Okay, so this is because I haven't posted anything in a long time. It was written at school when I was out of work, but I have more now, so it might be a while before anything else.
The bold bits are what Sasuke is doing. The normal font is a different character each time. The italics are Sasuke's thoughts.
Written for Obsessive, because she writes the most kickass naruto fics known to man.
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Hospital beds lined the walls, the smell of anaesthetic filling his head as he tried to force back the tears that threatened to stream down his cheeks and betray his feelings to the world.
How could it have happened?
Sakura sat near by, her head in her hands, shoulders shaking from the pain and guilt that racked her body.
He wasn't meant to be there.
He reached out a pale hand, brushing aside the stray strand of blonde that sat out of place on the boy's forehead.
Why did he put himself in danger like that?
Kakashi stood by the door, sad smile hidden by his mask. His eyes were full of sorrow. Even he regretted events that were out of his control.
How did he know where we'd be?
The shaky hand fell back to his side, clutching the fabric of his shorts tightly, knuckles growing even whiter still.
I should've been able to stop it.
Out in the corridor, they could hear the murmured voices of the nurses, explaining to Tsunade just how her little brat had gotten so destroyed.
It should've been me.
He heaved a sigh, knees beginning to give way beneath him as his eyes searched the bloodied face for some kind of sign, some kind of confirmation that he was still alive.
What possessed him to take the hit?
Heavy footsteps could be heard out on the pavement, even Shikamaru running to get to the hospital, to see if it was true, if the blonde had really been that badly hurt.
Why did I freeze up like that?
He lowered himself into the seat next to the bed, hands resting lightly on his knees, dark eyes never leaving the body in front of him.
I should've been the one to save him, not the other way around.
Voices were gathering below the window, the sobs of Hinata drifting skyward as she lent on her older cousins shoulder, crying out her fear.
Maybe I'm not good enough.
His hands slowly began to shake, and he dug his fingers into the material of his shorts, trying to keep them steady, so no one could see he was hurting.
I'm not good enough to save him. Maybe I never have been.
Word had been sent to the country of sand, informing the kazekage of what had happened. Gaara was shocked to say the least. He quickly made the arrangements to get himself to Konoha.
Maybe I should just leave.
His nails broke through the skin, drawing a tiny sliver of blood. He could feel his composure breaking, grief threatening to spill forth.
He deserves better than this.
Lessons at the academy had been cancelled, Iruka desperate to check on the broken blonde in the hospital bed.
I'll leave before he wakes up, before I have the chance to change my mind.
He clenched his hands into fists and forced himself to get to his feet. None of the others in the room made a move to see what was happening. He stumbled to the door with out a backward glance.
I'm so sorry Dobe.
Outside, the heavens gave way, showering the world in tears, crying for the fallen ninja. Other than the cries and thud of water hitting the ground, all was silent.
Please, forgive me.
He headed down the hall almost mechanically, thoughts still solely for the boy in the hospital bed. No one made any comment when he passed them, dazed eyes and shaking hands.
I won't be there when you wake up, but please, wake up all the same.
