There are moments in life that can never be undone.
Hinata knows this better than most-she's had her fair share of them, after all. When she gets the call at work from Naruto's doctor that he needs to go in due to some of his recent test results, she can't quite shake the feeling that this may be one of those times.
Naruto shifts beside her, tapping his thighs, clearly wanting to be anywhere but here. She can't blame him-Naruto is alive in loud technicolor while the office is done up in cool hues and flat whites with inoffensive artwork along the walls. It's stifling for her, so she can only imagine how it is for him.
Across from them, his doctor taps some information into her tablet and glances up. "Your liver enzymes came back high."
The sentence is simple enough, but even so the words take a moment to register, and when they do Hinata wants some clarification. Actually, no; she doesn't-she really doesn't-because she knows where this is going...
She presses her palms over her suit pants, along the seam in an effort to settle her nerves. When that doesn't work she fidgets with the bracelet at her wrist-a nervous habit-but one that helps ground her. This isn't about her, she reminds herself-it's about Naruto-and no matter what comes next she will face it, because for him she would face anything. Taking a steadying breath, she asks: "What does that mean?"
"It means that we're going to have to try a different medication." Crisp and detached, the words come and Hinata wonders if the doctor even knows the impact of them. Despite knowing they were coming, Hinata can't help but feel them like a kick in the gut. Her breath hitches and she swallows the abrupt knot of dread in her throat.
She feels, rather than sees, Naruto stiffen-his tapping coming to a halt. He hates when she's upset. It doesn't matter how well she thinks she masks it-he always knows.
"I don't want a different one." Naruto finally says, his voice tight.
Hinata puts her hand on his knee, her thumb rubbing slow circles. She doesn't want him upset either-especially when she knows it's not about the medication and more about her involuntary reaction. "This medication has really been working well for him," she presses. "We've had a lot of trouble with them before. We thought this was the one." She can't help the wistfulness that creeps into her voice. They were making progress. This was the longest 'good streak' in awhile.
She had hoped that maybe there would be no more midnight bailouts, no more drunken fights, no more wild ideas and uncontrollable energy, no more fear that he would climb so high that the crash may just end him. That fear still chills her blood and keeps her awake more nights than she cares to count.
She knows it's not his fault. She has never held his condition against him. She loves him. Has loved him for so long… If anything his determination and grit has made her love him more. The fact that he gets up every day and tries makes her so proud. It doesn't matter to her that he only works part time, or that he doesn't clean the apartment or pay the bills. All that mattered was that he loved her and he was trying.
To get better.
To be better.
And they had been doing so good.
She is afraid for him. For what a switch could do. If it's what they have to do, she'll do it, but she wants it to be as smooth a transition as she can make it. So she makes sure the doctor understands where they've been before. She's turning down medicines he's been on, one's they can't afford, and some that just scare the shit out of her.
In her peripheral she sees Naruto's gaze wander to the wall, resuming his tapping. He's tuning the conversation out. She feels her throat tighten a bit because she wants him to care but she understands that somethings are just up to her to handle.
This is one of them, apparently.
She listens to the doctor list additional options.