For: anonymous (BTW, I totally had fun with this prompt)

Prompt: "I was going to buy you more."/"Thank God the idiot heals fast."

Pairing: SasuSaku

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto.

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OF ASPIRIN AND HANGOVERS

The bed was warm.

That was Sakura's first thought as she slowly woke up, lazily stretching under the warmth of the covers and shrinking back from the chill of the room when she tried to slip out of bed. She gave up trying to get up, and instead pressed her face even deeper into the dark blue pillow, breathing in the light, clean smell of mint and dark evergreen.

Wait.

Blue pillow? Mint?

EVERGREEN?

…Well…

Damn.

Sakura huffed out a long sigh. "…Again?" she asked resignedly, raising her head off the pillow and speaking to the only other person in the bedroom. She groaned, rolling onto her stomach, making sure that none of her was exposed to the cold air outside the blankets. "I can't believe it…"

She was answered by the sound of typing on a laptop and the familiar scritch-scratching of a pen from a few feet away. Then a few seconds later the person sighed, and even though she couldn't see him, she could imagine him rolling his eyes. "Yes, again, Sakura."

She buried her face in the pillow again. "How many times does this make?" she asked, her voice muffled.

She heard him set down his pen, push his chair back, and walk over until he was standing by the side of the bed to study her. She could feel him radiating disapproval. "Guess." He sounded annoyed.

She lifted her head from the pillow, her arms wrapped around it comfortably, squishing it out of shape. "Fifth time this week…?" she answered dubiously, looking at him. "At least, that's if you count the party I was actually still awake at when you got there—"

He cut her off. "How's the headache?"

Sakura dropped her head back down, closing her eyes. "Not too bad. Not yet."

"You going to overdose on aspirin again?"

"I wasn't… planning to," she muttered darkly. "And shut up. I don't overdose on aspirin."

"Hypocrite."

She leveled herself up on her elbows and sat up, glaring at him. He glared right back. "Come on, Sasuke! I'm a doctor! What kind of doctor overdoses on their own medicine?"

"You do, apparently." He gestured toward the bathroom across the room. "You've used up all my aspirin." Then he smirked at her. "Not even Naruto eats… everything."

She scowled. "I was going to buy you more."

He crossed his arms silently.

"…What time is it?" she asked, tentatively swinging her legs out from the covers and grimacing as the icy air attacked her bare legs. She glanced out the window and frowned; it was dark outside. The darkness plus the chill meant… "Sasuke, why in the world are you up so early?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes and went back to his desk, waking up his laptop as he sat down. "It's not early, Sakura."

She froze, her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach. "It's not?"

He picked up his pen and fingered it for a moment before shooting her a glance. "Hardly. Check the clock."

She did, and instantly groaned.

It was six o'clock.

PM.

…So she'd missed school, then. Again.

"SASUKE, WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP?"

Her fury failed to elicit any emotion from him. "I know better than to wake you up from a hangover, Sakura."

She stormed out of bed and stood in front of him, hands on her hips. The shorts and blouse she'd worn to the party last night (AND to sleep, since she was still in them and could only suppose that Sasuke had dumped her on his bed and simply left her there—as was his norm for dealing with a passed-out, drunken Sakura) were wrinkled, and that pissed her off.

The way Sasuke was looking at her like he didn't even care was pissing her off.

The cold was pissing her off.

Her building headache was pissing her off.

The fact that she'd have to call in sick for work at the hospital and explain her absence to Konoha University for the day was pissing her off.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped at him, losing it. "'I know better than to wake you up from a hangover?'"

Sasuke looked irritated that he couldn't get any work done with a seriously-pissed Sakura raring for a fight. "I have a paper due tomorrow, Sakura," he said. "Can we talk about this later?" His eyes flashed. "Or do you have another dorm party that you need to go to, where you're going to get drunk—again—and get so plastered that one of your friends has to call me to come get you, in words so slurred by alcohol that I can barely understand what they're saying?"

Sakura wanted to pull her hair out in frustration. But everything he'd said was true, so she said nothing and fumed in silence.

Sasuke was emanating cold fury now. "And you ask why I didn't wake you up? I didn't because I know what happens when someone does."

She screamed inwardly. "What?"

He stood suddenly, towering head and shoulders over her. She almost took a step back. "The first time you got drunk at a party, Naruto was with you." His eyes darkened furiously. "I'd told him specifically to keep an eye on you, and he watched you get tipsy and crash and burn on the couch, and then you know what that idiot did? He encouraged it. He even drank with you."

"It wasn't Naruto's fault!"

His eyes burned red. "No, it wasn't, for once. It was yours."

Sakura stiffened indignantly. "Sasuke!"

"Let me finish. You have to stop drinking, Sakura!" He looked like he was trying to keep from getting too angry, his teeth gritted as he forced out the words and forced down his Sharingan. "Are you listening to me? I can't always come get you." His jaw was tense.

"Then just ask Naruto to come and drop me off at my dorm. It's not like I've asked you to come pick me up when I'm plastered and take me to your place overnight because it's closer than mine!"

Sasuke's eyes snapped open angrily. "You think I haven't tried that? I have. You know I have. And do you know what happened the first and last time I made Naruto take you home?"

She didn't answer.

"Miraculously, the moron somehow managed to get you in his car and into your own bed, but then he tried to wake you up to ask if you had any ramen—and then you unconsciously reacted and hit him halfway across the room!"

Sakura scowled at that and remarked sarcastically, "I'd like to remind the court that I wasn't awake at the time."

"I had to take him to the hospital, Sakura," growled Sasuke. "...Thank God the idiot heals fast."

a/n: ...I'm sorry if that ended weird. I couldn't think of anything else...

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