(A/N: My first try at something not humor. Please tell me how I can improve.)
Sleepy dark eyes blinked into awareness.
The first thing they registered was white. Plain solid mass of white.
Then they saw the whirring machines. The sound was annoying.
He tried to block it out with his hands. It was then that the eyes saw the tubes attached to his arms and to the machines.
Sight and sound gave him this much information.
When the smell of the place reached his nose, he felt nauseated.
The smell of – he tried to remember what – anesthetic. And chlorine.
He was dimly aware that he was lying on a bed.
A hospital? Something moved. His eyes shifted and saw a woman wearing white.
The white was unbearable.
I hate white.
The thought startled him. That was a lot of distaste for a colour.
"Oh, you're awake! How do you feel?" the white woman said.
Instead of answering the question, he blinked.
Everything came into sharp focus and he jolted upright.
"You shouldn't move so suddenly! You could hurt yourself."
She immediately came to his side and tried to push him back onto the bed.
He struggled and told her to stop. But no sound came out.
She looked at him then, and his eyes would forever remember that look of pity, the look he scorned, the look that haunted him till the day he died.
"I'm sorry, the shock of the accident left you traumatized. You can't speak anymore."
His heart seized up.
Why?
Uchiha Obito, outcast and outsider. Exiled and alone. He couldn't speak anymore.
