I hate hospitals. Now, I always figure it's better then waking up in the morgue, or I guess not waking up, something like that. The worst part is always waking up the first time.
Inevitably it involves hurting in places I didn't know I had. There was always the disorientation of not seeing out of one eye until I would remember, which leads to the inevitable pondering of why I'm still alive. Then I get to try and remember what put me here in the first place, never fun. Then I try to figure out what's actually broken.
Once I get past the self-diagnosis, the second phase of misery sets in. The realization that I'm laying there, nothing to do, can't go anywhere, and I don't have my book! It's horrible beyond words. It's worse then being toured by enemy ninja, believe me I know.
Then there is the third phase of the torture that is hospitals, the visits. Tsuande will show up and dress him down for being careless. Gai will show up and demand some type of challenge, knowing full well he was going to loose at chess. Naruto would come in and accuse me of getting hurt just to avoid training. Then Sakura would come in and try to softly chide me for not taking care of myself.
This time however, I get a surprise. Someone new has shown up, more importantly, they are holding something no one else has had the courtesy to bring me: my book! Really, I know some many people that lack simple empathy for my plight. I think it goes without saying that Anko is my new favorite Jounin. Wordlessly, I stretch out my hand hand towards the book she is holding at chest level, but she slaps it down. I wonder if she thought I was reaching for something else?
"According to Shizune, you need your rest. Therefore, I have been officially barred from leaving it with you, or letting you get to active." Mask or not, I'm sure the disappointment was clear on my face. "However, I'm not big on following the normal rules."
And this is why Anko is my new favorite.