Trauma [P]

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Torazawa Hisoka
Trauma
A bright, eye-scalding white light greeted the teen that had hurriedly opened the glass doors to Konohagakure’s hospital. The fluorescent lighting hummed a numbing tune, barely noticeable, yet prominent enough to put one in a daze if exposed to it for long. If Hisoka weren’t in such a hurry, he would’ve loved to muse about the lights. How, the hum was like a genjutsu, slowly affecting the mind, putting those within its reach to sleep. Perhaps it was a way to calm patients’ nerves, help them relax as they recover from whatever ailment or injury they had. Hisoka was barred from such thoughts; his energy and interest lied with the safety of the injured traveler who had arrived at the village gates in the most peculiar of ways. If given the proper time to consider his actions, the youth may have been surprised to learn that he genuinely cared for the traveler’s well-being. It would seem as if witnessing the last breath of the bloodied, beautiful woman had charmed him into caring, because the majority of things Hisoka did, he did with himself in mind. It was an ideology developed in order to insure his own safety, and in order to save his adoptive parents the grief of losing another child to the murderous profession that was being a shinobi.

However, none of these thoughts would have occurred to Hisoka until after the whole ordeal was over. At the moment the teen was most concerned with relaying the request of Nabuta, the medic who had arrived at the scene. Silence was not a necessity here, though certainly appreciated by the staff as well as the patients. Ignoring this unspoken rule, the Genin ran hard on the slate blue and grey tiles of the floor to the nearest available nurse. Ignoring formalities, and speaking louder than usual, his face slightly flushed, a single bead of sweat running down the side of his face, Hisoka spoke in between short breaths, “ Nabuta… Needs two trauma rooms… immediately,” then, regaining his composure, his lungs filled with oxygen once more, “two injured, condition unknown were found at the village gate.”

The nurse, a brunette, her face accentuated by makeup, looked almost like a doll, but obviously, despite her looks, she was quite capable as, without missing a beat, she scurried off to alert others of Nabuta’s request, disappearing down the long halls of the hospital. Tempted to follow, but refraining from doing so, Hisoka inhaled deeply, standing in the middle of a spacious waiting room. Benches were lined up around the perimeter of the room, were civilians and shinobi alike were waiting to be called for by a doctor. White walls and ceiling added to the sense of sterility that hospitals were known for.

Soon the nurse returned, a pale green surgical mask over her nose and mouth, medical gloves covering her red painted nails. “The trauma rooms are almost ready,” she stated without further elaborating, seeing little point in informing the youth to medical terms that he probably wouldn’t know. There were several things that still needed to be placed in order for the rooms to become fully operational, cleaning the rooms from their last use which had been just a short while ago had been the main priority at the moment, but again, Hisoka was declined this information.

Instead, as the staff continued to prepare for Nabuta’s arrival, Hisoka sat somewhat anxious as to how the events of this morning would play out. He was especially curious about the trauma rooms, and wished he could be allowed to enter, if only to view the medical process. The teen was keen on learning, and experiencing, though, without the required skills to assist, and the fact that even if he did have the skills, the Genin wouldn’t feel inclined to help made him a troubling character to deal with in situations such as these. However, since he had no ill-intentions of disrupting procedures, Hisoka remained silent, counting the minutes, smelling the unique scent of the cleaning chemicals, eying the multitude of books and magazines scattered around the waiting room, the closest one being Sakuteiki a book on garden. Useless, the Genin thought, dismissing the intricate steps and tips given to create a blooming garden.

Taking out the parchment with the name Inuzuka Ryuuko scribed daintily on it, Hisoka toyed with it. Flipping it between fingers, rolling it up and then unraveling it, anything to kill time as it was progressing slower than the teen had ever thought possible. The silence in the waiting room was broken by a curious boy with large blue eyes and dirty-blonde hair, several teeth missing from his smile, his arm casted in a sling. “What’s going on?” He questioned the teen; unaware of the brutal answer he would receive.

A shrug of indifference, “I don’t know,” Hisoka replied, his eyes casted downward, brooding. In return, the boy, to the best of his abilities, crossed his arms and puffed out his cheeks, unimpressed and doubtful of the teen’s response. "You're mean!" the boy stated before sitting up and wandering back over to his mother who was signing out at the clinical desk just opposite of the waiting room on the other side of the hallway. It was sad to say that Hisoka truly didn’t know, despite being an eyewitness. He was unable to comprehend why exactly two riders came to Konoha, battered and near-death. Nor did he understand who they were, or their situation. There were many unanswered questions, but Hisoka believed that the piece of parchment he held onto would give him access to the information he craved.

Trauma
Torazawa Hisoka

TAG: Kana
WORD COUNT: 930
NOTES: Continued from here.

Posts : 542

Nabuto arrived not ten minutes later. Enlisting the aid of Aku, he and the other medical nin had half ran bearing a stretcher that carried the young form of a unconscious boy. Their faces were both flustered and moist with perspiration. The day had gotten warmer by the minute and now the sun was higher up in the sky than when the medics had first taken action. The two bearers would carry their load inside the hospital and no sooner had they entered than a group of nurses and doctors would arrive. The efficiency and professionalism with which they worked was not surprising. The whole world knew that konoha had one of the most superb medical forces. They were little more than support in missions but their mere presence had the capability of increasing the odds of success by more than fifty percent. Quick exchanges where made and statuses reported. There would be a debrief later on but at the moment the most important thing was to evaluate and asses in what danger if any the young boy that had been carried here first by stunning elk and now by two committed saviors of life.

Nabuto was relieved of his duties as soon as he relayed the most important facts to the awaiting staff. He was not a trauma medic. Hard to believe his skills was still far below what many would think. The war had taught him harsh lessons and had been forced to learn the practical applications of his craft rather than the technical. It was because of this that he was still and aid and not a full, fledged doctor. His charge would soon disappear behind a set of double doors and a room marked “Trauma 1” would light up. Its marker alerting to the occupancy and work being conducted. Having little to do Aku would turn to Nabuto and tell his elder, “I am going to go and check on Shanimi and make sure that the proper arrangements are made.” He wanted to say more but felt it unnecessary both nin knew that to talk about the dead was rude. Especially when the dead’s name was not known. The woman had not been able to be resurrected and Shanimi had stayed behind and arranged for whatever volunteers to help her carry the body where it would be autopsied and the prepared for proper burial. Nabuto watched his counterpart walk away towards the door and disappear into the morning sun. He was glad that he worked with such men as Aku and with such women as Shanimi. The war had depleted the medical corps just as much as it had depleted other shinobi departments. His hand would unconsciously go towards his scarred face. That was a testament that he was a survivor and not another statistic thanks to the help of these very same two comrades.

His hand would still be unconsciously tracing the scar on his face when, walking into the waiting room, his eyes fell on the young man that had helped deliver his message. A smile would appear on the older man’s face as he addressed the young lad. “You have performed a great deed today. I would like to thank you properly. I am Akima Nabuto. I would be honored to know your name.” The day had only just begun, but life was forever moving. Here in this room two paths had converged, that of the past and that which held the future, both arriving at the cross roads we call the present. Both perhaps having saved one path from ending.

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Torazawa Hisoka
Trauma

The initial adrenaline had died down now, his breathing, which for a time had been accelerated, his lungs needing more oxygen, had steadied and resumed its regular pattern. For the past ten minutes Hisoka had been painfully studying the interior of the hospital, and when he grew weary of that, the teen drifted back into his subconsciousness, his body becoming still as a statue with the occasional, habitual blinking every so often. What was in front of him became a blur, vague forms and shapes dancing in his field of vision, the only common attribute between the messy visuals was that they were all primarily lighter colors, shades of gray, and every so often, blue. The silence in the hospital was uncanny. When Hisoka was younger, much younger, he recalled how busy the hospital was, and how understaffed every section of Konohagakure’s military seemed to be. What was even stranger however, was how the teen was able to remember so clearly things from his childhood, as most often, people tend to forget such parts of their past.

The brief moment of recollection passed, as loud footsteps from outside grew closer. The quick pitter-patter of feet on steps was followed by the doors being thrust open, medical shinobi charging into the building. A somewhat startled Hisoka observed quietly from his seat as the hospital erupted into sound, doctors and nurses exchanging information, the rushing to and fro of other staff members as they tried to assist the newly arrived patient, awaiting treatment in the trauma room. The Genin only caught a passing glance at the boy who was being wheeled into the room, and all he could make out was black and white hair along with tanned skin; definitely a foreigner. The thought, made Hisoka once again look at the name written on parchment, he wondered if he would have his questions answered soon, but before he could manage to approach Nabuta, a question already in mind, a realization occurred and deterred the youth from his original path of action. The woman’s trauma room hadn’t lighten up like the one, which the boy entered. In fact, Hisoka hadn’t even seen the woman enter the facility, leading the teen to the conclusion that the medics couldn’t resuscitate her.

A tinge of disappointment hit Hisoka’s heart, as he would never get to talk to the woman. There was something the Genin found so intriguing about her in the small moment that he had been in her company, though he may have felt this way due to the manner in which the woman had traveled to Konoha in. No matter, he thought, I’ll—

His train of thought was interrupted by the medic who had lead the injured to the hospital. The smile on his face radiated warmth, though such things didn’t really mean much to the teen at this time. On the contrary, from Hisoka’s point of view, the smile seemed rather awkward given the present situation. “You have performed a great deed today. I would like to thank you properly,” the medic said, giving the Genin his full name, while asking for his in return. Hisoka’s first thought was: was it really so great? All he had done was give into his impulses, and seek information, asking to help only because he believed that by doing so, he’d get what he wanted; an interesting story at least. Furthermore, a mere dash to the hospital hardly seemed like something worth of being called “great”.

Despite all this, the teen remind silent in response to the statement, instead addressing Nabuta’s request for a name. “Torazawa Hisoka,” the Genin replied, “It’s a treat to meet such a capable medic such as you Nabuta-san.” The compliment was accompanied by a false smile in the attempt to get onto good terms with the medic. By giving such a pleasing expression, along with addressing the medic with the proper respect, Hisoka hoped that his next request would be granted, “May I see the patient after he recovers?” Then, adding on with a darker undertone, “If he does recover…”

Those added four words weren’t meant for the ears of a medic, who devoted their lives to healing and protecting. However, the fact that a trauma room was necessary meant that the possibility of the tanned teen’s survival was just that, a possibility. There was no guarantee he would live. Though, then Hisoka would be tasked with finding Inuzuka Ryuuko himself, and while he would most likely pursue his curiosity, Hisoka was a practical teen. Between future missions and training among other things, the teen would have difficulty finding time to seek out the Inuzuka and learn of any connection. Of course the Genin could always tell Nabuta about the parchment, which he now held in a first clenched in order to hid it. However, Hisoka was being somewhat selfish, his idiosyncrasies commanding him to save the information for himself and only if the patient in the trauma room recovered would he consider divulging the name to anyone else. Hey, Hisoka’s a teen, an imperfect being, not every action and thought has to make sense though they may seem that way to the Genin.

Trauma
Torazawa Hisoka

TAG: Kana
WORD COUNT: 846
NOTES: N/A

Posts : 542

The older medic would nod slightly at the younger Genin’s introduction. His smile was genuine regardless of the situation. Perhaps it was his own way to deal with all the hurt, pain and death that plagued a combat medic. One would have taught that in this time of peace he would be more concerned with mending broken bones and filling out prescriptions than failing to save one life and unsure about the outcome of his other patient now perhaps fighting for his life in trauma room one. It was perhaps because of the dark world that his smile was his only way to keep the darkness at bay and not fall to its hopelessness as he had seen many shinobi fall and which had led to their paths of revenge and genocide. Many a war had started in an attempt to “end pain”. His voice was steady and a bright baritone hinting that his younger years were more in the past than the present. Despite his scarred face some would call him homely. He was nothings special to look at and in no way did he consider more than he was a medic.

“Torazawa Hisoka, the treat, as you say, is all mine. I thank you for your compliment. Sadly I am not as capable as you believe me to be.” A dark shadow would briefly fly across Nabuto’s face. The small crack in his armor showing the sadness and powerlessness that dwelled in any true medic. Only those that valued life could feel each loss each fallen as a personal slap in the face. But in the blink of an eye, that crack was gone replaced by the same warm smile that he had trained himself to wear. “As for your request, I cannot guarantee anything but I will do my best. After all, the patient should be made aware of a player in his rescue, and as a player, you should be allowed to see the seeds of your actions. No matter how small, the deeds we choose to do will echo in the eternity.” The older man would take a seat facing directly in front of the young man. His moves were slow and tired. It was not of old age but of his own concern and doubts about the young patient.

Nabuto’s eyes would ever so slightly gaze in the direction of the trauma room, his own questions unanswered. “I assure you young Hisoka, the patient is in the best of care. Konoha shinobi do not know when to quit. I am sure we will both be able to see the young man soon. From what Aku told me, there was no wound on him and no apparent trauma that would lead to him being unconscious. Yet…” as he spoke, the medic seemed to be weighing the reasons. His mind searching the paths that would lead to sensible answer. In all his medic career he had never seen something like this. The external of the young stranger had been almost untouched if not bloody and dirty from both the woman and the elements. Yet his pulse breathing and even feel was as if he had endured the most extreme of pain, and his body the most extreme of torture. The stranger was in a state of comma and despite the skill of Aku, nothing else could be determined until a series of test would be run. Nabuto would come back to reality and his attention was once more on the young Genin. “Yet there was nothing that would point to the demise of the young boy. You played a part in that. There is no leave too small that does not shade and no matter how small the leaf it is still part of the greater tree.” The fake smile from the teen was lost on the medic. There was nothing the medic expected of the lad except to live and to die many many years in the future way past Nabuto’s own life span.

Nabuto had barely stopped talking when the light of the trauma room went off. With the speed of a true shinobi Nabuto was up and halfway to the door before it even opened. He searched the faces of those exiting and found only one expression, confusion. Reaching the nearest doctor Nabuto would ask, “What is the status? Is the boy well?” His voice, though firm, had a small tint of impatience. The other doctor seemed to be in thought and the questions yanked him to reality. “Yes yes, the young lad is fine. His vitals are stable and he seems to be no more than sleeping. Yet, his body seems to have gone through some sort of trauma. Yet not physical evidence can be seen. We will run more tests after the he has rested a bit more. For now all we can do is wait.”

The answer did not satisfy Nabuto who exhaled impatiently but there was nothing more that he or anybody could do. “Thank you Shin, I know you did all you could.” There were so many questions and not enough answers. Perhaps the waking of the boy would put an end to this bizarre reality where elks and bloodied strangers exist. Then again, this world was full of surprises, who knew if the reality would be even stranger than fiction.

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Torazawa Hisoka
Trauma

Ah, what a brat Hisoka was being. The Genin had done the unnecessary by adding that fake smile. In retrospect, it made him seem too likeable, which could always give way to suspicion. However, Nabuta appeared to be a kind character, one that wouldn’t think of secret intentions, but instead simply for the well-being and good health for others. After all, Nabuta was a medical shinobi, and the duty of such a shinobi was primarily to take care of the injured. Though Hisoka hadn’t experienced the horrors of war to the extent the medic had, the teen believed there to be a small level of understanding between the two, and for realizing his fault, being too late to prevent it Hisoka wanted to give an apology. Yet Nabuta’s unassuming attitude and genuinely kind approach to the boy made such a thing impossible. Instead, Hisoka was left to wonder how things would’ve played out if he didn’t curl his lips upward. Perhaps not much wouldn’t been different, but this self-reflection along with Hisoka’s energetic imagination lead to conjuring up radical situations in his head.

It was then that the medic spoke, his words echoed in the Genin’s head for a few seconds, sinking in, his manner of speak made it incredibly hard for Hisoka to remain his usual attitude of selfishness, the man was simply too nice, charisma and wisdom gained through battle shone through, Nabuta’s modesty only accentuated this. Oh! Hisoka’s eyes picked up on something, his awareness of the environment and the Genin’s natural abilities of perception (though not extraordinary). A change in the medic had occurred, though it may have been the lighting in the room. Nabuta’s eyes seemed to dull for a moment, perhaps reminiscing about the past and although Hisoka had picked up on the small change, he couldn’t decipher it beyond that. Maybe, the brief change in the medic was because of what he would say next.

No guarantee? Not the best scenario, but as Nabuta continued to speak, Hisoka’s hope rose slightly. Ah, the benefit of a “heroic” act, the Genin thought. Not only did it grant him the potential visit of the patient, but it established good terms with the medical staff as well, or so Hisoka believed. Should he choose to pursue medical techniques, he would already have a place that allowed him to do so.

The teen considered volunteering, with the idea that the work would further his relations with the staff, and perhaps lead to him becoming an apprentice of sorts to a medic. If not, at least Hisoka would gain a better understanding of how the hospital functioned. Such information was always useful.

“I assure you Hisoka, the patient is in the best of care… From what Aku told me, there was no wound on him and no apparent trauma that would lead to him being unconscious. Yet…” As the medic trailed off, the Genin did as well. Of course the unconscious boy’s well-being was important if Hisoka wanted to hear the full story of how the morning events came to be, but the teens patience was beginning to run thin, pent up energy overflowing within him. He gave a nonchalant nod, betraying his true feelings as Nabuta mentioned the current condition of the patient. He allowed the medic to finish, the descriptive language used sent the teens mind into a brief session of imaging. Leaves, small individually, yet a part of a much large community, the tree. It was an interesting statement, one that probably went over the Genin’s head.

“Sounds like a genjutsu,” Hisoka stated bluntly, instead of inquiring further about Nabuta’s metaphor. However, it seemed as the medic had no time for explanations, as well as listening to what the teen had to say, because before he could get a response, the trauma room’s light faded off, and Nabuta took off, questioning one of the doctors who attended to the unconscious boy. Hisoka instinctively followed, keeping a good distance from the medic. It seemed most of the staff in the area were too busy to notice, and by doing so, the Genin was able to hear pieces of the exchange between the two medics.

“Is the boy well?”
“…lad is fine…no more than sleeping…more tests,” Was all the teen could make out. In his hand, Hisoka held the piece of parchment. Wondering whether or not was the right time to mention it given that the patient was merely sleeping, he dumbly stared at it, unaware that Nabuta may have noticed and read it himself.

Trauma
Torazawa Hisoka

TAG: Kana
WORD COUNT: 758
NOTES: Fever. Sorry for the delay.

Posts : 542

Nabuto would exhale, as if he had been holding his breath in, anticipating some dire news. After all, anticipation is something all humans deal with. From lowly Genin, to Hokage, all have emotions and how to deal with those emotions is what separates the shinobi from regular civilians. Yet, even the most battle hardened still let one escape every now and then. With the dark cloud out of the way, Nabuto thanked the attending physician who walked away to debrief the staff who had participated in the procedure.

A nurse would roll the young man out to be placed in a patient room now that the green light had been given. The young boy had been cleaned and now sported regular hospital scrubs. He had been cleaned and now one could see that he could be no older than his mid-teens. His hair was no longer bloody and dirty but had been washed, both for hygiene and as a way to better find cuts and bruises. The color of the hair was a salt and pepper look which contrasted with his bronzed tan. He was of average height and athletic build. There was little else to ascertain his origin as he had been stripped of his clothes. His belongings would not doubt be turned over to the appropriate authorities for investigation. It surprised the elder medic that none from such authorities had even showed up yet. Perhaps they were attending to the deceased first and would later stop by to question the living. No doubt Nabuto would be one of those questioned even though his part in the whole ordeal was small. The young Geinin, Hisoka would no doubt be also be questioned.

The recalling of the young Genin would remind Nabuto that he had promised to see about him visiting the young patient. Nabuto asked the nurse politely the room of the patient. 3B, the room was declared. Nabuto once more thanked the nurse, who smiled and continued to roll the patient to the final destination that was going to be his room for the duration of the stay, and turned to give the information to the young Genin as a reward for his help. Upon doing so he noticed that the young man named Hisoka seemed to be troubled by something and perhaps that something was piece of parchment that he held in his hands and seemed to be quite intent on it.

Approaching the young man Nabuto would ask the obvious question. “Are you Ok Hisoka?” His eyes would shift from the young man to the paper wondering why a piece of parchment would enthrall the young man so. After all, with the day’s events it would be hard to find something that would draw as much attention. Yet obviously, this piece of parchment seemed to do so. Waiting for the answer Nabuto would battle weather he should ask what the parchment was or not. I may be something personal that only the young Genin had right of knowing. Yet, with so many things happening at once, the older medic had neglected to glean any information from the patient. Information gathering was a main concern of a shinobi yet Nabuto was a medic first and as such would often forego the standard operating procedures. Perhaps that was the reason why he was still a Chunin while many of his contemporaries had already achieved Jounin. Yet the question had been asked and patiently and with no rush the elder medic awaited the response of the young man and perhaps an insight as to why hisoka was so enthralled by the parchment.

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