She felt guilty for abandoning her Uncle during the showdown with the Cabal but she knew that staying would have only put other people in jeopardy. She had been getting weaker and would have only been dead weight in the journey to Deadlines otherwise. When she had reached the safe haven, she became entrenched in assisting Prime Diamund with keeping her patients comfortable while the Earthen used their druidic like talents to heal the survivors. Now that she had returned, it was time to speak to her Uncle once again. She was pleased to hear that he had been retained and given medical treatment but in Katsuo’s wisdom, they had all been kept in a comatose state. Pausing to swipe her ident badge at the first of three check points, Yume glances at the positions of the camera’s at the entrance to the sterile asylum; It comforted her that they were in a monitored space. While the Steward might trust Mikaboshi, Yume had minor dealings with him on a professional level and wasn't certain that her Uncle would have been safe in his care, especially since Sanban was in his possession. A biometric checkpoint was the next security point, using her retina and finger prints for access. With brisk steps, she advances to the isolation room that was holding her family member and noiselessly punches in the code. Previously the buttons would beep but there had been an incident in times passed where one Jinchuuriki had deciphered each number by its tone and managed to escape.
Entering into the room she finds her Uncle lying on a bed, bound with prototype plasma chains and dressed in the cream garb of a mental patient. It had been made clear to the staff that these individuals were not to be treated as delusional, but rather as the dangerous criminals that they were. Glancing over the clipboard that charted his progress over the last 48 hours, she’s glad to see that nothing unusual had cropped up in her absence. Leaning over to one of the orderlies, she requests for an itemized list of his personal belonging upon admittance. For a moment, there is a look of resistance that is quashed by a hard stare by the mednin. There were two things on that list that concerned her and one of them concerned her more than the other. Rubbing the silver ring that clung to her index finger with her thumb, she takes a deep breath and then starts the jutsu to bring him back into the waking world. Hand seals performed, she presses her hands to his chest, allowing her chakra to seep into him and bring him out of the foggy depths of his subconscious. When he would awaken, she would offer him a kind smile and proceed to check his vitals for any irregularities with the practised touch of a physician.
Ohaiyo, Oji-san. Don’t fight the bindings, you’ll only hurt yourself. Don’t give me that look it’s for your own protection. Last time I woke you up, you hit someone. If you were to do that again they would throw you in the Obsidian Palace and then it would be beyond impossible for me to guarantee your continued existence. It’s guarded by Mikaboshi, but of course you already know that since you were an agent of the Cabal that occupied Suna.
Now that we’re both on the mend, I think it’s time we spoke with clear heads.
Entering into the room she finds her Uncle lying on a bed, bound with prototype plasma chains and dressed in the cream garb of a mental patient. It had been made clear to the staff that these individuals were not to be treated as delusional, but rather as the dangerous criminals that they were. Glancing over the clipboard that charted his progress over the last 48 hours, she’s glad to see that nothing unusual had cropped up in her absence. Leaning over to one of the orderlies, she requests for an itemized list of his personal belonging upon admittance. For a moment, there is a look of resistance that is quashed by a hard stare by the mednin. There were two things on that list that concerned her and one of them concerned her more than the other. Rubbing the silver ring that clung to her index finger with her thumb, she takes a deep breath and then starts the jutsu to bring him back into the waking world. Hand seals performed, she presses her hands to his chest, allowing her chakra to seep into him and bring him out of the foggy depths of his subconscious. When he would awaken, she would offer him a kind smile and proceed to check his vitals for any irregularities with the practised touch of a physician.
Ohaiyo, Oji-san. Don’t fight the bindings, you’ll only hurt yourself. Don’t give me that look it’s for your own protection. Last time I woke you up, you hit someone. If you were to do that again they would throw you in the Obsidian Palace and then it would be beyond impossible for me to guarantee your continued existence. It’s guarded by Mikaboshi, but of course you already know that since you were an agent of the Cabal that occupied Suna.
Now that we’re both on the mend, I think it’s time we spoke with clear heads.