1 An Early Breakfast Wed Jan 02, 2019 2:05 pm
Kaito Osoroshi
D-rank
The night had turned into morning hours ago, and Kaito could feel the village of Kirigakure waking up around him, janitorial staff slugging their way into work, overnight nurses finishing off the last sips of their coffee as their migraines pushed them over closer to clocking out. The halls of the hospital of the Hidden Mist was always a clam place, but compared to the eerie silence at night, the shuffling of doctors and staff, as well as people coming to visit their loved ones sounded deafening to Kaito's sensitive ears.
It'd been a night like many others, despite the fact that Kaito was no longer stationed at the hospital, he was still a medical-nin and frequently assigned shifts to help out. For the most part, this either meant trauma care, or more mundane stocking of medical supplies and cleaning up biowaste. Tonight had been trauma, a storm had come in yesterday evening and a few of the fishing boats didn't make it home in time. Luckily, the jonin responsible for rescuing the civilians had done their job well, recovering all the wounded and stable alike. Only, that's where the medical-nin came in.
What would have been a slow night taking inventory of supply closets on the first through third floors, turned into a midnight dash through the emergency room, blood up to his elbows, and shouting surgeons telling him to get out the way while nurses demanded he heal their patients with chakra. The back and forth of the medical staff was typical, and one of the major reasons Kaito had requested the transfer to field medic so he could go on missions. His fellow shinobi, even though untrained in medical ninjutsu, often understand and appreciate the value of his skills far more than the machines in the hospital. Still, it had been a good night, however long it had seemed, and as Kaito clocked out and left, he was offered thanks from the nurses before he walked out into the morning mist.
Kaito hadn't had the chance to fix himself anything food wise before reporting in for his shift last night, and the food offered at the hospital was more likely to make him ill than nourish him, but luckily Kaito knew of a good place to eat that was open this time of day. It was a quick trip to the little restaurant, but the mission assignment center was along the way and Kaito had to turn in his punch card to show he had completed his shift at the hospital. His tired eyes sunk into his head despite the smile on his face when the lady at the desk offered him a mission briefing in return for his own paperwork. Anther mission, so soon, Kaito could only hope to get some sleep between now and then, only opening the assignment to check when he was expected to report for duty. "Tomorrow, I can do tomorrow." Kaito mumbled to himself, glad he had the night off.
As he turned, Kaito noticed a familiar figure, someone he'd worked with before and called out to the shinobi. "Hey Eishi, wanna grab some breakfast?" Kaito asked, moving towards Eishi so he could have a less shouting match type of conversation from across the room. They had worked together once before, capturing a thief inside the village, but Kaito was curious to see if Eishi was turning in a mission or being assigned one, as well as curious to know the details. Perhaps they could go over their missions while they ate and offer each other advice on how to tackle them.
It'd been a night like many others, despite the fact that Kaito was no longer stationed at the hospital, he was still a medical-nin and frequently assigned shifts to help out. For the most part, this either meant trauma care, or more mundane stocking of medical supplies and cleaning up biowaste. Tonight had been trauma, a storm had come in yesterday evening and a few of the fishing boats didn't make it home in time. Luckily, the jonin responsible for rescuing the civilians had done their job well, recovering all the wounded and stable alike. Only, that's where the medical-nin came in.
What would have been a slow night taking inventory of supply closets on the first through third floors, turned into a midnight dash through the emergency room, blood up to his elbows, and shouting surgeons telling him to get out the way while nurses demanded he heal their patients with chakra. The back and forth of the medical staff was typical, and one of the major reasons Kaito had requested the transfer to field medic so he could go on missions. His fellow shinobi, even though untrained in medical ninjutsu, often understand and appreciate the value of his skills far more than the machines in the hospital. Still, it had been a good night, however long it had seemed, and as Kaito clocked out and left, he was offered thanks from the nurses before he walked out into the morning mist.
Kaito hadn't had the chance to fix himself anything food wise before reporting in for his shift last night, and the food offered at the hospital was more likely to make him ill than nourish him, but luckily Kaito knew of a good place to eat that was open this time of day. It was a quick trip to the little restaurant, but the mission assignment center was along the way and Kaito had to turn in his punch card to show he had completed his shift at the hospital. His tired eyes sunk into his head despite the smile on his face when the lady at the desk offered him a mission briefing in return for his own paperwork. Anther mission, so soon, Kaito could only hope to get some sleep between now and then, only opening the assignment to check when he was expected to report for duty. "Tomorrow, I can do tomorrow." Kaito mumbled to himself, glad he had the night off.
As he turned, Kaito noticed a familiar figure, someone he'd worked with before and called out to the shinobi. "Hey Eishi, wanna grab some breakfast?" Kaito asked, moving towards Eishi so he could have a less shouting match type of conversation from across the room. They had worked together once before, capturing a thief inside the village, but Kaito was curious to see if Eishi was turning in a mission or being assigned one, as well as curious to know the details. Perhaps they could go over their missions while they ate and offer each other advice on how to tackle them.
WC: 609
WC Goal: 4000
WC Goal: 4000