[LOG] Released from the Clinic~
Who: Kouichi and Shikamaru
When: Late Thursday night of Snake Week.
Where: 12D
Summary: Shikamaru has somewhat recovered from his encounter with one of the Black Mambas. Kouichi is thoroughly frazzled by the entire ordeal. Awkward shinobi, GO!
Rating: PG for now.
Warnings: Angst, fluff, will be updated as needed.
Shikamaru walked with one arm thrown around Kouichi's shoulder for support, his legs shaky beneath him. He was still running a fever and a few of his previous symptoms were lingering, but they (he and Kouichi, mostly Kouichi) had managed to convince the medic to allow him to return to his room provided they were careful and stayed in close vicinity to the cafeteria where Tsunade had set up shop.
He was grateful to Fran. He really was. He'd been caught by a snake like some Genin fresh out of the Academy, and she'd saved his life... but honestly? The woman gave him the creeps. He would be just as he was in a few day's time anyway, and he would prefer to spend his time recuperating somewhere more familiar if he could.
The Nara snuck a sideways glance at Kouichi, frowning a bit before reaching up to wipe some sweat off of his own forehead. He never would've thought he could feel guilty for having a brush with death, but he felt horrible for what had happened. He'd been kind of out of it by the time he saw Kouichi rush into the clinic, but he remembered the panic on the immortal's face. The lingering feathers and fingers that were not quite human told of a hasty transformation and slightly oddly shaped eyes had been filled with a very human worry.
He could've died. Without the quick Naruto's quick retrieval and Fran's intervention, he probably would have. All this after he'd told Kouichi -promised him- that there'd be time.
When: Late Thursday night of Snake Week.
Where: 12D
Summary: Shikamaru has somewhat recovered from his encounter with one of the Black Mambas. Kouichi is thoroughly frazzled by the entire ordeal. Awkward shinobi, GO!
Rating: PG for now.
Warnings: Angst, fluff, will be updated as needed.
Shikamaru walked with one arm thrown around Kouichi's shoulder for support, his legs shaky beneath him. He was still running a fever and a few of his previous symptoms were lingering, but they (he and Kouichi, mostly Kouichi) had managed to convince the medic to allow him to return to his room provided they were careful and stayed in close vicinity to the cafeteria where Tsunade had set up shop.
He was grateful to Fran. He really was. He'd been caught by a snake like some Genin fresh out of the Academy, and she'd saved his life... but honestly? The woman gave him the creeps. He would be just as he was in a few day's time anyway, and he would prefer to spend his time recuperating somewhere more familiar if he could.
The Nara snuck a sideways glance at Kouichi, frowning a bit before reaching up to wipe some sweat off of his own forehead. He never would've thought he could feel guilty for having a brush with death, but he felt horrible for what had happened. He'd been kind of out of it by the time he saw Kouichi rush into the clinic, but he remembered the panic on the immortal's face. The lingering feathers and fingers that were not quite human told of a hasty transformation and slightly oddly shaped eyes had been filled with a very human worry.
He could've died. Without the quick Naruto's quick retrieval and Fran's intervention, he probably would have. All this after he'd told Kouichi -promised him- that there'd be time.