Yoko could see the ANBU. Not in the sense that she could make out his features, but she could still see the ANBU, the trained, beaten, bloody ANBU.
Her mother was back in the house, her disposition being that if her child wasn't worried then neither should she be.
Yoko didn't bother with introductions, preferring to look the ANBU over with clinical sharpness, taking in the numerous cuts and blood splatters on the Shinobi garb. Her Chakra was measly at best, so she settled for pulling a gauze roll from a hidden compartment in her pants.
She didn't move particularly slowly, but she was a defenseless child, not worthy of a Shinobi's-especially an ANBU's- suspicion, or even wariness.
The ANBU had several contusions to his abdomen, but they had been staunched by what Yoko assumed was emergency medical ninjutsu, and so she proceeded how she knew she would have if she were in an Emergency Room.
The contusion was deep, the ninjutsu only seemed to 'glue' the top layers of the flesh together enough for the transportation home. Yoko pulled a pair of forceps from the compartment and the ANBU would have raised a brow, but his eyes were going funny and he didn't want to risk exerting too much energy. Somehow the ANBU extended the cloaking technique to the young pinkette, his eyes going blank but secure in the knowledge that she-they wouldn't be discovered for another three hours if he didn't wake up before then.
Yoko could tell, when the ANBU passed out, from the way his body slumped to the side even as she used the forceps to rip the top layer of skin again, knowing that if she were to cut with a scalpel it would heal slower, but she needed to know how deep the cut was and how many stitches she would need-if any.
And so she worked in tireless silence, not noticing when three ANBU joined her and became her medical team, providing her with sufficient lighting and coverage, even as they wondered who this mystery girl was.
At around twelve o'clock Yoko sat back, her hair yanked back in a disheveled bun, her skin lightly pallid and sweaty in the light provided by one of the ANBU at her back. Her job was done, every cut on the injured ANBU was either bandaged or thoroughly sterilized, and yet somehow she felt like she had missed something.
She glanced over the male carefully, her eyes scanning, but still not finding what made her feel like she had yet to do something. Yoko didn't bother to glance upwards, but after her third perusal of the ANBU's body she found that his face must have been where the other injury was and steadfastly began to undo the straps that kept the mask in place, only to be stilled by hands on her wrists.
A glare firmly set on her face at the people who dared to interrupt her while she was treating a patient, she quickly shook off the hands. Yoko took a calming breath, then motioned obviously towards the largest cut on the ANBU's torso and then towards the face of said ANBU operative.
The hands gave way with reluctant hesitation as she flipped the mask from the ANBU's face, not bothering with the obviously fine part of his face and instead focusing in on the huge scar on his left eye and the bleeding slice over the same cheek. Yoko trudged on, her hands meticulously working as she sterilized the site, then headed in with a needle.
By the time she was done stitching her eyes hurt as bad as her back, and her fingers had cramped more than three times, but she had just perfected a medical ninjutsu two weeks ago, and he was the perfect subject.
Softly rubbing her hands together Yoko breathed some of the natural Chakra onto her hands, allowing the muscles and tendons to uncramp, then she slid her hands into a simple prayer motion, concentrated on the miniature ball of purple blue light inside of her minds-eye and drug out just enough to heal the nerve damage in his eye, theoretically by doing this Yoko would be allowing him to shut off Chakra to the eye, and while it wouldn't shut off the Sharingan it would make it unworkable and vision would be minimal at best.
Yoko was nervous, he was after all her first patient to receive this treatment, but she calmed herself enough to cup her green Chakra laced hand on his injured eye.
The ANBU chose this moment to wake up, slamming his palm into her sternum and flinging her away from his body.
Yoko could hear and feel the crack form, though she didn't know-nope she knew, inhaling was hard: it was a rib. Her body wouldn't have been ready for that kind of injury, and with her mind being so exhausted after a few days without sleep, she knocked out only moments after identifying the crack as rib and not sternum.
