Hatake

3

My eyes open and see daylight.

I stand up and stretch my tight muscles. Falling asleep while sitting gave me a horrible neck ache.

The man is still sleeping.

I chew on my lip. I don't really know what to do to help him. All I know is how to treat fevers and some first aid.

I pour water from my pitcher into a small bowl.

I walk back to the man and rest my hand on his forehead.

It feels a little warm.

I wring out my rag and then softly rub it across his skin.

I fold the blanket over and wipe the damp cloth on his chest too.

I carefully peek at the bandaged wounds. They don't look infected. Good.

My finger traces a tattoo on the outside of his upper arm.

Another symbol I don't know.

I rest my head on his chest to hear his breathing.

It sounds a little bit smoother. His heart beats at a normal pace.

I look at his hands. They are scarred, calloused, and bruised.

I leave him by the stove, adding another small log before leaving.

I take his clothes down to the nearby river. I scrub them again the best I can.

I then tie a line of twine and hang the clothes on it behind my cabin.

They should be dry by tomorrow.

I walk back into my house. Peering over at the man who is still unconscious. After watching his stomach rise and fall I relax and clean up the house. I set his all his tools and weapons on the table and his shoes on the chair. I undid the laces partially and stuffed some rags into them in an attempt to dry them out.

I spend the rest of the day watching over him.

I squish my stale bread into my pitiful amount of soup and try to think about anything else that I can do.

I can't have another person die so soon.

After I finish eating I rummage through his small bag to see if there is any identification.

I don't find any.

All I can find is the same symbol that's on his headband.

I'd be clear to anyone that I'm not from here when I can't even recognize the shinobi symbols.

He's not from my land that's for sure.

I turn to look at his sleeping face.

While he does have a large scar that goes down his eye, he doesn't look like those from before.

Something is different.

I sit cross legged next to him and fall asleep watching his breathing.