It was an ungodly hour when he decided to make his approach to the hospital. The place would be only lightly staffed to deal with immediate medical emergencies, but otherwise he should be able to enter mostly unnoticed. As he approached the entry he would begin to emit a low level emp field by releasing the ions in his blood into the air to temporarily disable the cameras. He wanted no one except who he wanted to know that he was here. His face would be covered in a blank mask, one that would be given to an anbu in training, so even if he failed to disable a camera they wouldn't be able to pin it on him for his mask. His mental health might be a bit in a disarray, but he was still a highly trained anbu operative. He had only been in the hospital once, but he has seen the layout of it in his office to plan the quickest entry and exit points incase the hospital was taken hostage. Kouin would come face with a mahogany door that was the former medical sennin's office, Shinrya Kahako.
He tested the knob. Locked as he had suspected. Being a man of preparation, he pulled out his lockpick set and careful went to work on the simple tumbler lock. As the final tumbler locked into place he turned the knob and let himself in and shut the door behind him. He had come too far now to back out now. Now that he was here he would pull the mask from his face and put on his headset and set it to the Sentou medical division frequency. He took in a deep breath and pressed the receiver. He would speak in with a heavy tone to hide his identity, There is a immediate medical emergency that requires Medical Chief Shinrya Kahako and Medical Ninja Chigokai Osuteno, please report to the Medical Chiefs office asap. I repeat, report to her office immediately.
With a heavy sigh he would throw his headset onto the desk, and sit down in the leather swivel chair. The images wouldn't stop flashing through his head, everyday has been a living hell. He thought that living a life as a recluse in his own office would help him, but it only made him feel more imprisoned that he already was, he could feel himself slowly on the verge of breaking. No one would want to see what would happen when he broke. They saw the damage he could do when he snapped. He couldn't ask for help directly, most of the staff found him deplorable even after all these years; no, he had to mask it under the guise of an emergency but not directly state he was the emergency. He would turn the chair so the back faced the door, all he could do was wait... For once time wasn't on his side.
Having just left the Raikage tower for the evening, Kahako waited to board the last tram to the Seki district when the call came in. Despite it having been months since she last used the frequency, she was thoroughly surprised that her name was even on the mind of anyone in relation to the Sentou Henkan. Even odder still was that her actual name, not the generic code name given to SH members was used. To be truthful, the only reason the radio remained on was so she could continue to have hope. Hope that one day she would be able to return to her practice, and the occasional voice on the other end brought that small comfort. It was pathetic and depressing, really.