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[Shikamaru]

Miserable. Miserable was an interesting word. Miserable. Nine letters long. Four syllables. Spelled e-l-b-a-r-e-s-i-m backward. Miserable. Whatever way he ran the word through his mind, the word described everything about him presently: miserable.

"Quit being such a drama queen, Nara-san."

"...I'm not doing anything."

"Exactly. It's all in your behavior," the young nurse chided as she peered dark brown eyes at a bedridden teenager. "You've been doing that for six hours."

"I'm not doing anything," the voice repeated, with an edge this time.

"Moping. You've been moping. The nurses wouldn't have to check on you so much if you'd move every once in a while! A twitch, even, would be okay," she was saying.

"I'm breathing." For now, Shikamaru tacked on mentally. "But I'd prefer to be breathing something else," he grumbled, complaining.

"You know we can't give you cigarettes. It's against our policy for patients to smoke indoors and I don't know how many times we have to tell you, sir, but this is a nonsmoking hospital." The young woman fluffed Shikamaru's pillow and proceeded to tuck him in. Like his mother.

"Then let me leave," Shikamaru replied, his tone dry. "I haven't had a smoke in ages. I feel horrible." And it was true. It had been a whole six hours. And he was beginning to feel the effects of withdrawal. Courtesy to an obsessive chain-smoking routine.

"We can't do that," the nurse hummed, shaking a finger at Shikamaru. He wanted to die. "You've got an eight-inch gash from your chest to your abdomen. The last time you snuck out for a cancer stick, you excited your stitches. We're going to replace them in an hour."

"It's only a scratch," Shikamaru sighed, his fingers kneading into the scratchy hospital bed sheet. "I've gotten worse."

"You can leave in two hours," the nurse said, and by the sound of her voice, the argument was over. The brunette scribbled something down on her clipboard and exited the room, leaving Shikamaru to contemplate homicide. Or suicide, judging from the 'I want to die'-sigh that next left his lips.

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[Shikamaru]

Shikamaru dropped his head back onto his pillow and positively groaned. "Women," he sighed. At the sound of the sorprano of yet another girl, Shikamaru lifted his head to get a look, his expression guarded-- obviously expecting Ino. When it wasn't Ino-- or any other girl he knew for that matter, he laid his head back down.

The grimace on his face displayed his displeasure. "I'm alive," he murmured, gazing up at the ceiling, "if that's what you're in here to see." Obviously, he'd assumed she was another nurse, checking for vital signs-- in case he had decided to strangle himself via IV's...

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[Ami Nakamuri]

OOC: Ah, ok. Well, you're very much so out of my league rp-wise. ^_^' I hope its okay that I join.

BIC:

A petite redhead peeked inside the room as she heard someone clearly hating the position he was in, at a hospital. 'I'm alive.' came grumpily through the crack of the hopsital door, she was supposed to be headed towards her medical-nin trainer but Ami is known for her constant late habits along with her rebellion. In other words she'd rather talk to the sickly than work when it involves effort and chakra just as training did. Ami's efforts of skipping her training session was bound to be shattered, but it means less time with her and her yelling. Ami shivered just thinking about her, so clearly coming here was a wise decision.

"Hello?"Ami looked around the room innocently expecting an old lady on death's bed, or some little kid with cancer. But no. Much to her surprise and disappointment it was male... and about her age telling by his younger features. She sighed to herself, 'I'm already in here and already said something I can't back down now.... And well he isn't too bad looking, I guess I can live through this.' She stood up straight using her perfect posture and pushed the door open gently and closed it behind her. She didn't like the idea of having her sensei coming after her and finding her so easily when she's busy escaping. The feminine figure pushed her hands in her pockets and in a swaggering manner walked to the visitor chair siting on the side of the hospital bed.

The chunin sighed heavily and open now before she pulled her hands out of her pockets and put them in her lap after she criss-crossed her legs in the chair indian style. "Your life is a good thing. And that's not quite what I'm here to see.... So, what's your damage?" she said with no emotion as if she talked to the injured everyday, as she did. However, emotion was never a concern for Ami when she cared, she cared and when she didn't, she just didn't.

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