Yamato didn't even know what all was going on in the village outside that was partly why his current infirmity was driving him insane with boredom and guilt. After Pain's attack on the city, Yamato had nearly driven himself into the ground and exhausted his chakra stores to such a degree that he'd very nearly landed himself in the hospital just like this. But he'd been useful and the work he'd been doing had been necessary.
Now, people were struggling to rebuild and get on with their lives and here he was stranded in a hospital with far too many tubes sticking in and out of him and not even enough fortitude to manage to lever himself up into a sitting position or perform the most basic of tastes. At least he'd managed to mostly shove the eyesore of the pornographic novels in the drawer built into the stand next to his bed by the time Sai sneaked in. Judging by the way the older ANBU soldier was flushed, sweating and panting, he'd obviously been exerting himself too much.
Though why something as simple as sitting up would be considered exerting himself was beyond him. They'd taken away his forehead protector and uniform, leaving the older man with only a pair of plain black clothes. Without the face guard and the bulk of his uniform, Yamato looked younger and more vulnerable. It was easy to forget the other man was only in his mid-twenties when he was out in the field. Of course, he'd been a ninja for over two decades, most of which included serving in some of the blackest, most dark units in the village's history. Now he just looked like a tired and worn out civilian instead of the finely honed blade he was supposed to be.
"Sai? It's uh...good to see you." He had to take a breath there in the middle of that sentence to try and create words. Yamato was feeling somewhat light-headed now, if he were being honest with himself so he started to reevaluate his decision to sit up. Maybe the nurses had a point in making him lay down? Maybe he should regain his horizontal position right now before he passed out? Groaning quietly, the drained jounin decided to listen to his better judgement and sank back into the bed gratefully.
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Now, people were struggling to rebuild and get on with their lives and here he was stranded in a hospital with far too many tubes sticking in and out of him and not even enough fortitude to manage to lever himself up into a sitting position or perform the most basic of tastes. At least he'd managed to mostly shove the eyesore of the pornographic novels in the drawer built into the stand next to his bed by the time Sai sneaked in. Judging by the way the older ANBU soldier was flushed, sweating and panting, he'd obviously been exerting himself too much.
Though why something as simple as sitting up would be considered exerting himself was beyond him. They'd taken away his forehead protector and uniform, leaving the older man with only a pair of plain black clothes. Without the face guard and the bulk of his uniform, Yamato looked younger and more vulnerable. It was easy to forget the other man was only in his mid-twenties when he was out in the field. Of course, he'd been a ninja for over two decades, most of which included serving in some of the blackest, most dark units in the village's history. Now he just looked like a tired and worn out civilian instead of the finely honed blade he was supposed to be.
"Sai? It's uh...good to see you." He had to take a breath there in the middle of that sentence to try and create words. Yamato was feeling somewhat light-headed now, if he were being honest with himself so he started to reevaluate his decision to sit up. Maybe the nurses had a point in making him lay down? Maybe he should regain his horizontal position right now before he passed out? Groaning quietly, the drained jounin decided to listen to his better judgement and sank back into the bed gratefully.