It took a bit of convincing from various sources that night, but Ayumu finally gave in and decided to visit the hospital for his injuries. Actually, all it really took was somebody reminding him that he had a crossbow bolt in his shoulder. Even he couldn't deny that it was probably something he needed to have looked at. It smarted slightly, but it was surprisingly not as painful as he would have thought by looking at it. Approaching the large hospital, Ayumu sighed at the thought of spending the rest of his night here. He walked over to the emergency entrance which was currently a bit crowded with injured shinobi like him walking up and others being rushed inside on gurneys.
'Right... we weren't the only ones there,' Ayumu thought as he recalled the ground forces whom had also been fighting Makoro's men even as Ayumu and the gang climbed the tower. The hospital was likely quite busy with the numerous injuries sustained in the ground fight at the base of the tower. Ayumu walked up to the emergency entrance, sidestepping gurneys as they were pushed inside and trying to stay out of the more urgent patients. An employee of the hospital spotted Ayumu and stopped him, giving him a quick once over to assess his immediately obvious injuries.
What he would find most prominent was a crossbow bolt in his shoulder, something they were seeing a lot of on this particular night. Secondly, a torn sleeve soaked in fresh blood was wrapped crudely around his forehead over a minor cut. He quickly led Ayumu inside and took him to an empty room, pointing him to the patient bed, and instructing him to take a seat and wait.
Ayumu hopped up on the end of the bed, resting his hands on either side of him and looking around. It was loud outside the room with a lot of shouting of instructions and barking orders. For a moment Ayumu thought about coming back tomorrow, but decided that he was probably better off staying put. It wouldn't be long before someone came to check him out. In the meantime, he started to inspect the bolt protruding from his armor. He touched it lightly, testing to see if moving it would hurt. "Itai!" he winced. It did.
[OoC: This is a medical thread for Higa Kahako! Patch me up, Jr. Dr.]
'Right... we weren't the only ones there,' Ayumu thought as he recalled the ground forces whom had also been fighting Makoro's men even as Ayumu and the gang climbed the tower. The hospital was likely quite busy with the numerous injuries sustained in the ground fight at the base of the tower. Ayumu walked up to the emergency entrance, sidestepping gurneys as they were pushed inside and trying to stay out of the more urgent patients. An employee of the hospital spotted Ayumu and stopped him, giving him a quick once over to assess his immediately obvious injuries.
What he would find most prominent was a crossbow bolt in his shoulder, something they were seeing a lot of on this particular night. Secondly, a torn sleeve soaked in fresh blood was wrapped crudely around his forehead over a minor cut. He quickly led Ayumu inside and took him to an empty room, pointing him to the patient bed, and instructing him to take a seat and wait.
Ayumu hopped up on the end of the bed, resting his hands on either side of him and looking around. It was loud outside the room with a lot of shouting of instructions and barking orders. For a moment Ayumu thought about coming back tomorrow, but decided that he was probably better off staying put. It wouldn't be long before someone came to check him out. In the meantime, he started to inspect the bolt protruding from his armor. He touched it lightly, testing to see if moving it would hurt. "Itai!" he winced. It did.
[OoC: This is a medical thread for Higa Kahako! Patch me up, Jr. Dr.]