A deep voice whispers something to him he can't quite understand.
Naruto vaguely remembers being lifted up by the other's solid body, poor vision only allowing him to see a glimpse of a pale jaw, framed by inky strands of soaked hair. He's thankful this guy's got some muscle mass, otherwise it'd be nearly impossible to carry his body through large areas of mud and torrential rain.
The next thing he recalls, is his back hitting a surface that is, finally, not wet. He must be drifting in and out of awareness, as he only briefly feels clothes being tugged off of him, leaving his clammy body exposed to cold air. His body is desperate for warmth, muscles contracting and twitching to generate it. The man leaves him then, padding away to rummage through what sounds like cabinets opening and closing.
Rolling onto his side, he draws up his knees, wrapping arms around cold shins. Learning that this also impairs his already difficult task to breathe, Naruto slides his legs back down, returning himself to laying on his back. He can't get comfortable, laying flat like a board does about the same good as curling in on himself. He remains shivering violently when the man returns to him, covering him in a scratchy blanket. The man leans over the blonde to secure the covering over him completely. Through squinted eyes, he catches the others neck, adam's apple bobbing slightly. His vision moves down to the base of his neck, where the skin takes on a even lighter color, twisted lines of white—a distinct trait of chakra scarring.
Lips part in question and before he can croak out anything more, the other moves away, returning to his cabinets. He clutches the blanket like a lifeline and slowly, waves of trembling die down. The beginnings of real, true warmth come back to him and his eyes lazily close shut. Before he can truly drift off to sleep, chilled fingertips tip his chin up and the feel of a small plastic cup is brought to his lips. A liquid, thick with a chalky residue and sweet in a way only medicine can be, is poured in. The other interacts with him no more and he can finally fall asleep.
Naruto stirs, thanking God for antihistamine. Blinking his eyes open, the rest of his senses slowly return to him, albeit a bit slower than normal. He attributes this to the after effects of the medicine given to him prior. His neck is still a bit sore, a lingering ache and stiffness that pales in comparison to his earlier obstructed airways. Still tightly wrapped in the blanket, he sluggishly sits up and takes a good look at his current setting.
He's in a quaint log cabin, apparently. It is adorned with only basic items. Which is fine. This probably means where ever the other lives is most likely not in the middle of some bustling town. Naruto's actually quite embarrassed. The less people see him in this state, the better. Blue eyes roam around the room a bit more, before settling on the figure resting in a chair.
Head tipped over to the side and resting on one shoulder, the man is obviously asleep. Naruto doesn't mind. This gives him more time to survey the other. The lantern on his bedside table, the rooms only source of lighting can only reach so far, leaving the cabin owners face a bit obscured.
Slipping an arm from out of the covers, he reaches for the lantern. Naruto doesn't want to be rude but he'd feel a bit more comfortable if he could see a little more. Grabbing it, he brings it forward.
Naruto makes sure to blink his eyes clear. They must still be a bit blurry from sleep. Surely he's not seeing properly, because that looks like…
Surely not.
Has that flower also got hallucinogenic properties, because he must be out of his mind if the man sitting in the same room with him is-
"...Sasuke? "