[Action Thread] [Hoping for Answers] [Closed to Hinaji and Hanato]

[hyuuga_hinaji]

[OOC: Set a couple days after this thread.] Even though Hanato had said it was fine to come visit, it had taken Hinaji a few days to gather the courage to do so. That he'd been exhausted after meeting with Tsurude and Jimaiya didn't help matters much, either

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[dogtag_ninja]

Kiba'd been staying away more and more, as Hanato mended steadily and other matters required her attention. Hanato wasn't sure whether he was relieved or annoyed at this. Sure, his little sister's constant hovering--and her unnatural quiet concern--was wearing on his nerves, but alone in the hospital room he had nothing to do but sleep, read the medical textbooks he'd persuaded one of the nurses to bring up from his clinic, or think.

Thus far, not even a thoroughly engrossing account of a rabies pandemic in the early years of Konoha's founding had been managed to keep the thoughts at bay.

So his dark eyes--the bandages on his cheek had been removed early that morning--widened with relief as the door opened, even when he recognized the visitor as Kiba's teammate. He wasn't sure why Hinaji'd be visiting--their brief conversation had utterly slipped his mind--but the boy was a nice kid anyway. Quiet, and a good balance for Kiba's impulsiveness.

"Hey, Hinaji-kun. Kiba's not here, if you're looking for her."

[hyuuga_hinaji]

"Ah, um," he said softly, entering the room and closing the door behind him, " that's alright. I was hoping to talk to you, anyway..." He moved closer to Hanato's bed, standing a couple feet away and disregarding the chair. If he was going to bring up bad memories, sitting seemed too informal a thing to do.

"...How have you been? Will you be able to go home anytime soon...?"

Despite Hinaji wanting desperately to ask just what Hanato had wanted to say about her, he couldn't just jump into it. It was rude, but mainly he just didn't know what to say.

[dogtag_ninja]

With the mummifying bandages removed from his face, Hanato's sense of smell was nearly back to his normal levels. Granted, his processing power was still a little numbed by the powerful painkillers tranking his body, and it was tough work filtering through the hospital scents of rubber and steel, of rubbing alcohol and drugs and vomit and blood and chalk and detergent. But Hinaji's nervousness was strong enough that it overwhelmed the other scents.

He shouldn't smell like that, not when he was just coming to pay a visit to his teammate's older brother. Maybe something about hospitals threw him off? Or maybe it was visiting an injured man--although he was a ninja, and Kiba had mentioned once that Hinaji liked making herbal remedies to help with injuries

[hyuuga_hinaji]

Medic-training? Hinaji had never really actively thought about it. Making remedies was one thing, but being able to heal people as badly injured as Hanato had to have been...?

...Or going crazy from knowledge and forcing people to make choices between which arteries to cut...

"I'm not sure," he said quickly, cutting off that train of thought. "I hadn't really thought about it..." He smiled a little forcefully. "Making salves isn't very much, but I like helping if I can." If anything, he'd only become more nervous no matter how much he tried to stamp it down.

Hanato was an Inuzuka. There was nothing to worry about.

"B-but actually... I was wondering something...about a medic..." He trailed off, not quite sure how to continue. The last thing he wanted to do was offend an injured friend.