"Nausea.. hm.. the best we can get here are ginger roots." he gives a light sigh. "You may not be aware, but our lands are hardly fertile, and some of our supplies depend heavily on merchant caravans." he gave a sudden, dry cough. "... we make do."

He had brought some other supplies with him and bit into his lip, fishing around his bag. "I believe I have some here.. Don't worry about repayment really. The most you can do is stay alive..."

Suddenly, the door was thrown off one of its hinges and a little black blur raced in.
Fresh tears were spilled upon the boy's face, features contorted in indescribable rage. No one was able to comprehend was he said as he charged towards the bed.

Thankfully, Renji caught the boy before he got there, but earned a kick to the gut for it. He remain curled up on the ground after a vicious kick to the head, then Madara was climbing the bed and swinging a swift kick at Itachi's ribs. "Why did you DO that!?" he cried out. "What did you do to my father!?"