H<i></i>is wounds were egregious to say the least. Barely clinging to life he was dragged in by his comrades to the medical arts center. His team was sure to get an earful from their superiors, yet their worries lie with their fallen brethren. Three factures ribs, a perforated lung, severed hepatic artery, and a contrecoup injury leading to a concussion and possible axonal shearing. Over the last several hours his condition was down graded from critical to serious. While it was assumed he would survive it wasn’t known exactly how long lasting the damage would be. His bones would harden, and tissue would heal, yet his brain injury could not yet be assessed. On top of which shinobi who fall this hard often had a difficult time getting back up. No one would want to subject themselves to this amount of torture, it is human nature to avoid such damage. Would Kobe find a way back into his role as a Kumogakure shinobi? Or would the violence and hatred he suffered at the hands of the rebels cause him to search for a different path in life? This was yet to be known.
E<i></i>xplaination of his injuries became open knowledge to the medical staff at the Aesculapium a few days after his arrival. A botched mission, not entirely his fault, yet he should not have risked his life for the life of only one other. He was out manned twelve to one, she was a life he would have to forfeit for the sake of surviving himself, not to mention ensuring the survival and eventual success of his team. Had he waited for them to arrive she would have been dead, but he didn’t, and he was beaten without remorse and she died anyway. Now lying in such a grievous state would he follow her to death?
L<i></i>arge and pristine was his medical room, as were all the other rooms in the hospital, they were without equal not only within lightning country but all shinobi countries. State of the art medical equipment helped the doctors and staff of the grand hospital care for its patients. Kobe was lucky not to have been in some foreign nation when he fell. Being treated in some backwater village, with less then perfect medical equipment would have surely spelled death. Not to say that lying in this great hospital would mean life, but his chances were greater nonetheless. Wearing a hospital gown and several layers of bandages the jounin slept. His room was bare, save for a small table with a water jug, and an IV stand pumping in his third bag of donor blood. He had gotten a few visitors, but they were told to let him rest, largely because the doctors didn’t know what would happen or when he would turn one way or another. Nurses zipped by the open door, running from one emergency room to another.
P<i></i>ain seared throughout his body when he finally came to. Slowly opening his eyes Kobe instantly recognized where he was. Yet the details surrounding how he had gotten there was still a fuzzy haze at best. Moving in this state wasn’t an option; he couldn’t handle the jolts of electric like pain shooting though his right side. Then of course tying him to his bed was the IV dip, seeing this made him ill. He knew exactly the state he was in, and was disgusted to allow himself to fall so far. With his hair spread messily across his bed, he tried to keep still as he waited for the next nurse to come check on him.
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E<i></i>xplaination of his injuries became open knowledge to the medical staff at the Aesculapium a few days after his arrival. A botched mission, not entirely his fault, yet he should not have risked his life for the life of only one other. He was out manned twelve to one, she was a life he would have to forfeit for the sake of surviving himself, not to mention ensuring the survival and eventual success of his team. Had he waited for them to arrive she would have been dead, but he didn’t, and he was beaten without remorse and she died anyway. Now lying in such a grievous state would he follow her to death?
L<i></i>arge and pristine was his medical room, as were all the other rooms in the hospital, they were without equal not only within lightning country but all shinobi countries. State of the art medical equipment helped the doctors and staff of the grand hospital care for its patients. Kobe was lucky not to have been in some foreign nation when he fell. Being treated in some backwater village, with less then perfect medical equipment would have surely spelled death. Not to say that lying in this great hospital would mean life, but his chances were greater nonetheless. Wearing a hospital gown and several layers of bandages the jounin slept. His room was bare, save for a small table with a water jug, and an IV stand pumping in his third bag of donor blood. He had gotten a few visitors, but they were told to let him rest, largely because the doctors didn’t know what would happen or when he would turn one way or another. Nurses zipped by the open door, running from one emergency room to another.
P<i></i>ain seared throughout his body when he finally came to. Slowly opening his eyes Kobe instantly recognized where he was. Yet the details surrounding how he had gotten there was still a fuzzy haze at best. Moving in this state wasn’t an option; he couldn’t handle the jolts of electric like pain shooting though his right side. Then of course tying him to his bed was the IV dip, seeing this made him ill. He knew exactly the state he was in, and was disgusted to allow himself to fall so far. With his hair spread messily across his bed, he tried to keep still as he waited for the next nurse to come check on him.
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