Intake Exam [Mission!]

[Ii Hissori]

The trip was a rather quick one for the group of shinobi who were escorting the leaf shinobi towards the hospital. The Tsuchikage would step inside the building in a rather quick manner the glass sliding doors opening up for the four of them as he moved to the front desk.

“I have a shinobi here who may be suffering from some form of post-traumatic stress disorder.” Hissori told the nurse as he looked at the paperwork. “I need a private room and a doctor to come look at the young man.” He would tell the nurse the former head of the hospital speaking in a rather cultured tone. The nurse would dial a number and then mutter something to Hissori before Hissori turned around.

“This way, we got a private room for you to be examined and treated in Izura-san.” Hissori told them as Hissori led them to an elevator and then up to the third floor. Moving down the hall to the left the group of ninja’s came to an extremely clean and tidy medical examination room.

“In here you guys, a doctor will be in shortly in order to examine you Izura for any sort of untreated injuries.” Hissori said as he smiled at the ground. “I just have to go fill out some intake paper work.” Hissori said as he disappeared for the moment.

Medical Intake
Mission Rank: C
Mission Type: Self Modded Group
Required Participants: Izura/One Medical Shinobi.
Client: Izu
Restrictions: None
Mission Premise: Izura has just come out of stasis and appeared at the gates of Iwagakure, Hissori has ordered a medical examination of the leaf shinobi to make sure he is safe for the village.

 

[Kai]

Leaning down over his desk, scattered paper works and medical apparatuses cluttered the space. Kai was rather busy during this hour, his fingers held tightly to the pen as he continued to scribble down his report while his mind was elsewhere, akin to that a robot programmed to perform a task he was designed to do. Words came out from the tip of his pen when a flash of red caught his eyes followed by an annoying beeping sound. He gave out a brief sigh, oddly thinking that might be his recent realization of actually breathing since he sat down and started working.

"They need me?" He mumbled as he turned off the little contraption that disturbed his work before pushing his chair back. His eyes shifting back and forth in front of him, looking for things he might need to bring for his operation. In fact, they rarely ask for his assistance unless completely necessary since his operations do tend to be unorthodox from a medical perspective.

Opening his desk's drawer, he grabbed a neatly stacked talisman before hiding it within his sleeves. "You stay." Eyeing Akuhei Kamen that hanged from a web-like rope made out paper talismans before standing up and walking out of the room, locking the door behind him.

Making his way down the hall and ascending through the elevator, he finally reached the doors of the examination room where a nurse stood outside, waiting for him. The nurse whispered to his ears what the Tsuchikage’s personal diagnoses. The Tsuchikage himself accompanied the patient to the hospital, well that's new.

Opening the doors, he saw a man seemingly in his late twenties. A smile came across his face.

"I'll be taking care of you for now."

[MFT @ 290 Word Count]

 

[Uchiha Izura]

"Thank you for the kind hospitality." He'd say in response to Hissori. He took a curt bow before the Tsuchikage left, leaving him with this new dude, Yamato Kai.

Clearly Kai must have been hallucinating, or maybe it was a genjutsu? Izura looked, for all intents and purposes, 21 years old. The effects of the stasis had literally halted cellular aging completely. Izura did a double take as soon as Kai entered the room, raising an eyebrow, a bit worried about the way this particular medical ninja was eyeing him.

Suspicious...and creepy...

Izura took care to make the necessary precautions in case there were any shady attempts at ending his life, including such things as the immediate destruction of his eyes. The eternal mangekyou were a prized medical possession after all, and Izura was literally still reeling from the effects of combat. More importantly, he felt strange because his movements felt more sluggish than normal. His chakra system was also a bit haywire, and he immediately felt that he could no longer control either with as much finesse as he used to. Resultantly, he didn't expect that he could perform at least 30% of the jutsu he once held mastery over. A sad, and unfortunate side effect of the stasis.

"Ah...er...uh...."

Izura scratched his head.

"Could you stop giving me that creepy look? It's weirding me out, man."

Izura flashed an apologetic smile. It was an awkward first meeting, but Izura couldn't help it! Kai looked like a mad doctor, smiling the way he was!

 

[Kai]

Kai broke face when Izura asked him to stop being creepy. Creepy? Weird, it wasn't even his intention to do so, especially inside the hospital where you're supposed to be met with smiles and warm hugs. Regardless, he was admitted here for a reason. Walking across the room, he pulled aside a curtain to reveal a clean white bed ready for a comfortable rest while closing the curtain blinds on the windows to dim the room.

"If you would kindly lie down and relax." He asked Izura before taking out the talismans he took in his office, he started chanting while sticking them on the walls of the room. The talismans eerily glowed after a few seconds, slightly illuminating the room and giving a lantern-like vibe.

Once Izura follows his instructions. Kai would take out syringe with a clear blue liquid. He wouldn't like to make the same mistake of smiling, putting aside a mysterious syringe in his hand and the nurses had left the room minutes ago. Leaving the two alone for him to perform his specialty. The nurses very much know that Kai needs his space and silence in order for him to concentrate.

"Don't worry, this is simply just a relaxant serum. Try not to resist it at your state; you'll only make yourself worse than it should be." He added as he placed a bit of pressure into the syringe, the clear blue liquid coming out like a morning dew. He tried his best not to smile, the urge rising within him just to give Izura a sense of comfort like he always does to his patient but this time, it had the opposite effect.

Once more, after Izura complies with his request, he would proceed to inject him with the serum and hopefully - put him in a deep sleep.

[MFT @ 305 Word Count]