Karoshi was assigned to be on Medic duty at the hospital due to the chuunin exams. She had heard that some if not most of the battles were rather violent. Some had broken ribs and others were sliced as close as sushi, how brutal. Thankfully she never entered the exams this year, mainly because of the sign up sheets being shut off for her since she was late but also because of the brutality of it...something she hated seeing and being a part of. If she was ever to become a chuunin it'd be through hard work and determination. Something she was strong in.

She was sitting in one of the treatment rooms, awaiting the other medical nins to come in along with the injured genin. she couldn't help but feel nervous when the thought of operating and healing on someone came into mind. What if she had messed it up? What if she used the wrong ointment or cream on a wound and caused further damage. She got up and picked up one of the many first aid bags within the room, planting it on the bed and opening it up, rummaging through the contents. It had a lot of medical tools, a lot more than she was expecting. The bag was small but it packed so much in it! It was unbelievable it actual halted her breathing for a brief moment before she pulled back her hair, her bangs now arched over her face. Tieing her hair back with a rubber band, she cracked her knuckles and began to take in small breaths, not sure if she should activate her Kekkei Genkai when they entered the room...only time would tell I suppose.

Hira wandered into the Leaf hospital, these burns he had recieved from Takao were begining to hurt even worse they when he had first got them and he hated burns of any injury the most. As he walked in he removed his shirt that was tied around his weist and threw it on the ground as it was burnt anyway. He walked up to the front desk but couldnt tell the attendant what he wanted to say because of the pain so he just staggered down the hall until he found a treatment room with no other patients in it. When he walked in he notcied a orangish haired girl but he didnt pay her much attention at this point, the pain was making him shiver. He propped his back up against the wall so he wouldnt fall to the ground and tried his best to keep the pain bottled up.

Takao's fight in the exams hadn't gone according to plan. Well, Takao had no plan going into the fight, so it was pretty obvious that it hadn't gone according to plan. He managed to find his way to the hospital even with the large slash wound across his chest that had been bleeding quite profusely since he left the fight. A forfeit... He'd never thought that his fight would end up with him forfeiting. He had a reason for it though, so it was justified.

He'd been sitting in the waiting room for a few minutes now, most color had drained from his face. Seemed like Takao wasn't the most damaged from the fights before. The hospital was pretty busy at the moment, but Takao didn't really care. Or, he couldn't care, his focus was elsewhere. Eventually he was instructed to get up and head over to the treatment area. Takao lazily dragged himself out of the chair and walked down the hall.

Moussa kicked a rock as he walked through Konoha. He was still pretty fuming at Dengen for starting a fight and possibly a war over nothing. Who goes to a village just to fight with the Kage and a Sannin? Mouse sighed, he was bored as hell in this village, to be honest he missed Iwa; but there was no way that he was going back, notin a million years. Not while Iwa was under the rule of that idiot. Mouse had done all that he wanted to in Konoha. He had tried the world famous ramen, and had been pretty impressed, but after being in Konoha for days, and eating only that, he started to get bored. He had planned on meeting the Hokage, but she was extremely busy with the Chuunin exams, so he decided against it. Instead Moussa decided to take a walk. Konoha was a beautiful village, memuch more impressive than the barren and rocky landscape of Iwa. The grass was green, the air was fresh and the villagers were nice. Why couldnt Iwa be that way? THe architecture was much different than the tall rock face buildings of Iwa, and to be honest Moussa liked it better. As Moussa was giving up on his own sanity he came across a sign. "Medics Wanted" Haha! This was his call! Time to go do something constructive!

Moussa practically sprinted through Konoha, ducking, dodging and weaving through the crowds of people. He was just all too excited, he had to go get this job. It had been days since he had done anything useful, or even mildy entertaining. Kicking rocks isnt a brilliant way to pass time. But now an opportunity arose, a chance to work as a medic for hurt genin. There would probably be other medical nin there too, this would be the first time that Mouse would meet another medic. Moussa wondered if the other medics would respect him. He assumed that most of them hated Iwa nin, and that they wouldn't let him work there. It didnt really matter to Mouse, even if he got rejected he would still have occupied himself for a short amount of time. After almost bumping into an elder, and a shouted "Sorry" that was carried away in the wind, Moussa reached the hospital.

As he ran through the entrance there was only one medic there, a young looking girl, with orange hair and very pretty, deep eyes. She seemed a few years younger than Moussa, and since he was an adult now, hitting on a minor would be considered pedophillia. Flirting was out of the option, no matter how much Moussa wanted to do it. She seemed suprised when Moussa stumbled in, he almost fell to the ground while doing so. There was a nice array of medical instruments on display, so there should be no trouble treating the injured genin. Moussa walked over to the young girl, catching his breath as he felt his lungs burst into flames.
He leant on a counter for a while before speaking.
"Hey.....I'm..Mouse.....Nice to meet you.....Is it....Ok...If I....help?" Moussa felt himself go red in the face. He was kind of embarassed about his lack of fitness.....

Karoshi had watched as one by one people seemed to fill the room. One had slightly whiter skin than most and he had...gills? she'd read in the Kumo library that it was a trait from the Kisame clan...So he's a shark... interesting She thought to herself as she examined him. His body was charred so he must have been up against a fire user. Her heart stopped in fright as she watched him slouch against the wall. She ran over, the nerves in her legs beginning to quake, and place his right arm over her shoulder while she carried and propped him on to the medical bed. There were a few more scattered about so there was plenty of room. she examined his body and the expression of fright was on her face. Such brutality! She pulled out the bag she had earlier and began to unwrap the cotton swabs and pads along with the ointment.
"Don't worry honey, I'll make sure you'll live." She joked, a subtle hint of worry in her voice. This is the first time she'd actually had to perform medical jutsu on people. She'd studied all her life but never had she practiced on a human before.

The noise and disturbance of a man charging through the doors caught her attention next. He was rather tall with spiky blonde hair also slightly cute but now wasn't the time for that nor the place. She had to act professional and keep her patients from passing out. How they managed to get here alone without help was outstanding.
"My name is Karoshi Zetsumei of the Kumogakure ninja. Please, help look after whatever patient comes in next." She said in a soft yet subtle serious tone, a smile grew on her face before she turned back to Hira. His body was badly burned so a high concentrated ointment was in need. she pulled out a pad and dabbed some ointment onto it, placing it at the side for after her jutsu. She hovered her hands over his body as a green, prickly distorted ball of chakra began to form over her hands. She slowly placed her hands onto his skin, granted it was going to hurt as she did but it was going to help.

It was a jutsu that only she herself knew and created when she was about 10. Rather proud of it obviously but never fully used on a human. Only animals, suppose he was a fish so she was half way there.

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As hira was moved over to a hospital bed he tried his best not to wince from the pain and he succeeded in doing that atleast, afterall he had been through worse. As he was laid down on the hospital bed, he looked up at the girl who seemed very interested in him, in a very raspy but still joking voice he said "What never seen a kisame before? He already knew her answer but he continued on to reply to her previous comment "Ill be just fine, its just some minor burns, its probably nothing. He knew this wasnt true but he always tried his best to act tough and impress people especially girls. As she padded his burns with some ointment at first he didnt feel anything until she hit certain spots along his burns then he grunted from pain slightly but not to bad and it acually felt good when her numbing jutsu took effect.

Sero walks in through the door supporting the weight of his opponent. he was hiding the slight limp and the bruised arm under his clothes as they really where just temporary. the cramping was over and now the tender memory was all that remained. no real damage there. the bruising itself though colored darkly was not going to effect him very much at all. for appearance purposes he looked fine. however his opponent had burns all over his back bruises on his arms and broken leg and perhaps some small emotional trauma. he stops and turns Ezra over to a more qualified individual with only the words,

"we have finished our friendly spar now. please tend to his wounds."

Takao stopped in front of the room he had been instructed to go to. Nothing suspicious about it, just a plain old hospital room. He pushed the door open quietly and proceeded inside, then sat down on the hospital bed. He looked around the room and observed the various tools and materials scattered about while pulling off his coat. His clothing was soaked in a mixture of water and his own blood, providing for Takao to be in one exceptionally uncomfortable state.
He looked down at his black shirt and observed the cut. It wasn't that deep, or that's just what Takao could determine anyways. His left shoulder was also dislocated, and he'd of popped it back in himself if he had the energy. He has almost completely exhausted all of his chakra in that fight, and he amazed himself that he was able to walk himself to the hospital. But still, it wasn't that bad.

"That's a bummer." he said with a sigh as he supported his head using his only working arm. Takao couldn't help thinking about the forfeit. What if his forfeit from the fight counted towards a forfeit from the exams? It was rather amusing to himself that he was much more worried and stressed out about that fact than his potentially fatal wounds.

Mouse had just about caught his breath. There were no people who needed healing right now, so he just chillaxed for a bit. He felt himself dozing off, but then the smell of blood awoke him from his slumber. A boy around his age stumbled into the room, his shoulder obviously dislocated, and a really nasty gash on his chest that was bleeding pretty badly. Mouse wentover and supported him, lying him down fully on the bed, allowing him to relax. Mouse put his hand on the kids head, letting his soft, soothing Chakra flow into the boy's forehead, numbing most of the pain. The dislocated shoulder would be easy to fix, but it would hurt like hell; and Moussa had a perfect Jutsu for fixing up the wound on his chest.

"Take a deep breath bud" Moussa spoke to the kid in a low, calning whisper as he prepared to pop his shoulder back into place. He held out the kids arm straight by his hip, and moved it in an arc towards his head. He slowly moved the arm until he felt the click and the pop of the shoulder putting itself back in the socket. Now for that Gash. Mouse dabbed a clean rag in a bottle of antiseptic, making sure that a good amount was out on. He place the rag aside and grabbed a new one, this one he wet with water. Using the water rag he cleaned the area around the wound, preparing it for the antiseptic
"This is gonna sting a little, mate" Moussa said, yet again in his soft whisper. He slowly dabbed the wound with the rag soaked in alchohol, making sure to clean it out fully; he couldnt risk an infection.

Moussa needed to close the wound. It wasnt too deep, but it was pretty wide. There were a limited amount of stitches in the med room, so Moussa felt no need to waste them. Instead Moussa had a low ranked Jutsu that should close the wound for enough time so that Moussa could go fetch some extra stitches. He placed his hand back on the kid's forehead, numbing the pain again before performing a few handseals and placing his free hand on the wound. A bandage made from chakra formed over it, sealing the wound, stopping the bleeding and numbing the pain. Moussa felt a sense of accomplishment, his first patient treated. He smiled to himself and at the kid.
"You should be ok now kid, but I'll need to stitch it up incase it reopens."

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Fully concentrated on Hira, numbing his body, she heard another voice enter the room. She couldn't look back as it would disrupt her concentration and slow down the numbing process so she let out a sigh and cocked her head, her bangs now covering her left eye as her orange eyes scanned his body.
"Wait there just a moment, I'll be with you in a second after I deal with this one..." She said over to the person who had just came in. There were only two medical ninja's and now three, maybe four injured patients in the room with the two. She took a quick glance over to Mouse as she watched him pop the genin's shoulder back into place. The pop made her blood alone run cold as she shuddered and concentrated back onto Hira. His body still fairly burned from his last battle.

His body should be fairly numbed by now, a warm tingling sensation should be taking over in a couple from minutes as the sweat from her brow began to form. Again, she was finding it difficult to do since seeing violence always made her fill up with emotion. She was no fighter, she was a lover. She would fight if it meant defending herself but anything other than that...no.
She remembered the people who had just came in and thought that if they rested on the beds for a moment it'd help a bit.
"You should get some water from the dispenser by the door and get some rest on the beds. We will see to you shortly. Sorry for being under staffed." Her soft voice gave off the hint of authority. Now that she was working, she was in her determined mode. They weren't going to die but if she thought that maybe there was a risk of it, she would change into her mode and work at Chuunin if not Jounin level. Her work speed was always fast and she was smart. She knew what she was doing but she wasn't all too confident...She was holding off her Kekkei Genkai for if she desperately needed it!

Akimitsu walked in holding his eye. It stung a little bit, but as long as the Medical Nin saw to it sometime in the next few hours, it should be fine. He looked around and saw the other injured people from there fights. Some looked better, and some looked worse. He looked to a girl by someone with... gills? Putting aside the gills, the girl looked to be the main medical nin here."Ma'am. When you have a moment, could you please look at my eye?" He said it in an understanding tone. He could wait a little bit since other people showed up first. He guessed it was tough for the girl to take so many patents at once. He saw an open bed and decided to lay down in it.

Hira was still laying on the bed in a kind of uncomfortable way but he refrained from saying anything because it was not his place to say anything or even if it was he didnt care, he would just wait it out. He noticed another person come in and for a second thought it was Takao but he couldnt get a clear enough view so he just dismissed it and focused on what was going on around his own person. For the first time since he got here he had acually gotten a good look at the girl who was treating him. He complimented her by saying "How come all the pretty girls always end up being medical ninja?" Hira had been out of the dating game for awhile his last girlfriend, she didnt really like that Hira being a ninja and he chose being a ninja over her and sometimes he regrets that but at other times he doesnt. Love... one thing Hira lacks, but strives to collect. He pulled out a purple and blue flower handing it to the girl "Hira its a water-wisp they are grown by my clan.

Sero takes note of Hiragana in one of the beds being treated and raises an eye brow. Had Otto fared any better or was Sero the only one to make it out. well nearly unscathed. honestly though he had gone too far with something meant to be friendly. and now he was tired. with Ezra in a bed Sero turns and leaves as all he needed was rest.
(exit thread)

Something in Mouse flipped. SOmething just made him go off. He had just finished patching up a genin when he knew it, he needed to leave know. He walked over to the young medic who was obviously getting "hit on" by the younger Kiri nin. "amatuer" Mouse thought to himself as he saw the kid try and give her a rose. He walked over and smacked the rose from the kid's hand, and flung the female medic over he knee, kissing her deeply and passionately.
"Had to do that before I go. " as soon as he said it he turned to the young Kiri nin
"Nice try kid, but you cant compete with me. FUCK ALL OF YOU GENIN HAHA!" Moussa turned and ran out of the hospital, he knew what he was going to do after that...

---exit thread---

"Wow hira you are horrible at the dating game" he says passing by the glazed nurse with a broad smile. He approaches his other partner with a smile, "So, hows your day going?" H though of Hira as the strongest on their team and because of this he slightly looked up to him. "I trust you won your fight?"

Ezra now on a bed in the hospital didn’t make a peep as Sero had spoke for him before making his leave. He was grateful to Sero but didn’t thank him. Sero seemed a bit half hearted in his actions, as if he felt obligated to take Ezra to the Hospital. ‘Whatever.’ Ezra wasn’t sure what to think of as he lay on the bed. The only things he could think of was the look of his bruised arm, the feel of his burned back against the cushiony mattress, and the possibility of his leg being broken. His leg had hurt the most but he hoped it was something a little less severe than a break, the burns were mostly annoying and his forearm could get over the bruising on its own. He sat up on the bed and as he did his burn’s decided to annoy him. His face twitched from the pinches it felt like. He looked around at everyone in the room and smiled. It wasn’t anything shocking but it was possibly unexpected judging from his situation. Ezra’s eyes opened wide as he saw someone familiar. Other people vied for his attention though so he didn’t call to him. He turned his attention to the kunoichi slash medic who wasn’t too far away. She was pretty but Ezra wasn’t sure what the hoopla was about when Hiragana had pulled out a rose for her, seemingly out of thin air.

What the hell? Everything happened so quickly; one minute she was being offered a beautiful purple and blue flower, the petals so unique and different than anything she'd seen in her life and then the next moment she was being kissed by the other medical ninja who made a hasty retreat...she couldn't help but feel defenceless and helpless when he done it...her hands began to quake before she shook them. She was both overcome with rage and sadness. She'd never been kissed before and now her first kiss was snatched away, just like that...She'd imagined waiting for the right moment, underneath a sakura cherry tree on a small island in the middle of a small lake, the sun burning brightly in the clear skies but no...It was in a medical room. In the way she never lost her first kiss as she never kissed him back but still...
Her eyes welled up as she bent down and picked up the battered flower. How rude that man was...she dusted the flower off gently and placed it in her hair, using it to keep the left side of her hair pinned up. It made her orange eyes stand out a lot more.

She picked up the ointment and began to spread it over his badly injured body then came the bandages. She began to wrap up his abdomen when she had lifted him up, placing his chin on her shoulder to help support him up while she continued to bandage his back. Before she laid him down she thanked him for the flower and pecked him on the cheek as a thank. It truly was a romantic gesture and she felt her cheeks turn red. Oh god...not professional at all! She turned away after making sure he was comfortable and placing a quilt over him; looking around the room, she slapped her hands together and looked everyone in the eye.
"Next person with a severe injury only. Sorry but I can't treat everyone at once...I have to ask for those not in a critical condition to please wait a while longer."

OOC: Posting order goes Me, Akimitsu, Kenny, Giketsu, Skye, Hira, Otto and Ezzy. please keep to this posting order or you will be forced to change or leave.

The medical nin tried to look him in both eyes, but he was covering one. So he could only be looked in one eye. Anyway, Akimitsu was looking around a little bit. It wasn't anything special. Just a room with several beds. He did get a nice look out the window though. He saw the Hokage mountain from here which never looked bad. He kept moving his head though, not used to having his left side dark. Hopefully that would be fixed soon. He stood up and walked over to the girl. "Would I and the eye be classified as a serious injury?"

[Sorry for breaking the posting order, but I'd figure that I'd get it down so that I'm out of your hair. All dems broken genins.]

Something about being helped just never clicked well in Takao's head. Maybe it was the feeling of helplessness, or maybe he just didn't like the physical contact. As he was supported and helped to the bed, he gave a grateful nod in thanks to the male that helped him. “Those exam fights are pretty brutal, eh?” he joked, forcing out a bit of pained laughter. “Shoulda seen the other guy.”
Nothing like a cliché fight line to lighten up the mood. The numbing feeling he got from the sudden hand of chakra on his head was... well, quite uncomfortable to say the least. He was fully prepared for the pain of his shoulder being relocated, but he still flinched and grunted in a fit of pain. His teeth were grinding against one another while the pain subsided, quite quickly as well.

Takao barely had the opportunity to recover from his shoulder being relocated when the sudden stinging pain began in his chest. It was a familiar pain though, as Takao had been admitted to the hospital many a time for a gash to be treated. The wound was stitched and bandaged in no time at all, probably record setting compared to his previous hospital visits.

“Thanks for the help.” he said as the male departed. He laid on the hospital bed, shirt still off, and nearly fell asleep. His wounds had been treated, but the chakra exhaustion was still lingering, as was the fatigue. Only a brief moment passed before he rose from the bed and examined his torn up, soaking wet shirt. Blood, water, debris... Yeah, his mother would be pissed if he brought that home to wash. He tossed it in the nearest rubbish bin and headed out of the hospital. Hopefully his shirtlessness, although primarily hidden by the bandages, wouldn't draw too much attention to him.

Damn, Otto did a real number on him. He had summoned one of his clones to help carry him to the hospital since his leg was cut to hell by Otto's sword. Granted it was a quick fight but he fought truly and when he raised his sword and threw it away, he knew not all Kiri ninja were bad. actually, Kenny had begun to take a turn in terms of his personality and began to become...nice? Oh god...what's wrong with me? He thought to himself before his clone sniggered. Kenny flashed an evil look of disapproval as they came to the medical room. Damn. There were a shit ton of people in the room...god...social interactions.

He walked in and noticed Otto in the room, his face lightened as he remembered his admirability in battle. He gave him a nod before dismissing his clone, turning into a cloud of smoke. He turned and slouched down in one of the chairs, gripping his leg in pain but trying not to show too much emotion in his face. The med nin looked busy enough without more and more people showing up for fixing. Kenta could wait, make it easier on the woman.

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Giketsu was delivered in one piece. He seemed in a pretty good shape besides some bruises and open wounds on his back. In fact, judging by the fact he was slightly hunching over, had some blood on his chin and was obviously in discomfort, you could guess he had just eaten his opponent and needed something to help him process it... Boy did Giketsu wish this was the case. As he approached one of the beds he started dragging his legs and his breathing got a bit deeper and deeper. He'd explain his case but he was in too much pain right now, so probably only thing coming out of his mouth would be swear words and spit.

Giketsu had obviously messed up. He had ignored a broken rib which after a rash and reckless movement had thursted into his own lung. A punctured lung, ain't that just sweet? Unless someone decides to teach him how to breath blood a medical assistance would be great.

Being dragged through the hospital was his reward for getting a tie in his exam match. It wasn't a very good reward considering he got stabbed twice to get there. Skye had been put on a table facing another bed. There was a dark figure in the bed next to him. He couldn't quite make it out. After all, he was bleeding out. His hand was up and holding his right shoulder. It was still injured and had been opened up slightly. Hell, every cut and stab Skye received had gotten worse. Tilting his head slightly, he looked down and stared at his ankle. It was bad, but not as bad as his shoulder. Everything hurt, but he wouldn't show it. All he could really do is wait for a doctor or nurse to come by. Maybe he'd see Karoshi if he was lucky. What would she think? Would she be shocked? sad? or maybe even expecting that he'd be there. Whatever. He couldn't afford to stress about it as of now. There was something that needed a bit more of his attention.

Hira looked at all that was around him and ignored the male medics words and actions as he looked at his other two team mates who were in the room. He looked over at otto saying "Shut up otto.... your still a comedian but you could try to be funnier and of course i won my fight. Im here to represent." He then turned his attention to the femal medic that had taken his flower and kissed his cheek. The water wisp flower isnt usually a flower that the kisame clan just hands out to people but for some reason Hira always seemed to be willing to give them away in a heart beat. I guess they are a pretty rare gift as only Kisame clan members know how to grow and raise them. He looked up at the girl medic saying "Its a beautiful flower huh? Its easy to take care of, just water it once a day. He then asked her "I hate burns... so how bad are they?"

"Ah the flower of love," Otto says with a fake heavy french accent; he switches back to his normal tone and says to the nurse that Hira was flirting with "I have a few fractured ribs it will take a while to heal, but none are broken off, so seeing as how you are extremely packed with costumers much worse off, I couldn't in good concience take you away from your work. With that said could you please hand me some guaze so that I can wrap this up and be ready for the next round of the exams. Otto hated being injured but he was certain that he could last one round with some injured ribs, while some people here wouldn't survive the night without medical attention.

Ezra had closed his eyes, laid down and focused on his breathing as the others in the room talked and a few silly actions occurred. He realized he hadn’t been so hurt. He doubted his shin was broken even though it hurt, he probably just fractured it. If it was really broken he would probably have been in more pain. His forearm was bruised and that would heal rapidly with a small amount of time. As for the burns Ezra was not sure. He had never been burned before and didn’t know what kind of effect it would have or what kind of treatment a thing like that warranted. ‘I’ll just wait for the doc’s prognosis.' He said in his mind.

The medic called out and asked for the patients with more serious injuries to step up so Ezra decided to let his injuries be known so she could determine when and how she would treat him. He waited until the others were done asking about their problems. “I have some…I guess I’d say minor burns on my back, a possibly fractured shin bone and uhhhh… a big bruise on my forearm. If that helps with stuff?” Ezra called out raising his hand as he laid flat on the bed with his good leg hanging off.