[ Uh-huh, god of shinobi; you got that right~ Also, what kind of a Hashirama would he be if it wasn't instinct to locate a Madara? ]

Nope! Not yet, you don't. I was merely stating the obvious. [ Er-- ] For science!

You don't sound too fond of pestilence yourself. But it's always been somewhat tricky to tell with you, Madara, since you're expressions are limited to whatever's in between 'vaguely annoyed' to 'killing you this instant'.

[ But he does eventually walk over to the bed and sit in it, turning halfway to look at his 'patient'. Now, however, Hashirama's expression turns serious. ]

Let me see your arms.