Izuna ranked low in her priorities. To her, he needed to be generic.

So he was.

Here lay a man, in pain, who she could help, even if now it was in round-about manners that called on skill-sets she usually didn't have to employ. He was blind, so things such as tone and cadence, paired with touch (she frowned at the thought, losing some of her focus), would be important in communicating during this process.

Her gentle handling didn't stop, even as she nabbed the chair and pulled it up to the bedside. "Then I'll let you know where I'm going next with a double-tap." She demonstrated, tapping her nail twice against the doll's face, near the burn sites. "I'm going to take out all of the burned," flesh, "Material before anything else. It's going to hurt. Bear with it."

She kept her tone matter of fact, much like she would had she been in the hospital, working with people she didn't know well if at all. Shinobi, in particular, went several ways. Some wanted the matter of fact presentation, others needed to be confronted aggressively, yet others needed a friendly glossing of the details in favor of the ultimate prognosis. Sakura was opting for the first with Izuna, partly to keep the temptation of actual aggression on her part at bay, and partly because glossing over what a blind man felt sounded like a bad idea.

"Would you prefer I keep talking?"

She waited for his response before going to work, taking out a scalpel to do the fine cutting. She could have used her hands, but for the control she wanted over the situation, the scalpel allowed her a better gauge and precision, with a much finer point.