I do not own Naruto, if I did I'd definitely be relaxing on a beach in the Med.
God, I feel unreal...
and I'm strapped to a bed.
I knew this because I could feel the district pressure of wrist and ankle bindings.
I despaired, they've taken me in, I've finally been sectioned
Chancing a glance, I opened my eyes and was promptly assaulted by bright hospital lights reflecting from clinically white walls.
'Okay, I've definitely been sectioned' I muttered, eyes watering. 'God my voice sounds rough, how long have I been out?'
Looking around, there wasn't much in the room, a few whirring machines and a small wooden table sat in the corner with some flowers sat atop, wilted, probably due to the lack of window.
They're letting my family in then, maybe it's not that bad
Mind you, there's no window and not even a card, maybe this was bad.
Looking down at the bindings I realised there was no way I was getting out of them, I wavered slightly, do they have bindings for kids?
Trying not to think about how messed up that was, it would explain the weird design sat over them, kinda squiggly, now that I squinted at it. An IV-line dripped god knows what into my arm and another machine was monitoring my heart. All pretty normal, apart from the last one, that seemed to have a big red ZERO flashing on the front of it.
Fuck, what had I done to give myself zero of… something?
Oddly the words on the machine weren't in English, glancing around I realised, actually, none of them are.
My wonderings about the machines stopped when the door opened and a nurse burst in.
What a relief, 'Thank god, can you tell me what's going on, is it my family, are they annoyed, can I speak to them please?' I said grimacing.
Silence…
She's gone very pale
Smiling sheepishly 'Are you okay, miss? Sorry, I'm just feeling slightly, y'know anxious, don't know what's going on…'.
Okay, this is weird, are her teeth…chattering?
I tensed and she flinched.
'Um hello, miss...' I said loudly, prompting her eyes to widen, body to shake and for her to bolt out of the room...
Maybe she wasn't expecting me to be up?
Optimism has never been my strong suit.
… or maybe she wasn't expecting me to be alive, how awkward.
Okay but can't blame her, I wasn't either.
Hunching back into the bed, I relaxed and rolled my head to glance up at the ceiling.
'What the fuck…' I murmured, whoever's room this had been before it was mine, they were clearly a Naruto fan. That's a poster of Orochimaru.
As I've said, optimism has never been my strong point, but my denial, now that's off the charts.
Yeah, just a poster of Orochimaru, in a hospital bed and its not moving and it's definitely not a mirror.
Definitely. Not.
After all, who puts a mirror on the ceiling.
It's fine, I'll just keep my eyes glued to the walls instead.
Minutes passed and…
'Holy fuck' I breathed.
I'm Orochimaru.
…
What a fucked up dream.
R&R, I didn't know how to end this or really how to write this, so I thought I'd mix up a classic bit of denial and an OC thinking they were dreaming. I mean honestly though if you'd been dying and this actually happened you'd think it was a dream before anything else, rightt? I'm writing realism darling.
Btw, the nurse had deffo thought Orochimaru was dead, but he was still hooked up to machines bc its Orochimaru they needed to be alerted if he brought himself back, as is his penchant.