Author's Note: Glad to see everyone enjoyed the last chapter! I wasn't sure how it would be taken, so yeah! Thanks for all the reviews, you guys seriously rock! ^_^ Here's a little B chapter about what happened between Guy finding Hiroshi and Hiroshi waking up. Even though this story is done (minus editing, which takes forever), I'm not sure how regular my posting will be because I'm starting an internship next week, so we'll see. Other than that warning, enjoy!
Chapter 4.b
"Lady Tsunade!" Guy Sensei shouted as he dashed into her office, where she was half asleep. She blinked awake, preparing to yell at him, until she saw what he was holding. Cradled in his arms was the body of Hiroshi Hayashi Hatake, waterlogged, shivering, and as pale as death. "You have to help him."
She took him from Guy and disappeared into one of the rooms at the hospital, Guy following behind her. She pulled off his vest and shirt quickly, pressing her head against his chest, searching for any sort of pulse while Guy told her what happened.
"Go get Sakura," she demanded. "And be quick!" Guy ran as fast as he could to Sakura's apartment, practically destroying her door from banging on it so hard. She scurried over and opened it, about to bitch him out, until she saw the look on his face.
"Lady Tsunade said to get you. Hiroshi's hurt and she needs your help," Guy said quickly, tears welling up in his eyes. Sakura didn't hurry, assuming that Guy was being overdramatic. She regretted that as soon as she made it to Lady Tsunade.
Meanwhile, Guy knew he shouldn't get in their way, but he had to tell someone, anyone about what happened.
"Yo, Guy Sensei? Are you crying?" Naruto asked as he approached the jonin.
"Naruto! It's terrible! Hiroshi is dying!" he wept, grabbing onto the genin for comfort. Naruto thought the same thing as Sakura, that Guy was being overdramatic.
"Did he get a splinter or something?" Naruto joked, but it only made Guy cry harder. "Guy Sensei, don't you think you're being stupid? I'm sure he's fine."
"He is most definitely not fine!" Guy blubbered. Naruto rolled his eyes and pushed Guy off of him.
"I'll go check for myself then," Naruto said, running over to the hospital, and letting himself in. As soon as he felt the tension in the air, he realized Guy wasn't being stupid. He walked in the direction of the stress, able to walk through the hospital with no problems and slid the door of the room slightly open. He saw Tsunade and Sakura, hands glowing, pumping Hiroshi's chest. He froze, unsure what to do, but then realized Kakashi Sensei wasn't there. Did he know what was going on? The genin dashed out of the building and towards Kakashi's apartment.
"Kakashi Sensei!" Naruto yelled, banging on the door. Kakashi leaped out of his skin, realizing that he fell asleep reading, which was embarrassing. He'd planned on staying up all night, in case something bad happened. Suddenly, he had the sinking suspicion that something did. He threw open the door to a pale faced Naruto.
"What's wrong?" he asked, closing his apartment door and stepping outside with Naruto.
"Hiroshi… I don't know what happened, but he's really messed up," Naruto said quickly. Kakashi's stomach plummeted as he forced himself to move and ran with Naruto. They both stopped at the door to the emergency room, where he could hear Tsunade yelling at Sakura.
"You can't be running low on chakra!" she screamed, not mad at Sakura, but just frustrated. Kakashi let himself in, closing his eyes because he didn't want to know what was happening.
"You can use mine," he said, eyes still closed. He realized he'd have to walk over to them, so he opened his eyes and saw his son, causing his heart to break in half. Hiroshi was as white as the sheets he laid on, his lips dark purple, but his face peaceful. Tsunade and Sakura both had their hands on his chest, using chakra to try and move his blood in an attempt to kick start his organs as well as doing reparative work and pushing the water out of his lungs. Kakashi forced himself to walk over and place his hand on Sakura's, transferring his chakra. Naruto let himself inside, and grabbed a chair for Kakashi, realizing that his knees were knocking as if he were about to fall over. He sat down, using all of his willpower to focus on giving Sakura chakra and not crying.
That was hard, not only because of the scene in front of him, but because Sakura herself was crying as she pushed more and more chakra through him. Come on. Come on. Kakashi thought, wishing he could turn back the clock. He remembered the conversation they had before Hiroshi left, more likely than not, the last conversation they'll ever have.
Hiroshi was finishing getting ready, tying his headband tightly and packing some last minute weapons. Kakashi was pretending not to care, sitting on his bed and reading a book.
"Be careful," Kakashi said, putting his book down.
"I will," Hiroshi said with a little more attitude than usual.
"No need to get pissy," Kakashi said back.
"I'm not. I just wish you'd trust me for once," Hiroshi grumbled as he put on his sandals.
"I would if I thought you could handle this, but you can't Hiroshi," Kakashi reasoned.
"You went on harder missions when you were my age," he said, the argument he always used.
"You aren't me," Kakashi said simply.
"You're right," he said angrily. "I'm not you. But, everyone in the village thinks I am."
"What do you mean?" he asked, not sure why Hiroshi was the one getting mad now.
"I mean, I have big shoes to fill dad! Everyone looks up to you and they're expecting me to be at least as good yet I can't throw a shuriken straight!" he yelled.
"Don't yell," Kakashi said sharply.
"I'm not yelling!" Hiroshi yelled back.
"Yes, you are," he said. Hiroshi clenched his fist.
"You know, sometimes I wish Mom was still around," he said under his breath.
"Me too. Then I wouldn't have to deal with you," Kakashi said, instantly regretting it. He saw Hiroshi flinch, as if he'd just slapped him across the face. "Hiroshi, I didn't mean-"
But he was gone, slamming the door behind him.
Kakashi could feel himself crying now, but he didn't care. His son was dying or dead and the last thing he ever said to him was that he didn't want him around. He pressed his hand into Sakura's tighter and put his other hand on Hiroshi's head. Please don't let him die. Not so young, and not like this.
