He was screaming; he had no clue what he was saying, or how he sounded, he couldn't hear, he just knew he was screaming. He couldn't feel his body, he'd been running for miles in the snow, with her in his arms. He didn't stop, he didn't slow down, she couldn't afford for him to. He could see the hospital in the distance, almost there, so close. He forced himself to run faster, faster, faster. His eyes fixated on the hospital, he had to hurry.
He couldn't feel anything but adrenaline, pushing him.
He reached the doors, and kicked them open, he couldn't slow down, he couldn't let a single moment slip through his finger tips.
The room broke out into a panic, Konoha hospital had never seen anything this bad.
They had to pry the girl from his arms, and onto a stretcher.
He refused to let go, the had to force his hands off the rails of the rolling bed.
Security pushed him into the waiting room, and closed the door behind him.
He watched through the windows on either door, ans their wheeled her away and eventually turned a corner.
The adrenaline was wearing off, his body was heavy. He was so tired, his body was so sore.
He looked down at himself, his chest and arms were covered in blood, her blood.
He wanted to vomit. He lifted his shaking hands to his face, they too were covered in her crimson life force.
He looked around the room franticly searching for a bathroom, he had to wash the stench of iron and gore from him.
He spotted the sign on a door across the room, along with the people that occupied the room that were staring at him.
He couldn't blame them, if he'd seen someone run into a hospital screaming incoherent things, carrying an unconscious girl, covered in blood.
He hurried to the bathroom, the sooner this horrible smell was off of him the better.
He opened every stall, then locked the door, he wanted to be alone.
The boy looked into the mirror.
He was crying, he was unaware that he was...actually crying. He raised his hands to wipe the tears away, then quickly pulled away remembering the blood.
He turned the cold water on, then placed his hands under the flow.
The water numbed his skin, and washed away the horrible red liquid.
Once his hands were clean he pushed the water further up onto his arms.
The water turned a crimson red.
His heart clenched at how much blood was on him, she'd lost more before he'd found her.
Had he been too late...Would she be able to...
He shook his head, pushing the thought to the back of his mind.
She would make it, She had to... he needed to..he needed...he just needed her to survive.
He looked down at his shirt. He couldn't deal with all the blood, he couldn't deal with being covered in her blood.
He pulled the piece of clothing over his head, being careful not to get any blood on his face.
The adrenaline was completely gone now. He could feel the hot tears streaming down his face.
They felt foreign, and wrong. He hadn't cried in years.
He pumped some soap on his shirt and threw it into the sink.
He the blood from his clothing with his hands.
He looked in the mirror, the blood had soaked through, onto his skin.
He got some toilet paper from the closet stall.
He wet it down and used it to wash the blood away.
He looked back up in the mirror, he couldn't believe the reflection was really him.
He hated the reflection before him.
If he had just...
If he only had went with her,
She wouldn't be here.
This was his fault, there was no way out of it, no way to escape the guilt. No way to escape the burning pounding pain in his chest. There was no way he could save her, He didn't save her.
It was all his fault/
Sasuke Uchiha sat down in the bathroom floor and cried.