The Need to Fill a Hole {Past/Private}

[Tatsuo]

Hiroshi's approach would be seen making his way out of the area from the fight of his and Minaru's fight. Flames, of a dark color would stain the land behind him with dust and debris continued to flow around the land about his person. Life, as he knew it, no longer existed in the way he had  once dreamed it to be. All of the worked he put into his life... all of the work he put into the aid of molding his brother's power, and his own... it was wasted. The boy escaped him and left the village, but not without taking one of Hiroshi's legacies.  But that was not the worst part of it. Hirosho found a stronger power; however, the power was drawn from the loss of his parents as well as the departing of his closest retaliative: Minaru. And now the Hokage to be was alone and without an eye, but that would no longer matter, for the battle had took a lot from him; strength quickly poured from his body, which weakened with every step he took.

Hours. Days. Years. It all felt like it rushed him by, when it had only been a few minutes or so. And then, as if things could not get worse--worse depending on how one looked at the situation--all of the smoke rose into the sky, just as the dark clouds worked up as a storm approached, and rain began to pour onto the land. Sadness surrounded him this evening, and he knew not how he would come to terms with everything. Hiroshi's strength eventually fled him and he fell onto a single knee. His left hand extended forward and pressed against the ground while his single left eye stared forward. For the moment, his gaze became clouded and his sucked in a deep breath of air while his lips parted and his breath became uneven. The palm of his hand pressed itself firmly against the ground before he curled his digits in the form of a cup and then grasped the soil. His head fell back while rain poured onto his visage and his lips parted enough for him to open his mouth fully while the saliva strung from one end to the next. In the next moment, his breath pushed itself from his person and he screamed loudly into the air while tears poured themselves down the length of his body. On the left side of his face, tears mixed with rain and danced down his cheek, while tears mixed with blood and rain on the right side of his cheek. Hiroshi was crying into the sky, a call he would do this once in his life.

His right hand rose into the air and brushed away some of the blood and the tears, just as he realized the situation he was causing. He knew better than this, and to say he was supposed to be the one to guard this village, he could not be the one to stand in such a position. He began to pull himself together when his call was answered by a rush of ninja. He opened his left eye and looked towards them as he cleared his throat and said, "I need medical assistance now." His voice was low and cold as he spoke to those around him, as the leader in him took over. He looked towards his left and said, "Take me there now."

The medical ninja nodded towards Hiroshi and said, "Yes, sir." The male then moved to slip his arm around Hiroshi to help carry him, but the male was turned down when Hiroshi raised his left hand. Just then, the both of them understood the gravity of the situation--somehow--and then they moved forward with slow steps. Hiroshi would advance at a slow pace because he was more focused on keeping his head up and poised, for he could no longer show weakness before those he would come to lead in the near future. Besides, all that he had in his name now--rather was going to have--had been the people he would come to lead in the near future. But until then, he needed to be repaired; he needed to be fixed, but first he had to arrive at Hospital, and he was almost there.

[Sukōchi Taemi]

The male walked with Hiroshi, assisting him toward the hospital situated within Konohagakure. Meanwhile, the head of the medical team of Konohagakure scrambled throughout the corridors of the hospital, tending and checking up on patients -- most were stable, which meant a simple assessment of their conditions and status wasn't priority. War was on the horizon, so urgency was mandatory when it came to those injured and returning from battle. The leader of the medical team for once considered that now was her break, fetching a glass of water. She'd take a sip of the crisp liquid, unaware that a staff member was bringing another patient in -- a condition less critical than she no doubtfully had seen, but still serious.

[Tatsuo]

Hiroshi would follow the male ninja until they arrived before the one who ran this hotel. He lowered his head into a nod and then grumbled softly to himse;f the only form of sound the soon-to-be Hokage would make.

[Sukōchi Taemi]

The medic retrieved the leader of the hospital, who came forward to approach Hiroshi. Her eyes immediately trailed his frame, asking, "What are the extent of your injuries?" He might know exactly what is wrong, which would help her immensely, but an assessment was still well underway -- upon elaboration [inspection], she'd be able to treat him effectively.

[Tatsuo]

Hiroshi said, "A slash along the length of my chest. It isn't deep, and no longer bleeding, and I'm sure it will be fine in time." He then sucked in a deep breath of air and said, now without pain, "I have a few burns here and there, but nothing too bad." And then finally, he reached his right hand out and uncurled his digits. "This eye needs to replace my old one."

[Sukōchi Taemi]

She moved forward, healing chakra coursing to her palms as she tended to the injury at his torso-chest. The chakra sped up the healing process, connecting tissues at a rapid, accelerated rate. It wasn't long until Hiroshi would find his open gash to be closed, now -- though a temporary [or permanent] scar would reside in its place. She motioned for the medic to gather fluids, to which she'd help instill that inside his burns so that dehydration wouldn't occur. Healing chakra would be utilized in the same instance with the burns, healing the underlying tissue first before the exterior layers of skin. Once that was all said and done, she'd have the medic place the eye in a jar containing fluid meant to saturate and preserve the eye, before stating. "Follow me. We'll reset the eye in a private room." The medic who accompanied Hiroshi before would likely aid in the quick procedure. Still, she'd move to a vacant room, motioning for Hiroshi to lay down along the flat bed.

[Tatsuo]

Hiroshi observed as the laceration on his torso sealed. He then shut his lone eye and drank in a deep breath of air after he placed the alien eye into the vessel that was brought before him. When she concluded her nursing, that lone eye opened once more and he fixated his gaze onto the characteristics of the Head Medic. His brow curved and he momentarily shook his head, only to have pursued her with lingering, yet expansive footsteps. He understood the level of this woman's healing abilities, and had no worries things would go smoothly, or so he tried to stay positive.

[Sukōchi Taemi]

As he laid upon the bed, she worked diligently to create a sterile field along a table-side desk for the procedure, but not without washing her hands and adorning sterile gloves. The medic that escorted Hiroshi into the hospital placed the glass containing the eye and solution onto the covers of the sterile field, the glass not necessarily sterile but clean -- the contents of the glass deemed sterile, however. Upon the table wasn't much: a vial-flask of semi-cloudy-clear liquid and two unopened syringes, with a sterile, empty glass and eye-dropper, and a flask containing saline. Opening the contents to clasp the syringe in her right hand, needle intact, she'd draw from the saline before pulling the safety measure of the needle and removing it in the nearest sharp container. Motioning close to Hiroshi, she'd utter, "Close your intact eye, I'm merely flushing this out and cleaning before I perform the quick procedure. You might find it a little cold-warm, depends on how your body values room temperature." After the command was obeyed, she'd flush his eye-socket out, ridding it of any blood, debris, etc. Once that was finished, she'd discard the syringe, moving to claim the other for the semi-clear-cloudy liquid. "This is a local anesthetic... should help with the nerve endings that I'll be reattaching so that the eyeball is functional. Should help numb any pain you might have." Repeating the careful and clear instructions and steps like how she flushed his socket previously, she'd once again fill the syringe; but, she'd pour the contents into the empty vial. Drawing the dropper, she'd squeeze the plunger portion to draw some of the anesthetic, motioning to the socket to instill a few drops.

Letting the anesthetic kick in for a few moments, she'd adorn surgical gloves on-top of her sterile gloves, gathering chakra to the tips of her fingers. One hand obtained the eyeball from the solution whilst the other adorned chakra. Placing the eyeball into the socket, she'd then course chakra over the ocular tissue, hoping to speed the rate of regrowth and tissue repair -- which ultimately meant reconstruction of the neural pathway, further meaning that he would be able to utilize it to the best of his previous ability. Not only did it restore the connection, but also aided in the strengthening of muscle tissue that would allow ocular movement. After a few moments or so, the procedure was completed, though she'd motion to her accompanying medic to go and gather a patch -- likely of gauze and tape. "You'll be patched up, please keep the covering on for full restoration and healing. I'd suggest not using that eye for a few days and avoid bright light. You could place an eye-patch on if you feel that's more cosmetically comforting -- otherwise, I'd say you'll be good to go in a week. Stay overnight so we can keep a close check on thing and run tests for rejection. But, I'm sure it'll be fine." She'd start removing her gloves but not before cleaning up, making sure to wash her hands. "Rest well." She murmured before leaving.

The medic before would return and patch his eye up, before giving him the opportune time to rest. "If you need anything, give a call out and I'll come and help you." And, like that, things seem to be 'normal' again -- if Hiroshi could even call it that.

[Tatsuo]

Hiroshi turned his eye enough to dance it along the length of the woman's face as she issued him instructions. His lips parted and he eventually drew in a deep breath of air before he shook his head and then lowered his eye towards the woman's gloved hands. At this point in time, he could feel the pounding of his heart, but could not tell if it was from fear or anticipation, but that did not matter much at this point, did it? When the medic that escorted him here placed the container down, his eye quickly flicked to it and he began to observe said container before he clamped his lips together. But the Hokage to be knew better to let his eye linger on what could be and not what was: the fact he had not an eye in the right socket; a hole that needed to be filled. However, curiosity took the better of him in this moment, and that single 3 tomoe eye focused itself onto the vital-flask, then the unopened syringes, and than the flask before his gaze returned to the one who would be tending to his 'wound.' He parted his lips and began to relax, moments before he motioned to ask a question, but decided now was not the time. Besides, the quicker the two of them got through this ordeal, the quicker he would be able to depart and get down to business. 

Then the leader of this operation spoke to him; she gave him instruction and he simply responded with a nodding of his head. The only eye he had to see the world with became surrounded by darkness as he lowered the protective lid. Now, all he had to focus on the woman was the sound of her voice... the flow of her body movement. When she finished speaking, he gave a low grunt before he relaxed the rest of his body and prepared for what was to come. As she motioned to begin working, he would come to feel the cold object, which soon warmed against his flesh, but he gave no sign as to what he felt at this point. For now, he simply focused on the feeling her movements she made, and then the sound of her voice when it came to him. His senses then snapped towards her when she mentioned an anesthetic and then pain... Pain was something he could no longer feel at this moment, seeing that his brother, and his scene earlier, had ripped all ounce of pain from his person.

Now, the process was beginning again, and he did his best to not focus on the procedure. Instead, he allowed himself this moment--or however long she was going to be at work--to think back on the way his life had gone. His mind flashed through a quick series of events. He remembered his life as a young boy, growing up alone and without a brother. He remembered how his parents treated him, then how they forced him to become the man he did not wish to see himself because of their distance. And then he remembered the birth of his brother and how the two had come to know one another through the years. Life, to him, was a beautiful thing, and everything he knew and cared about was going to bring him forward and make him stronger. The main focus of his future, however, was his brother, Minaru. The one who took everything away from him in the literal blink of an eye, or so it seemed in that single moment. Not only that, but the part of himself that was ripped away as well, a part of him that was to forge his legacy. Nevertheless, he could not complain, for his brother's eye was his for the moment, and his power would still be there. After all, a leader could not be broken! By the time the woman spoke once more, the surgery had been over and he could breath for the first time. He shifted his closed eyes left and then right before he focused his gaze forward and then allowed the light to come in once more. He said, "Thank you, " with a faint smile on his face and then allowed the medic to patch up his eye. He then gave a final, "Thank you, and I will, " to the medic before he departed. Hiroshi then drifted off into sleep, and would awaken the next day. So long as there were no complications, he would pay his bill and depart.