.o26 Body Fat
When she found him in the prison where all subjects of torture or 'interrogation' went, he had no body fat what so ever. In their world of idyllic thoughts of utopia this would have been swept under the rug. As this image was a faint reminder of the novel, 1984. His inky hair was straggly, long and unwashed covering bones under strained skin bruised by violent treatment. The entire ordeal was a resemblance of a concentration camp and he was one of the few survivors. Sakura was disgusted; personally finding the inhumane treatment of 'criminals; to be a blight and something that was of course wrong. Guards were often times found by her purposefully starving the prisoners or beating on their frail bodies with their industrialized boots.
Higher authorities rarely reprimanded the bastards for their behavior as they also and most frequently whistled and cat called at her. It was surprising that those armed meat sacks haven't tried to rape her yet in front of the eyes of helpless patients. Maybe it was a healthy fear they had of medics and their abilities of killing whom ever they pleased and easily covering the ordeal up. Apple greens narrowed slightly kneeling at the mans side, he periodically shivered at her touch of sterile gloves. Fingers ghosting ribs and a muscular stomach that has seen better days. Lips coiled down as his head rose up, revealing covered eyes as if the interrogation officer had a sick fetish of BDSM and forced the prisoner named Madara to participate.
She truly forgot what crimes this man has ever done, turning in to his martyr. Screaming at the guards in a high pitched voice to un chain him and gently take him to a hospital room. At first they looked at her as if it were a ridiculous command, but shrewdly her finger jabbed at the solar plexus of the nearest, un harmed body forcing them to crumple in a coughing fit. Then they moved quickly, hoping not to be attacked in that manner. The twiggy form was obviously limp between their 'gentle' administrations, breaths shallowly filtering in and out. Sakura's priority was to get him hooked up to some Iv's that would hydrate and nourish the abused form that should have been allowed to slip this far. Ibiki was really becoming overtly sadistic in choosing people to take his place. By the time she was done with him there will some bodily fat on those bones.