He growled when he felt the burning of his wound in the abdomen from a mission. Your job as 'kakushi' was to treat injuries to the best of your ability, and that's what you were doing with the pillar of wind: Sanemi Shinazugawa. Sanemi was sitting on a stretcher; bandaged from his multiple wounds but he kept his gaze cold and emotionless. You, on the other hand, were kneeling between his legs treating his wound; a nice position.

“How much longer will you take down there?! I don’t have all fucking day!”