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He was sitting at a bar, and was on his second drink. He wore a black jacket, and his duck butt-colored hair hung limply down to below his shoulders.
Two girls came up to him there, both looking as though they had decided to go for 'whore' instead of kunoichi.
"Hey, guy, are you up for some fun?" They both draped themselves over opposite shoulders.
"Get away from me," he mumbled.
"Hmm? What was that?" the other woman asked.
"I said, get away from me," he said, a bit louder.
"No, you look like you need some cheering up!" The first girl leaned in close to Sasuke's cheek, about to kiss him.
"Get away from me!" he bellowed and slung them from him and into a table on the opposite wall of the bar.
The room got quiet, and Sasuke, breathing deeply as if from a bad fight, could feel the stares.
"Sir, we aren't looking for trouble here," the bar tender said coolly.
"I wasn't, either," Sasuke mumbled under his breath as he went to the door to exit the bar.
Two steps from the door, he paused. Everyone kept their eyes on him. His knees bent, and he fell to the ground with a loud thud.
After a moment where the only sound was Sasuke's breathing, he broke out into spasms. All of the other customers leaned away from him. He was thrashing on the ground, wailing.
"This could be problematic," said the bar tender, and leaned out the window to call for someone to bring the medic ninjas.
Sasuke awoke in a white room with nothing but white sheets around him. He let out a moan, just to get someone's attention. A female in a white medic's uniform came in.
"You're awake! That's handy. We were starting to think we would have to dump you outside without you waking up."
"How long have I been here?" His voice sounded gruffer than normal to his ears.
"Only about 9 hours, actually. They brought you here from that bar. Said you were having spasms," she stated calmly as she went around checking monitors.
"I was having spasms. Is that all they told you?" he asked.
"They said you were moaning out gibberish and that the only thing they could understand were the words 'Orochimaru,' 'mind,' and 'rape.' Were you hurt some time recently sir?" She flipped through her notebook as she asked.
"No. How soon can I leave?" he asked, leaning up in bed. The sheet fell from him, displaying his torso.
The nurse blushed and turned away from his pale skin. "Maybe this afternoon, if nothing seems wrong with you at that time."
Sasuke snorted with irritation.
The nurse turned her head to see if he was presentable. The sheet was still by his waist, and he was stretching casually. "Sir, I need to leave you now to attend to some of the other patients."
"Whatever," he said, and lied back into the bed. The nurse left him to his little white cubicle.
"God, this is annoying," he said to himself as he lay in the bed with his hand behind his head. "But being back in Konoha could be interesting." He flipped onto his side and fell asleep.
The patient on his right peeked out from behind her while cloth separator. "I thought that voice was familiar," Sakura whispered. "Naruto should be interested."