The room at hand could not be made clear to the young boy, nothing could be perceived quite clearly due to the ache that stemmed from the right side of his head. The rhythmic reoccurring beeping noised produced by the heart monitor on the side of the boy's bed only increased the amount of pain he was in, it's thunderous sound was ear splitting to say the least, though as it continued to rage on he attempted to sit up and swat the device down to the ground. A hand placed at the center of his chest prevented him from rising far enough to reach the beeping machine, in fact it forced him to return to his up right laying position, the flowing red hair of the woman before him became his focal point as his vision slowly returned to normal. "Shh shh shh. . . No need destroying official Kirigakure property, don't you know that is an offense punishable by death?!" Although apparently a joke, or so thought by the blue haired boy, the woman's voice remained calm. Leaning across the hospital bed to grab the chart from the right side she began scanning the condition of her client. "I'm your physician, Nurse Uzumaki.. Yes, my temper is quite explosive so don't try me . . . Any who, Ōsharu is it?.. Everything looks fine so far, but we'll keep you here until the dizziness stops just as a preventive measure." Her voice although serene to those not suffering from what apparently was a concussion, sounded like nails on a chalk board to Ōsharu's ears. His attempts to speak were futile, no moisture could be called upon to wet the poor boys whistle, definitely the dehydration effects of the Kōkkai.
Shifting around in his hospital bed in search of his water bottle received a less than amused look by Ms. Uzumaki as she watched salt spill onto the floor. A downside to the Kōkkai kekkei genkai was the excess salt that their bodies produced, if not then it'll just accumulate as was the present scene. Observing the frightened look that the boy made the young nurse calmly walked over to the faucet, quickly turning around her white dress carousel around her red stockings as she walked the same path back. She stopped just out of reach of the boy's hand and raised her own, in hand was a water bottle blazoned with the symbol of the Kōkkai clan. By passing the boy's arm once more Ms. Uzumaki leaned in, in the midst of things his water bottle found its way into the woman's mouth only to be placed flawlessly into the mouth of its owner. "Dehydrated much?" She said with a wink as she turned and walked from the bed, her finger running the course from his shoulder down to his foot, eyes focused on the woman the boy missed what caused him to jolt forward uncontrollably. A slight giggle escaping her as she walked into the doorway, she stopped and laid a hand on the metal frame of the door and turned to say "Reflexives have seem to return to normal.. Looks like you'll be ready to go when you finish.".
The intense glare that he gave the woman held mixed emotions, on one hand she had caused the boy pain thus the natural instinct was to react to defend himself, but holding this back was the overall sense of excitement she had left him with, the sense of thrill mixed with passion. This was something foreign to him. Speechless or rather caught in the moment, Ōsharu channeled his energy into analyzing the woman before him as she left the room. Capturing everything from the slightest muscle movement to the sway of her hair, this moment would be immortalized forever more.
After minutes upon Ms. Uzumaki leaving the boy awoke from his gaze, the little episode he had just had lasted just long enough for the previous dizziness to come to a complete. Upon leaving he noticed a note by on the counter, after reading he understood more about what had brought him to his present location, its contents telling of him hitting his head upon leaving from his previous mission. A certain uneasiness overcame Ōsharu, what he encountered before his blackout seemed quite real. In the midst of his thoughts the weight of something falling into his lap, looking down he saw a purple bag, inside were the earnings from the two missions. A clear indication that he had successfully completed the mission, thus all doubts left his mind as he pocketed his earnings and the note which on the other side held the number to his nurse. No doubt since his mission, nothing was the same.
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