Close, and yet not close enough, was becoming more the rule than the exception. But Sasuke had spent the day not in the habitual frustration but thoughtfully, taking advantage of the relative freedom in the town to eat in peace (without his nurse's harassment) and find a solitude he hadn't realised he had missed so much. In the quiet of a park, perched high in the branches of an older tree, he had had time to consider the disparate information he'd managed to collect in the sparse times he'd been left conscious.
Sakura had been feeling the same effect as she spent more and more time here. She'd thought it was the food, but that hadn't been the case when they'd first started here. Was it a slow-acting poison, perhaps? Calibrated to build up just enough to prevent tolerance, or designed to linger in the bloodstream and grow in effectiveness?
For the first time, Sasuke wished he'd paid more attention to Kabuto and Orochimaru's many seemingly-useless experiments. Their inhumanity could have come in more than a little handy in a 'hospital' that treated its patients with the same sort of care.
In any case, it was clear that there was no choice but to press on with the one lead he had found and attempt to discover as much as he could. So many of his avenues of information had vanished: without information of his own, there would be little hope of rebuilding that network. That meant exploration of all that had become available with the -- with killing Sai for Aguilar's entertainment. That, and keeping closer tabs on all those he spoke with; the turnover here had been so great lately that there was no telling which of his allies had 'left' and which remained.
Occupied with these thoughts and wearing an expression of seriousness rather unusual on so young a face, Sasuke made a somewhat forbidding presence in the bus seats as his nurse left him to "rest after a tiring fun day!"
With the number of patients filing into the limited space, however, it was clear that he was going to have to share space eventually.
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Sakura had been feeling the same effect as she spent more and more time here. She'd thought it was the food, but that hadn't been the case when they'd first started here. Was it a slow-acting poison, perhaps? Calibrated to build up just enough to prevent tolerance, or designed to linger in the bloodstream and grow in effectiveness?
For the first time, Sasuke wished he'd paid more attention to Kabuto and Orochimaru's many seemingly-useless experiments. Their inhumanity could have come in more than a little handy in a 'hospital' that treated its patients with the same sort of care.
In any case, it was clear that there was no choice but to press on with the one lead he had found and attempt to discover as much as he could. So many of his avenues of information had vanished: without information of his own, there would be little hope of rebuilding that network. That meant exploration of all that had become available with the -- with killing Sai for Aguilar's entertainment. That, and keeping closer tabs on all those he spoke with; the turnover here had been so great lately that there was no telling which of his allies had 'left' and which remained.
Occupied with these thoughts and wearing an expression of seriousness rather unusual on so young a face, Sasuke made a somewhat forbidding presence in the bus seats as his nurse left him to "rest after a tiring fun day!"
With the number of patients filing into the limited space, however, it was clear that he was going to have to share space eventually.
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