Treating the injured

Tzura winces at the sickening crack and scream of agony from a younger shinobi as he pops his shoulder back into place. He was roughed up by a few of the older students after refusing the pay them for 'protection'. It disgusts him how people act these days, "You should be more careful..." He mutters quietly, "It could have been much worse for you."

The younger one nods and wipes the tears from his eyes before thanking his healer and leaving, but he stops at the door to ask, "Why do you have three forehead protectors." to which Tzura replies, "The earth is for my mother, the sand is for my father, and the mist is for the one who took me in..."

Gaara had been walking the throughout the hospital. Suna and Kiri had just signed peace treatys so he was looking around there village. He was amazed at the ruthlessness of some of them. He earlier met a man who cut his own arm off. Gaara was unsure why and some part of him told him it was better not to know. He heard the screams from that room. He stands by the door window looking in and watchng.

Tzura coughs lightly into the inside of his arm and notices someone standing at the door, who is is, he has no idea, "You can come in now..." He says while washing his hands, "The seat is open and cleaned now."

Gaara opened the door. He remained quiet and just stared at him for a moment. " What is with all of the gruesome injurys here... " Gaara asked him. It was true this place looked more like death row rather than a hospital.

Tzura scans the injured for a second and says, "It's a hospital for warriors and the sick... Would you expect anything less than this?" He shakes his head and slides on his gloves before turning to look at the newcomer, "Now if you're re-..." He cuts himself off mid sentence and a single bead of sweat rolls from his forehead, "Gaara..."

" Hmm , you have heard of me have you... " Gaara says his light blue eyes stare into his. He was wondering how famous or imfamous he really he is. He only signed the treaty with Krir mabey a week ago and already they heard of him. Gaara presumes he heard of him before the treaty mabey it was from when he was Younger or by being the kazekage.

Tzura nods curtly and his fists clench, "Y-yeah... I know you. I grew up with you, actually." He says, "We were both in the sand. My father was disgraced after the failed attack on the leaf, and well... It doesn't matter anymore. But you must be here for something other than chit chat right?"

" Actually I am just looking around I recently aigned a peace treaty with Kirigakure here... " Gaara replied to him. So this was someone from his childhood. He is glad that Shukaku is gone now. If he was still in him he would have such a strong impulse to murder him right were he stood for what they did but he was gone. Gaara was no longer a ruthless killer and he came to terms with what happened back then.

He nods once again and waves a hand, "Sorry to cut this conversation short, but there are more pressing matters at hand here. If you want to help, so be it... But if not you'll need to leave. I can't afford to get too distracted here."

" Why not ill help since the mizukage is busy until later this evening. " Gaara told him. He closed his arms together " So what do I do? " Gaara asked him.

He points to the sink and says, "Go over there and wash your hands thoroughly and then put on some gloves... Once you're done there you take one half of the room and I'll take the other half. We need to see how many are dead or beyond saving, and how many are still alive and have a chance."