no more of it. Warning! Language suggested gay, boyxboy(SasuNaru) blood,
and yeah. Oh yeah, death is mentioned. So, enjoy!
I woke up in a dizzy spell. For some reason this place seemed
unfamiliar. Where am I? Oh, im in California, in my room, on my bed,
not in my busy appartment building in Chicago. The room was spinning
out of control and I couldn't focus on anything except for a wet
feeling on my hand. I look down, and see crimson smeered across my
hand. i couldn't register what it was, but it was the only thing
my eyes could currently focus on. My mind was fuzzy, and no thoughts
inhabited it. Appearently at some point in time a women walked in. She
was now at my bedside, staring. She looked mortified. I didn't
recognise her, or hear what she said to me before she left screaming
"Doctor! Doctor! Oh dear lord! DOCTOR!" Doctor. Doctor. I ran the word
through my mind but it didn't seem to register. Doctor. I couldn't feel
anything. Not the location where the wet crimson came from, or the fact
that I was bleeding from the ear. It was as if all nerves in my body
died. At that point, the room started to get darker. And darker. And
darker. Black began slowly encasing the room, everything was fading
into black, from the walls,and slowly, encase my body. I didn't feel
my head drop, or even notice I was losing conciousness. Nothing
registered. The last, faint thing I hear was a loud. "God no!" from
a mans voice this time. Was this man the 'doctor' the woman spoke of?
Then nothing.
Once again, I woke up in a dizzy spell. This time, I was in the exact same place as before, but I couldn't remember where I was. I felt lifeless. I still couldn't feel anything, hear anything or see anything. I didn't even notice the presence of the man sitting on the edge of my bed, watching me intently. It was at that point I could feel life leaving my body. Slowly, my heart's pace changed.
Babum....
Babum.......
Babum...........
Ba....bum...........
Ba............bum.......
Then nothing. My limbs felt heavy, I could feel my brain slowly shutting down. Almost as if it was mocking me. Then I could hear sirens they were faint, and so were the lights of the abulances. Appearently at some point the man must have dialed 911. Then, black.
I must say that if I could actually remember anything, the fact
that this was my third time waking up in a dizzy spell and lying on a
strange bed, I would've been severly annoyed. I was feeling better,
though my vision was back for the most part, my hearing was still
kinda off, and the nerves in my body were only partially responsive.
That same strange man was watching me. Watching me sleep. Creepy. Even
by then I still couldn't think straight, or hardly at all, but hey. A
thought in general was an improvement. "Awake are ya?" That voice
sounded familiar. "Ya gave us quite a scare ya did!" Why did that voice
sound so familiar? Itachi? No. Naruto? No. It wasn't any of them. But,
then who in the hell was this bastard? "I see the meds is a kickn in
she be, eh kid?" Kid. There were few people who called me that, and
even fewer with that accent. I recognize this guy now. Well, I can
remember how I know him. He's a co-worker at the hospital in Chicago.
I believe he's a surgeon, like me, but I think he's a plastic surgeon.
But where in hell was I? Why is my co-worker here? What's that god
damned obnoxious beeping? Wait, a heart monitor? Who's heartbeat was
that? It sounds like they lost a lot of blood, and like they just got
out of a coma. Wait. Im lying in a bed. A strange bed. That heart
monitor sounds like-. I looked over in the direction of the heart
monitor. I was right beside my bed. I looked at my right wrist, there
was an IV tube inserted. But that meant....! Oh god fucking dammnit! I
was in a hospital! A woman entered the room, she was familiar to me.
Another co-worker. She did mostly clinic duty as I recall. Which
surprises me since I can't remeber two days ago. She has long, blonde
hair a shimmering blonde, like gold almost. She had intellegent green
eyes and a body most women would kill for. She was kind, but never shy.
She kinda reminded me of my mom because of her personality, and Naruto
because of the hair. She seemed worried. Huh? Why is she looking at me?
Oh yeah. In the hospital, hooked up to a heart monitor. Im gonna kill
whoever sent me here when I get out. She walked over and sat on the
right side of my bed, and placed her hand on my forehead. She frowned,
and removed her hand, scribbling something down on a clipboard. A lot
of my co-workers were very parental with me. My male co-workers acted
like fathers to me, my female co-workers behaved very motherly to me.
Well, some of them. Others just stared and giggled when I looked at
them. Obnoxious. And kind of weird since my co-workers varyed in age
from 28-70. How the 70-year-old is still working I don't know. He's
like a pimp so I prefer not to question him. "Well, you have a slight
fever, but other than that we can't find anything wrong. Please come to
the clinic in a couple hours for a check-up." I nodded and she smiled
warmly as she and the man left the room. Well, this will be
interesting. She said check-up but she meant she wants to hear my
input. As I leaned back into the pillow, which I had rose from at some
point, I sighed. Hell. That's what they're gonna make of it.
It had been a couple hours so I decided to get dressed and head
down to the clinic. She was there waiting for me once I arrived. I
followed her into her office and sat on the stool, which was there for
the patients, as she instructed. Pretty much all she asked was what I
remembered form the other encounters, what it felt like, the state of
my brain, nerveous system, eyes, and hearing during these encounters.
She left the room saying she would go get a couple of forms to her
next patient and asked if I could wait a short moment while she fetched
them. Of course, I abliged. Then, that horrible feeling. A sharp pain
was now persisying in my back and wouln't cease. I brought my hand
around in an attempt to find the source of the pain but what I found
had indeed become familiar. Wet. Crimson. Blood. Shit. My vision began
fading again. My hearing fading as well. Another dammned dizzy spell
arose as well. I could feel my brain shutting down, its function slowly
fading. My heartbeat was also fading. My limbs grew heavy, and I lost
all feeling in my body. My sight vanished and I couldn't feel my body
hit the floor. The women I was speaking with earlier sure as hell heard
it though she rushed in asking if I was alright. She most likely looked
horrified, finding me on the floor, laying in an accumulating pool of
my own blood. My hearing is completely gone now to. She's screaming at
me not to go. Not to close my eyes as they close, my brain and heart
are silenced. Both stopped. Black was all there was now. Black.
I woke up in a strange bed yet again. But not the bed I was
expecting. Yes it was a hospital bed, but it was the bed the doctors
performed surgery on. I could feel the scalpel in my back. The had most
likely attemted to drug me with anestetic a while ago, after they
decided to perform surgery, but I was immune to it. I had been for a
good two years. It had always been Kabuto's favourite tool during
surgery or twisted experments. Fuck. I still hadn't killed that bastard
yet. Oh well, it can wait. One of the nurses noticed I was awake. Shit.
"Doctor! He's awake!" Her shriek was higher pitched than Sakura's. I
kinda wanted to punch her face in but decided against it. "Just continue
the surgery." The doctors and nurses seemed shocked by my words. Not the
best explanation, so I suppose I should explain myself a little better.
"The anestetic never took effect so just continue the surgery." More
shock. Luckily one of the doctors performing the surgery was my boss's
best friend who suggested we just finnish the surgery as planned so we
can find out what's wrong. Also one of the reasons I like him is
because everyone listens to him. Thank god. After a shit load of cuts,
and three scalpels per doctor, they stitched me up and sent me back to
the recovery wing in which I was placed in earlier. They had bandaged
up the stiching well so I could lay on my back. I was still awake all
through the surgery and afterwards. Not that someone could really fall
asleep with people cutting their back open and poking aroind with lights
and tweezers looking for something wrong. The surgery had lasted 4
hours. Mostly because they couldn't find anything wrong. I was awake
for a good 3 hours. Just how everybody wants to spend their Fridays.
After awhile I fell asleep. I wish I hadn't.
I woke up in the same bed I fell asleep in but what startled me
was the fact that there were 5 sets of 29-48 year-old eyes watching me.
Do they have some fetish with watching people sleep or something? They
seriously need to fix that. It's creepy enough when Itachi watches me
sleep, but this crossed the line of creepy. "You guys have a bad habit
of watching people sleep, ya know that." They all just smiled when I
spoke. "You guys on happy pills or something?" Now they looked happy
still, but confused at the same time. From behind me all I hear was
"Dude! You watch people while they're sleeping? That shit is freakn'
creepy! Do you have some weird fetish or something? 'Cause if you do,
this job would be a good choice, but it would be better to work at a
sleep clinic. There you could get out all your weird fetish dreams and
shit!" Once again, they all looked shocked. "Tori." Everyone looked at
me. "Yes?" She sounded like she knew what was coming. "What are you
doing here?" She seemed as though she hadn't thought of an excuse. "Me?
Oh, I was just checking up on the patients to--"I cut her off"Tori."
She sighed. "It was Naruto and Itachi's idea alright! I just wanted to
come in the ambulence!" Silence."Where are Naruto and Itachi?" Silence
once again. She didn't know. I sighed. They'd certainly hear about this.
"Kid, what does she mean?" The other doctors looked at me with worry in
their eyes."She means it was their idea to send me to a hospital." They
seemed shocked, although I knew why. "Why wouldn't they send you to a
hospital?" They almost looked like they were about to cry. "Because Im
not supposed to be in a hospital as a patient here." They looked hurt.
WTF? "What do you mean 'here'?" One women started crying. "I mean here
as in this counrty, as in any hospital but the one back home. Not just
this one." Most of them were crying now. "Huh? Why can't you come to a
hospital other than the one where you live in Japan?" I sighed. "In
case you haven't noticed im not exactly normal." A couple of them had
stopped crying. "What do you mean?" I hate explaining things. "I mean I
should be dead by now. The average human dies after they lose 4 pints of
blood. I've been losing 6-8 pints of blood in less than an hour for the
past several days. Doesn't that strike you as odd?" They looked
dumfounded. Appearently, it hadn't. One of the more emotional doctors
came over and latched himself onto me, still crying. "We were just so
glad that you were alive we didn't think of that!" He was starting to
disrupt the sitches' placement."Yes well, pulling out my stiches is
against that idea." He apologized and let go, walking over to stand with
the other doctors. "Well, either way the surgery was a success! You can
go home in 2 weeks!" The doctors left the room happily. 2 joyus weeks.
Of hell that is.
--------------2 weeks later!(cause im just mean like that!)-------------
I was walking fine after the first 3 days after my surgery, but
for some reason I still feel a little unsteady on my feet. Oh well, I
was being discharged today. They said they found the problem and fixed
it, but I know they couldn't find anything. That would be why I didn't
ask what caused it. Either way, when I see Itachi and Naruto, they're
sure as hell gonna fucking get it for sending me to a god dammned
hospital. They were aware of this, which would be why they started
sucking up to me when I got back. Not that it will work. The first thing
that happened when I walked in the door was Itachi latching onto me.
Not exactly the most comfortable thing after surgery on your back.
Naruto begged on his knees but they both got what was coming in the end.
Well, that's it I guess. End of story. Huh, Oh yeah. My name is Sasuke
Uchiha, or Uchiha Sasuke, whichever you prefer. It's still a mystery
of what caused all this, but it's one that only I, and my boyfriend
Naruto, are aware of. Life is cruel. Love is a bitch. Karma is never
on your side. But in the end, love is what keeps us living, through life
and through karma. It makes it all worth it.
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Okay! I like the length, I think it's one of my longest yet! Ok, when I
thought of this, and when I wrote this I was in the middle of a dizzy
spell, which was my insperation! Note: don't carry heavy things over
icy sidewalks, up icy stairs, and across the house, up way more stairs
and htrough ddoors when in a dizzy spell. My slogan is: I make mistakes
so you don't have to! Okay, babbling on. Yes, I shall finish my other
stories and this is a oneshot. Thanks for reading!
Author:Torad