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Ino woke up Wednesday morning feeling like someone had stabbed a kunai through her temples. Sitting up took more effort than it should’ve and to make things worse her back was itchy and she couldn’t seem to get warm. There was no point in denying that she was sick, that was obvious, but it irritated her all the same. She’d been fine last night.
Gritting her teeth, Ino managed to get out of bed and stumbled over to her door. She doubted that she’d make it to the Town Hall under her own power but across the hall would be doable, right?
It was. Eventually. There was something to be said for being stubborn.
She knocked weakly on his door. Then closed her eyes, the light was making her head worse, and leaned against the door shivering all the while. Kabuto would be able to make her feel better, right?
[For Kabuto! Heee.]
Gritting her teeth, Ino managed to get out of bed and stumbled over to her door. She doubted that she’d make it to the Town Hall under her own power but across the hall would be doable, right?
It was. Eventually. There was something to be said for being stubborn.
She knocked weakly on his door. Then closed her eyes, the light was making her head worse, and leaned against the door shivering all the while. Kabuto would be able to make her feel better, right?
[For Kabuto! Heee.]
