The stench of poorly cleaned bodies, bad breath and body odor had become so part of Takeda Kanryū's way of life that he did not know the scent of actual fresh air anymore; since he's been in prison (and it has been about.. four months now? Five?) he's grown accustomed to a great many things. Like the fact that he has some minor cuts that are most likely infected and if not treated immediately, he estimated that he had about three weeks, a month and a week at most. He's addressed this issue to the chief policeman who is willing to bring in a doctor to stop Takeda from complaining further about the filthy state of the prison cells.
They have sent for a doctor and told him that it would be a couple days before the closest one from Tokyo could get to the prison. 'It's probably some poor sap that won't know what the hell he's doing..' Takeda thought with a cynical smile and a hoarse chuckle, the majority of his teeth knocked out—thanks to that redheaded samurai. '.. Help is help, no matter what. I should be grateful at this point that it won't be Megumi – she would 'accidentally' poison me, though I probably deserve it.' And this brought another hoarse chuckle from his lips and this caused him to cough painfully, closing his only good eye—once again, a his other eye permanently swollen shut thanks to that incident.
It is the last time he would ever hire some rag-tag group of ninjas and a disloyal medicine girl... should he get out. Now, he only had to wait until his medical help arrived.
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Megumi had bid the dojo occupants goodbye once she had gotten the letter to come to the prison to treat a patient. This would give her a chance to further prove her skills as a physician and treat the wounds of a dying inmate that probably didn't deserve her help but a patient is a patient and they deserve a basic medical check up once or twice a month. On the plus side, this provided extra money to give to the dojo and to buy more medicines that she needed for a wider range of wounds and infections.
A carriage is waiting for her and the door opens and a stairs drop to allow her to step into it. She walks forward, taking a deep breath and steps into the carriage; as the door closes behind her, she can't help but wonder who is waiting for her at the prison to receive her treatment...
The End.. for now.
Stay tuned for part two.. coming soon!
Florescentia: This is another request fic from someone on Tumblr and I thought, why not? It would work in some respects. Like it? Don't? Let me know by leaving a review!