Infected Waters I

SHIMIZU, KAWA

VIZARD

THE INVASION III

The absolute chaos within the hospital of the fourth may only been partially prepared to produce some form of organization with those coming in need for a quick fix only to fly off shortly after to return to a group. More and more healers were being requested on field; far more than they ever had since Kawa began as a mere scrub in the storage room. Many of the seated soldiers of the 4th, as well as their Vice Captain and Captain, had long since gone ahead to battle; half a team having been pulled from an out-of-division event activity while the more higher-ups were torn from whatever meeting they had to discuss this time this month. Kawa doubted it had anything to do with the sudden rush of patients filling her side of the hospital.

"Alright, get me a full list of who's here; I already know their occupation and skills; just shoot me their names. We need recon and support groups, STAT."

A lot of the Shinigami who had come in for only minor injuries were also requesting backup for the rest of their squad. Leaving any persons from the hospital at a time like this... well, quite frankly, this wasn't Kawa's fucking job. She didn't deal with this bullshit; the drama of the courts, hollow attacks and the sort were the responsibilities of so many other divisions. She never wanted to see that shit cross her desk, let alone fall flat onto her lap in sixteen-inch folders that nearly towered in double upon her door-permanently-opened no-longer-private-room.

VIZARD | ALMIGHTY-LEVEL-ALMIGHTY