>>5944396>>5944421>>5944467>>5944546>>5944595>>5944627>>5944629>>5944834>>5944932>>5946519Hotaru isn’t a medical-nin, but every shinobi can comprehend at least the basics of first aid. She takes a look at your slash wound.
It’s not a perpendicular slice, unfortunately. There’s an upward, diagonal shape to the cut that has a flap of flesh hanging loose, pale with lack of blood due to the fact that the blood your flesh needed was pulsing steadily down the side of your leg, flowing down into the hungry earth. Expended uselessly. You were right that it wasn’t necessarily life-threatening for a healthy ninja and could be successfully ignored until everything was over, but you were beginning to hit the time limit where you were becoming anemic. Luckily it’s mostly just thigh fat and only consists of the smallest bit of severed muscle.
Hotaru rips off a section of her white cloak, then soaks it extremely heavily with water ninjutsu before pushing the water out, drying it and wrapping it tightly around your thigh. “Water conjured through ninjutsu is exceptionally pure. It is water in the purest sense, undiluted and sterile. The mist is likely to have cleaned the wound enough that you shouldn’t need to worry about infection as long as we keep it covered, before and after we get you to Naoki for some proper care. This would normally take about six weeks to heal completely, three weeks until you can move properly. If you focus on channeling your chakra and life energy to that point in your body, your healing will accelerate. If you take it easy for the next leg of the journey it will heal beyond the need for attention in as little as one week, and cease to be a major hindering factor in two weeks.” She explains, tying your bandage closed.
Hotaru then wordlessly proceeds to scoop you up in a simple princess carry and begins hauling you back to Sunlight Inn Town at high speeds. It’s highly disconcerting how she’s holding you on several levels, from the emasculating nature of being carried to your close physical proximity to her chest. You shut your eyes and attempt to ignore all physical sensation, focussing instead on the sounds of the forest.
“Was sending me out here as bait really the best idea?” You ask. You just want to get it off your chest. The fact of the matter is, if that didn’t go perfectly to plan you could have died. There’s no two ways about it. That’s just how it was.
