Hatake✔️

2

The weather has changed.

I don't know how many days it's been but I'm starting to feel as if I'm being watched.

Maybe it's time to move again.

As I'm picking some herbs I feel raindrops.

Soon it's pouring down and I don't have any visibility.

Although I'm under the dark canopy of the trees my clothes are wet within a minute.

I trudge through the mud. My bare feet squishing and sinking into the ground with every step.

Thunder crashes and a shiver rattles through my body.

I feel someone's eyes on me. But where?

I glance around but the swaying trees all look like blurs.

I pick up my pace and hope I'm headed in the right direction.

After walking in the rain for over twenty minutes I'm completely lost.

My trail I follow is washed out and now night has fallen.

I still have that eerie feeling.

Once I know I'm back on the right track I smell something.

It quickly dissipates.

Something sweet. Not something that's from this forest.

I follow the wind and sprint as I see a large shape on the ground.

"No! No no." I say reaching another fallen shinobi.

I roll him over and bring my face down to hear if he's breathing. I pull down his mask.

It's wheezy and labored.

"Just hold on!" I say pulling his arm and slinging him over my shoulder.

He's heavy but I manage to carry him back to my cabin.

I set him on the floor. I rush and grab a blanket and lay it on the ground by the wood burning stove.

I then try to gently lift him onto the blanket.

I then grab a cloth and a bowl of clean water.

I start by taking his shoes and utility belt off.

I set them to the side and start wiping off the mud and try to find any injuries.

I then pull him forward and remove his clothes layers on his torso.

I find multiple wounds but nothing too deep.

I sigh in relief. And dump out the water and grab my small medical bag. I clean, sew, and dress the wounds.

Once he's stopped bleeding I go back to cleaning the mud off. I remove his pants, leaving his underwear on, and scrub the mud off. I then pull his stretchy mask up and off of his face. Setting it next to all the other things. I wipe his face and try to rinse some of the blood out of his silvery white hair.

Now that I can see his face he looks around twenties or maybe early thirties.

I sit next to him making sure he kept breathing for a few minutes.

After that I take his wet clothes and wash the mud out then drape them on two chairs.

I change into dry clothes and place some herbal tea into a pot on the stove to steep.

The exhaustion hits me all at once. I grab my only other blanket and cover the man up to the chin with it. I sit on the floor next to the man and let myself fall asleep.