A month. A month for what was little more then a damn spat. Taro groaned in annoyance, though it wasn't at the Hyuuga. More so, it seemed to just be at the circumstances that surrounded it all, as he stared down at his leg.
"Damn. I guess I'll have to take a break then. Thanks for the help regardless, doc. At least it'll fix... The right way, I suppose." He slipped off the table, careful not to put any pressure on the injured leg, as he glanced around idly.
"If that's all though, I think I'll be going. I appreciate the help, again- Just..." He seemed annoyed at his injury. But that was fine. He'd get over it. Not many folk stayed angry forever.
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