In this case, Mukuro’s distaste for hospitals works in both their favor. With his master’s warmth so close by, Chikusa finally succumbs to brief naps as they drive through the countryside. His body, even for the modifications that the Estraneo did, is still human. Perhaps the closest to human out of all three of their group. His body needs its rest, and this is the safest he’s felt in days. When the car finally comes to a stop and the door opens, however, he’s immediately awake again. Perhaps not entirely alert, but awake, wary. A portion of it eases away when he sees the set up.

This is fine. He can deal with this.

Chikusa’s body is stripped nearly bare for the doctor to survey the damage. Besides the obvious, there are things that clothing hid: bruises, scrapes, shallow scratches from a body that’s been tossed around like a ragdoll. As it turns out, it’s a little difficult to tell the extent of the problems when the injured party in question has a distant relationship with their own body in multiple ways. That means taking care of the obvious first, and the doctor looks up from where she’s been inspecting his broken knees.

“I think I’m going to have to open his legs up first before using sun flames. The bone might not heal right otherwise without being set into place.”