Tomo entered the hospital, his clothes still dirty from his exam. Between the strain of constant chakra use, and almost suffocating to death under the earth, Tomo would have preferred a hot bath and a warm bed upon returning to Kumo. However, he had made the mistake of telling his eldest sister of the near burial, and she had ordered him straight to the hospital for a check-up. He didn't really think it was necessary. He hadn't gotten into a fight. Well...that he remembered anyway. He rubbed his neck where a faint needle mark was still visible. Right, he forgot about the drugging. Perhaps a quick visit couldn't hurt.He reached the receptionist and received a clipboard. The form for a post-mission check-up was far easier than the Kinjutsu one, so he was within a simple white room soon enough. He sat upon the bed, looking around at the different instruments. He didn't like hospitals, which was one of the many reasons he never became a medical shinobi. While he hadn't been sickly as a child, the occasional trips to the hospital due to injury, caused more often than not by Tama, had conditioned him to associate pain with the medical building. It was also extremely boring. It was understandable that there wasn't a mednin on call at every waking hour, especially when there were more pressing emergencies to tend to, but it didn't make the waiting any more bearable.
Getting tired of staring at the medical tools, especially the sharp ones, Tomo removed his black and orange gloves and examined his arms. There were a couple of bruises from his Ghostly Form. Passing through walls was possible while in that state, but it still caused damage to his body. There was undoubtedly at least one bruise on each part of his body, probably more. Tomo slipped his gloves into his hip pouch and let himself fall back on the medical bed. Fatigue was catching up with him, and he closed his eyes to rest them while he waited.
