[The PCD clatters onto the coffee table next to the couch, the video feed clicking on as it lands on its side. The view's angle confirms this. Sasuke - or parts of Sasuke, really - can be seen up close, signaling that he's mere feet from the PCD. He doesn't pay it any attention as, within seconds, he's collasped onto the couch, unmoving.
Although his face can't be seen, his shirt is still pretty damage, with signs of burn marks and cuts all over. What little of his arm that can be seen is completely covered in bandages, rugged, dirty, and torn from previous intensive training.
The feed continues playing this.]
[The audio is filled with very minimal background noise, and Sasuke doesn't appear to be moving anytime soon. Light from outside brightens the walls of the room briefly, and the front door closes from somewhere beyond the range of the PCD just before black and white clothing come to stand in front of the screen.]
[Neji leans down and taps Sasuke in an attempt to rouse him and recieiving no response, lifts an arm to examine it, then lets it's dead weight fall back down unsupported. He sighs and gently turns Sasuke over, then seeing once again that he doesn't stir, briefly considers something before reaching under him to lift him up off the couch.]
...Stubborn, Sasuke.
[He grunts as he stands, and shifts Sasuke's weight in his arms before heading somewhere off-screen further into the house. His footsteps fade, a door opens and closes a moment later, and Neji returns to pick up Sasuke's PCD. Another sigh as he realizes it started recording at some point]
...Haruno-san, when you have time, please come by and see Sasuke.
Thank you.
[He shakes his head and switches the device off]
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