But where are you my angel now?
Don't you see me crying?
And I know that you can't do it all
But you can't say I'm not trying
Sir! Hokage-sama, please! This is a restricted area!
His long, torn and battle-worn jacket fanned out like a shadow behind him as he strode pass the harried nurse, using all his will power not to break into a run. Down the hall, several white-clad medic-nins bustled in and out of the room he was headed for. The bloodcurdling screams that had initially drawn him to the ward had stopped, thank God. But he couldnt decide if the silence was actually worse.
Several medic-nins spotted his determined approach, and they wavered in mid-step, throwing nervous glances at each other. Confused gazes; why was the Yondaime Hokage coming here, of all places, in the midst of such a crucial battle? A plump, brunette doctor bustled toward the door.
Come on, move yourselves! I need that blood transfusion fast! Shes wind type, which you know is h