It wasn't long before they reached the house. Rather than let Sasuke go fetch the makeshift ramp, he insisted that he could make it from there. Renji still helped him up the steps, though, with Sasuke following behind with a folded wheelchair.

"This is my room..." he ushered their guest inside.

He knew the doctor was taking it all in, getting a better picture of what life with this condition was like. Itachi sat on the bed, where he spent quite a bit of his time. (The drawing above it was too cute, though. Far too cute.)

The side-table was stacked with various jars of medicine - a cocktail of medicines Sakumo created to treat the disease and ease the various side effects each of them produced. There was an IV pole in the other corner, but it seemed the pills had replaced intravenous medicines in most cases. Most of his belongings were medical supplies, though he had a few scrolls, weapons, an assortment of new clothes, a dinosaur plushie in a nurse's outfit, etc.

"There's a chair by the window... if you'd like to sit down."