On Today's Brow-Raising Episode of Cerealia Hospital...

[niceguypose]

Who: Rock Lee and you!
When: The first few days of January
Where: A room in Cerealia's hospital
What: It's a hospital episode.
Rating/Warning: Probably nothing drastic beyond references to injuries and painkillers?

[Rock Lee had fought bravely during the night of Santa's spree of destruction. But he pushed himself far enough that there were repreccussions to be paid afterwards, in a hospital room. His right arm had been stabbed by a reindeer's antler, one leg was broken, and he pretty much amassed a variety of other injuries around his body- there's even some bandages on his face. Plus he'd opened some of his chakra gates, so that caused some of his injuries to be worsened.

It's essentially enough for him to have to be confined to a hospital room for a few days while still being able to force himself to try to do things.]

A.

[You might walk in just as Rock Lee is trying to slip out of bed. He can be on the floor, trying one-handed push-ups, or perhaps even making himself do sit-ups. He may alternately be trying to get the window open.]

B.

[Or you can find him when he's actually managing to stay in the bed. It looks like he may have been given some painkillers and is a bit giddy. Most likely, he'll be surfing the internet on the CereVice and finding things to giggle at.]

There are so many kittens...

C.

[Or you can find him in a drowsier state, trying to type out instructions for his martial arts students one-handed on the CereVice.]

I... hope that everyone was alright...

D.

[Wild card?! Just walk into his hospital room and see what happens!]

Comments

another a for your a pile

[harepiece]

[Oz is outside of the hospital today, but just happens to be passing along at the same time that Lee is making his DARING WINDOW ESCAPE. The familiarity of his shiny coconut head is enough to draw Oz's attention, first, and he raises a hand in greeting while trotting his way over.]

Oh - good morning! What are you-- [HM... This is a hospital, though. ...And those are bandages??] Wait a second— are you staging a break-out?!

[GET BACK IN THERE, LEE, no open windows for you.]

dat a

[niceguypose]

[Rock Lee pauses in the middle of trying to get through the window and smiles as he faces Oz.]

Ah... Oz-kun!! I... I would not call this a breakout! This is only a youthly... seeking of fresh air!!

[harepiece]

[A very crafty excuse... CRAFTY INDEED.]

Oh! In that case, shouldn't you call a nurse to prop the window open for you? You don't look like you should be out of bed...

[niceguypose]

Er... I do not wish to trouble someone else! And I am sure that I could use the exercise...

[harepiece]

I think that the last thing a patient is supposed to get is exercise... [Now that he's getting a closer look, actually-]

Is your leg broken? [Why is he out of bed

[niceguypose]

Yes... One leg is considered to be broken! [He rubs at his head sheepishly.]
...

...

...But there is nothing to worry about!

[harepiece]

["Considered to be broken". He's just giving Lee a look now, caught somewhere between amused and why though.]

Isn't there a lot to worry about if you've broken a bone? You need to rest or it won't set properly! You need to build up your calcium again, too!

[niceguypose]

But... I would like to find time to exercise, too! Please don't worry, Oz-kun, everything will properly settle in the end!

[harepiece]

Couldn't you do exercises from your bed? Like... [LIKE WHAT. He doesn't even know good regular exercises, let alone ones that would be good for injured people?!]

...Crunches, maybe? [no]

[niceguypose]

Crunches?! Yes!! I'll do 500 right now! [He tosses himself right onto his bed and winces as he starts going through super-fast crunches.]

[harepiece]

[oh god LEE'S GONNA DIE AND IT'LL BE HIS FAULT.]

Wait—! Slow crunches!! Slow ones! Don't do 500 or you'll end up needing a stomach cast too!

[niceguypose]

A- a stomach cast?! I do not want another cast... but what if my stomach is strengthened instead?!

[harepiece]

It might not be! You'd be taking a big risk...! Besides, you would probably lose any training progress you made because your body would use up that extra strength to heal!

[In what universe do things work like that.]

[niceguypose]

Ah...! I do not want this to happen! But there has to be some other way...!

...!

I've got it! What if a good friend of mine... Does this exercise for me? It won't feel like a waste if someone else is becoming stronger instead, a comrade of my heart! Please do these 500 crunches, Oz-kun!!

[There is the price of your kindness.]

[harepiece]

[wh... WHY. Rock Lee is secretly the one trying to kill him instead... A covert assassination drawn out over a long period of time he sees how it is.]

I'm not sure that exercise works like that... [But... BUT--]

Would it make you feel better, though?

[niceguypose]

[You know too much.]

It would! My heart would soar! We are connected by a spirit of youthful friendship... so I am sure that I will be enriched by you doing this exercise!!

[harepiece]

[Ah, the things he does for his friends.]

How many was it again? One hundred...? [He's trying to cheat and even his cheating number is too much for him.]

[niceguypose]

[He shakes his head with an innocent smile.]

Actually, it was 500! A low number, but I am sure that you will get a spirited workout out of it!

[harepiece]

[A LOW NUMBER.]

...I should probably do them out in the courtyard so I don't disturb any of the patients!

[niceguypose]

Are you sure? I believe that most of them will be inspired and revived by your hard work and your sweat! I am certain that it will help me to feel better, Oz-kun...

[harepiece]

I think it might just tire people out if they have to look at something like that...

[niceguypose]

Are you sure it won't get their hearts pumping?!

[harepiece]

I have a strong feeling that it wouldn't! A really strong feeling.

[It's the feeling that's also telling him he's about to die. HE'LL TRY TO COME UP WITH A GOOD DISTRACTION--]

Oh... How did you end up here, anyway? Were you out in the snow?

[On a marginally more serious note, which reflects in the mild concern of his expression.]

[niceguypose]

But I have a very strong feeling that it would! I feel it in my guts...

...You are right that I was out in the snow! But that is not when I was injured. It was in the mall, where I fought all of the enemies there, until I could no longer move.

[harepiece]

[GENTLY STEPS AROUND the talk about gut feelings, they can just save that for another day.]

That's... a lot of fighting. [Rock Lee don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life Rock Lee...]

I'm glad that you made it here, in that case. How long do you think you'll be held under hospital care?