Katsuo's vision blurred from the blood loss in his shoulder. The large spike of petrified wood would have been easy to remove and get covered if he hadn't made the dumb move of shattered it in the middle of the fight. It had been the smart move at the time to prevent it from being an easy target for Saiga to punish for him but in the long run it was not working out for him. The remnants of the improvised projectile were too hard to remove on his own and he had no healing techniques of his own to fix the gaping wound once he managed to get it out. It would be much more likely that he'd lose consciousness from blood loss before he could get it to a point where it was safe.
So instead of trying to take care of it himself he did the next best thing: look for a doctor.
The walk from the Elderwoods had been long but it was something he was more than used to. The desert was a harsh classroom and suffering a strict teacher but his body had earned it's superhuman durability at their feet. It was thanks to those long days and nights in the desert that he was even alive right now. So it was that Katsuo showed up at the hospital of Sunagakure-- thankfully one of the few guarded places in the village --with his front caked in dried blood and his weighted coat slung over his shoulder casually like the wound in his shoulder wasn't even there. Still, pain rippled through his body with each step he took through the chaos of the busy hospital. Approaching an orderly who looked utterly shocked that a man so clearly wounded was approaching her with a casual smile on his face that changed into a slight wince with each step.
"Hey. Uh. You folks got any band-aids around here?" He managed a joke before the pain in his shoulder finally overcame him and he promptly fell forward into unconsciousness.
So instead of trying to take care of it himself he did the next best thing: look for a doctor.
The walk from the Elderwoods had been long but it was something he was more than used to. The desert was a harsh classroom and suffering a strict teacher but his body had earned it's superhuman durability at their feet. It was thanks to those long days and nights in the desert that he was even alive right now. So it was that Katsuo showed up at the hospital of Sunagakure-- thankfully one of the few guarded places in the village --with his front caked in dried blood and his weighted coat slung over his shoulder casually like the wound in his shoulder wasn't even there. Still, pain rippled through his body with each step he took through the chaos of the busy hospital. Approaching an orderly who looked utterly shocked that a man so clearly wounded was approaching her with a casual smile on his face that changed into a slight wince with each step.
"Hey. Uh. You folks got any band-aids around here?" He managed a joke before the pain in his shoulder finally overcame him and he promptly fell forward into unconsciousness.