PLEASE READ!!!!!!!!! ok so I don't know if I should have Kiba and Naruto hook up and have Sasuke play another role in the story or go with the original plan and have Naruto go with Sasuke. Please reveiw and tell me what you think would be better.
In other news this chapter is longer. I've been having to use the old and slow desk top because my laptop is no longer in session. Im in the process of getting a new one, but in the mean time I have been writing while I've been bored in class and then re-typing it into the computer. So....Please enjoy.
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The hospital had a funny smell to it that added more to the vibe of dred I was feeling. When we arrived, Shikamaru easily found a parking spot, which surprised me a little. Hospitals were supposed to be busy weren't they?
Kiba jumped out of the car almost immediately after we parked and yanked me out as well. The inside of the emergency room seemed just as deserted as the outside, but Kiba made quick work of that, yelling for someone and demanding for me to be looked at. A few nurses showed up and Kiba released his frustration on them, yelling for them to get a doctor. Both nurses were shocked, but ran away from him, even though he was maybe half their age. Kiba looked back at me and something suddenly clicked in my head. A feeling, a reaction, I don't know. Kiba walked towards me and reached out to take my shoulder and I reacted instinctively. The moment his fingertips grazed me I flinched, drastically, and almost huddled into a ball in my attempt to escape the touch. I could feel my friends' eyes on me but the feeling of fear was far too strong of an emotion and it overruled their worry. I pulled in a deep breath of air through my nose but my body wouldn't stop shaking.
"Naruto...", I heard Kiba say with loads of concern in his voice. I tried to look up at him but I couldn't do it. Old habits of avoiding people's gazes and shying away from people returned. Shikamaru then came up and grabbed my shoulders. I jerked, but he held on and was a bit to my side, his hands still on my shoulders and one arm going across my back lightly. I continued shaking but it made me feel better that he was trying to calm me down. Willing myself to move, I shifted my head to the side and tried to look at him, but it just wouldn't happen, I did manage however, a small, shaky smile. The breath I didn't realize I'd been holding, spilled out almost in a relieved fashion but I sucked the air right back in making a pitiful sound. Shika's hands squeezed my shoulders a bit while Choji and Kiba could only stare.
I could barely hear the footsteps over my own breathing and heartbeat, and Kiba turned quickly and started giving the doctor orders. I think it helped my condition knowing I had friends who cared about me there and were ready to protect me from anything. As much as it helped my mental state, my body couldn't keep up and I collapsed, the edges of my vision quickly turning black and spreading. "Naruto!" I heard my friends yell, but everything was already black.
I came to, to an almost stark white room. The bed I was laying in was stiff and itchy, smells of cleaning chemicals in my nose. I heard noises of people talking, and a voice over an intercom calling for Dr. So-and-so to report somewhere. The sound reminded me that I was in an actual hospital, my brain still being too fuzy to figure it out with the stench and feeling of the bed alone. Damnit, I can't belive I let them see me like that. In that vulnerable state, that paniced place of mind. I sat up slowly and simply looked at my lap. What the hell is wrong with me?
I couldn't help but think of Sasuke then. I knew it couldn't possibly be his fault, I mean I fought with him yeah, but this was a totally different matter. Still, I felt like I needed someone to blame, someone to put at fault, and I didn't really like Sasuke anyway so I thought for the moment, why not? Without realizing it, I spent all the rest of the time before my door opened thinking of Sasuke. I glanced at the bed-side table clock waiting for the person to fully enter my room and noticed I'd been up and just THINKING for the last hour and a half, and about Sasuke no less! I remember thinking that something really must be wrong with me if I had just spent all that time thinking about him.
In through the door walks Kiba, followed by a doctor, I thought it was strange that Kiba led the way into the room, but then of course he had probably gone into over-protective mode by now. He looked relieved to see me awake and sitting up, I thought to myself that me must have really been worried. Kiba walked to the bedside, "Hey," he said softly. "Hey," I said back, "You OK?" he asked. I thought for a moment then nodded. I was surprised by a smack to the back of my head and slowly reached up to rub at it, "Ow." Then Kiba exploded, "You idiot! Don't you ever scare me like that again!" I just looked at him, huffing and puffing, then looked to the doctor, hand still on my head. The doctor seemed shocked, probably by Kiba going from worried to pissed off in less than a milisecond. He blinked twice then seemed to recover and cleared his throat to get Kiba's attention, Kiba got the point and stepped back. It isn't good to go around hitting hospital patients.
"Hello, I am Doctor Koushiro. How are you feeling Mr. Uzumaki?" He had to look down to find a name to put to my face. "Better now than before." I answered simply, I didn't like how raspy my voice sounded.
"Can you tell me what happened?" He was trying to be nice, trying to do his job, but I didn't have an answer for him. "I don't know. I couldn't focus, and then I kind of blacked out for a little bit and... I don't know." I knew I probably shouldn't say anymore with Kiba around, but I needn't have bothered. "I see here you have a history of mental illness." The doctor said looking at his board, I could feel myself wince and flinch slightly. Kiba looked at me then the doctor, "You must have the wrong chart, that-" "No, its right." I stepped in over Kiba. He had sounded offended that anyone would accuse me of being crazy, and I was thankful, but the doctor was right. Kiba looked at me weirdly, his look was kind of hurt, I'm sure part of it was for me, and the other part was the sadness of me not telling him.
"Have you been taking your medication?" The doctor asked. "Yes," I said in an annoyed tone. If this doctor had to listen to HIM in his head, he would never miss a pill either, or use an accusing tone when asking someone about the meds to keep HIM at bay.
"Are you sure?" He asked looking at me as if my answer would change. "Nooo," I said sarcastically, "I've been playing the Mad Hatter all week!" Obviously I was getting angry, he was smart for ending the conversation there. "I see. Well, we'll try to get to the bottom of this, please rest until then." The doctor quickly left.
Kiba watched me a while before asking, "Why didn't you tell me?" I sighed, apparently I was right before. "It's not something I like to talk about Kiba." I said looking at my lap. The aversion didn't work. "I'm your best friend Naruto. You should tell me these things so I know whats going on when these kinds of things happen." I spun my head to look at him, "Excuse me? I just tolf that doctor my illness has nothing to do with this." I was angry. What right does he have, even as my friend, to think that he deserves to know everything about me? People have secrets, they have things they don't want others to know, not everyone is as open as Kiba! Or have less things to hide than Kiba.
He saw he made me mad, "Naruto," he sighed, "Naruto, look. I'm just worried about you OK?" I didn't yell or even reply, but I didn't like that answer either. I don't like that I made him worry, him or the others. That's right, where are the others?
I raised my head and looked around the room as if my other friends would magically appear. Kiba's look of worry increased for a second, not knowing what I was doing. "Where are the others?" I asked him. The question made him relax a bit, at least he knew I wasn't having an "issue" again.
"They went back to school. I told them I'd keep an eye on you, and call them if anything happened." Sometime during his explanation he raised his hands to go behind his head. 'That makes sense,' I thought, of course they would go back to school, we left sometime during lunch.
Just then a small fear creeped up on me. Kiba had found out a little about my past that I didn't want him to, who's to say the others couldn't? "You won't tell them, will you?" I asked Kiba quietly looking at my hands sitting on my lap. "What?" Kiba asked, he sounded confused. "You won't tell them," I paused, my voice didn't want to work right. Didn't want to go anywhere near as loud as I wanted it to, or sound as strong as I needed it to be. I took the biggest breath I could, which still didn't seem as deep as a normal intake of breath. "You won't tell them about my...problem will you?" I was so quiet by the end of the question it was getting near a whisper in volume. Kiba looked both surprised and pained at my pitiful question.
I hated my voice in that second. Hated every hushed tone it forced out, every quiver I didn't want, but still took place. My hands were now fists in my lap. "No," Kiba said almost as quietly as I had spoken, "No, I won't tell anyone." He said in a slightly stronger tone. "Thanks," but it came out a whisper. I smiled but it felt sad on my face and my vision was suddenly blurry, my eyes stung. "Naruto..." Kiba started, but he couldn't finish. Kiba stepped forward and sat on the bed next to me, he watched me for a second.
In the next moment I felt warm liquid slowly crawl its way down my cheek. My fists gripped tighter in an effort to keep the tears from falling, but it wasn't working and my body betrayed me as well and started shaking. "Naru-" Kiba whispered and then I was being hugged. It felt almost like a physical shock, how much warmer he was than me. It was clear he had never had to comfort someone before, but he was trying. I could smell the scent of each one of his dogs on him as I tried to stop the tears, my face pressed into his shoulder.
Then laughing, I heard HIS laughing. Oh no. No, no, no, no, please no. It filled my head and ears and my body seemed to shake harder with the vibrations coming from inside my head. Somewhere in the back of my brain I knew that it was actually my own fear making my body shake so badly. "Kiba." I said weakly into his shoulder. My voice actually did what I wanted this time and I got my feeling of fear across. Kiba tensed a second before starting to murmur in my ear, trying to make me feel better. He didn't know what was scaring me at that moment, I know. How could he? Even so, his voice gave me something to focus on and the last thing I remember is sitting beside him, leaning my body on him with my head on his shoulder while he held me and whispered into my ear to try and take the pain away.
PLEASE READ!!!!!!!!! ok so I don't know if I should have Kiba and Naruto hook up and have Sasuke play another role in the story or go with the original plan and have Naruto go with Sasuke. Please reveiw and tell me what you think would be better.
