Temari bit her lip, green eyes following the stretcher as the nurses carried it gingerly across the arena's floor. She quickly looked at the billboard as it displayed the combatants for the next match-- I Tsurugi Misumi V. Kankurou /i .
She regained her composure, grinning at her brother as he stomped past her to the stairs. "Have fun." He waved a hand in response. She smirked slightly, and turned to Baki, jerking her head in the direction of the infirmary. "I'm going to see if that idiot has anything useful to tell us, ne?"
Baki nodded. "Return quickly; your fight may come very soon."
By the time he had finished, however, Temari had already jumped over the last three steps, jogging toward the infirmary to avoid the fight taking place. The hallway was much longer than she expected, and when she finally thought that she had spanned the length of it, she found the stairs.
With a sigh, she took the first step up of what seemed like a million, each dull thud of her foot echoing through the hallway of the hospital. As she passed each open doorway, she caught a glimpse of the only other losing combatant.
She snorted softly as she passed the room. i Serves him right, for underestimating his opponent. /I She thought bitterly, but paused as the thought completed itself.
Temari shook her head, passing another three doors before she got to her destination. As she had expected, he was already in a hospital bed, the attendants roling up the stretcher. One of them caught sight of her, and rushed towards the privacy curtain.
"Anou, Temari-san, I'm sorry but-"
She cut him off swiftly. "I have gotten permission from Baki-sensei to come here," she told him brusquely. She poked a finger into his chest. "You aren't telling me to go anywhere."
Speechless, the two bowed, and left the room.
Zaku struggled to sit up, a haughty--yet strained--smirk plastered across his features. "Stupid bitch. Shouldn't you be watching the fights, like a good little girl?" he asked caustically, leaning on his remaining good elbow.
Temari sneered at him, removing her fan from her belt and leaning it against the wall. The Sound nin eyed it warily. She payed this no notice, instead dipping a hand into the tub of water on the nightstand, fishing out a washcloth. Wringing it out thoroughly, she pushed him onto his back with a palm to his chest.
"You're the stupid one," she scolded, brows knit together, as she raised the wet rag above his head.
He smirked again, resting his head against the flat hospital issue pillow, simply letting her dab at his forehead. "Whatever."