Still in an unconscious state, soon the deep and rhythmic thump of his own heart reminded him what it was to live. Along with this constant drowning thump there was a beep of some sort, obviously electronically produced, but with the patients fully uneducated brain, he had no idea this beeping was coming from a heart monitor. But he could care less what the noise was coming from, for as soon as he realized, that he truly was alive and conscious the first thought in his mind was "thrust". Shocking the resting simian on his lap and the nurse who was pouring water in a pitcher, the boy shot up out of his slumber tossing his left hand forward as if stabbing something or someone.
Breathing heavily, Kobachi looked around the room to see both sets of eyes on him and a pitcher of water tipped over pouring onto the floor. His chest rising and deflating he could feel the sweat on his forehead and he soon noticed he had startled the nurse. His right then moved to shift the blankets over him to assist the nurse, but a sharp pain struck him causing him to grunt in pain. "Ahg!" Looking at his arm he saw it was bandaged tight, but soon red coloration began to taint the wrapping. Grabbing underneath the wound in pain, he twisted to the side, but then ultimately pressed himself back down against the pillow he had rested on. The whole scene seemed to replay and he remembered how he got the wound and he also remembered the other and not soon after, the beeping that was in synchronization with his own heart beep began to speed up. Not long after the whole right side of the bed was being colored red and the nurse immediately ran for a doctor. Mochi on the other ran back and forth to the water on the floor to Kobachi to drop all the water he could gather on his forehead, which wasn't much.
The doctor soon arrived in the room, but in the typical calm doctor type way as f anything serious wasn't going on. "Hmmm, just seems to be going into a bit of shock, his wounds can easily be stitched back up." The nurse looked at the doctor a bit confused and wondered why the doctor did not just apply a healing jutsu to Kobachi. "Why don't you use the Mystical Palm Technique doctor?" The man looked over his shoulder then back to Kobachi and the monkey who had began smearing the water drops on Kobachi's forehead. "His medical information doesn't allow us to use Ninjutsu to heal his body. With the tribe he is from, they prefer more natural methods, so until his tribesman medic arrives, the most we can do is clean and stitch the wound. Once the other man gets here he can give the boy more in depth medical attention." The nurse didn't seem to like the idea one bit as neither did the doctor as he stood by Kobachi's bed side with a slight expression of concern. Death surely wouldn't be the case, but from the wounds he had suffered, it could permanently put a damper on his shinobi career. Destroyed muscle tissue and damaged bone in his shoulder, slightly ruptured organs from an entry wound in his side, then the damage to the cartilage in the knee was also enough to make one question how the boy was alive. The reason being because the doctor illegally gave the boy minor treatment to stop his damaged organs from hemorrhaging inside the body.
In all the commotion Kobachi had again fallen asleep, but unknown to him, he was moved to a different room and put in different clothes as the old ones were way beyond soiled from blood and sweat.
Breathing heavily, Kobachi looked around the room to see both sets of eyes on him and a pitcher of water tipped over pouring onto the floor. His chest rising and deflating he could feel the sweat on his forehead and he soon noticed he had startled the nurse. His right then moved to shift the blankets over him to assist the nurse, but a sharp pain struck him causing him to grunt in pain. "Ahg!" Looking at his arm he saw it was bandaged tight, but soon red coloration began to taint the wrapping. Grabbing underneath the wound in pain, he twisted to the side, but then ultimately pressed himself back down against the pillow he had rested on. The whole scene seemed to replay and he remembered how he got the wound and he also remembered the other and not soon after, the beeping that was in synchronization with his own heart beep began to speed up. Not long after the whole right side of the bed was being colored red and the nurse immediately ran for a doctor. Mochi on the other ran back and forth to the water on the floor to Kobachi to drop all the water he could gather on his forehead, which wasn't much.
The doctor soon arrived in the room, but in the typical calm doctor type way as f anything serious wasn't going on. "Hmmm, just seems to be going into a bit of shock, his wounds can easily be stitched back up." The nurse looked at the doctor a bit confused and wondered why the doctor did not just apply a healing jutsu to Kobachi. "Why don't you use the Mystical Palm Technique doctor?" The man looked over his shoulder then back to Kobachi and the monkey who had began smearing the water drops on Kobachi's forehead. "His medical information doesn't allow us to use Ninjutsu to heal his body. With the tribe he is from, they prefer more natural methods, so until his tribesman medic arrives, the most we can do is clean and stitch the wound. Once the other man gets here he can give the boy more in depth medical attention." The nurse didn't seem to like the idea one bit as neither did the doctor as he stood by Kobachi's bed side with a slight expression of concern. Death surely wouldn't be the case, but from the wounds he had suffered, it could permanently put a damper on his shinobi career. Destroyed muscle tissue and damaged bone in his shoulder, slightly ruptured organs from an entry wound in his side, then the damage to the cartilage in the knee was also enough to make one question how the boy was alive. The reason being because the doctor illegally gave the boy minor treatment to stop his damaged organs from hemorrhaging inside the body.
In all the commotion Kobachi had again fallen asleep, but unknown to him, he was moved to a different room and put in different clothes as the old ones were way beyond soiled from blood and sweat.