Sick

by InNeverland

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Dang it.


Ino smiled as she walked down the streets of Konaha. She was heading towards Uchiha Sasuke—her boyfriend-'s house and holding a picnic basket full of delicious food. Today she had woken up and decided that she was going to have the perfect clichéd picnic lunch with him. Hopefully he wouldn't put up too much of a fight.

Finally she had arrived.

Knock, knock, knock.

She waited a few moments. Still no answer.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

Nothing.

"Maybe he's training...?" she thought.

She was about to head towards his usual training spot when the door opened. There stood the sickly-looking Uchiha.

"...Ino?"

"Sasuke?" exclaimed Ino, "You look terrible!"

"Hnn."

Ino put the basket down and felt his forehead.

"You're running a fever! Go lay down. I'll go get you a cold cloth to put on your forehead."

Sasuke opened his mouth to protest, but decided against it. He wasn't up for an argument today.

Slowly he ambled back into his bedroom and plopped back down on his bed. Ino put the food in his refrigerator, and made her way to his bathroom.

A few moments later, she walked into Sasuke's room.

"Here you go." she said soothingly as she put the cloth on his forehead. "Do you have a thermometer?"

"In the medicine cabinet." he mumbled.

"Which would be located...?"

"Bathroom."

Ino got back up and went back into the bathroom. After she finally found the thermometer, she made returned to Sasuke.

"Alright. Open wide."

Sasuke did as he was told for once, and Ino stuck the thermometer into his mouth. She sat on the side of his bed as she waited. Finally it beeped, and Ino pulled it out.

"102 degrees!"

Sasuke gave no reply.

"Maybe we should get you to the hospital-?"

"No."

"Sasuke, don't be such a baby."

Sasuke glared at her.

"It's just a bug." he muttered.

Ino studied him for a moment before replying.

"Fine. But I'm going to stay here until you get better. And if you get worse, then you are heading straight for the hosptial, got it?"

Sasuke opened his mouth to reply, but Ino cut him off.

"Don't even think about trying to talk me out of it."

Sasuke glared at her again and turned away from her.

"Why are all men such babies when they get sick?" Ino said, annoyed.

Sasuke made no reply.

Rolling her eyes, she asked, "Have you eaten yet today?"

"..."

Sasuke continued to ignore her.

Ino rolled her eyes again.

"Do you want me to fix you something?"

"I'll fix it myself." grumbled Sasuke.

"No, you don't! Just lay back, and I'll fix you some soup."

Sasuke turned around and looked sceptically at her.

Ino huffed and folded her arms.

"From a can." she replied.

Sasuke nodded.

Ino went back into the kitchen and looked to see Sasuke's varieties of soups.

Obviously he hadn't been grocery shopping recently.

"Mushroom soup? Gag me!" Ino muttered.

She continued to search, but to no avail. She walked back into Sasuke's room.

"You have absolutely nothing. I'm going to call Sakura and have her pick you up some good old fashioned chicken noodle soup. Okay?"

Sasuke opened his mouth, but was cut off.

"Good."

She turned and went to get the telephone.


"Thank you, Forehead. Yeah, yeah. 'Bye."

Ino hung up the reciever and proceeded back into Sasuke's room yet again. She sat down beside him.

"Do you want something else in the mean time--"

Sasuke's reply was to throw up on her shirt.

Ino cursed loudly and rushed to get a bucket for him.

"Here! Aim for this!" she shoved the bucket under his mouth.

As Sasuke continued to vomit, Ino held his hair back for him. She also had noticed that his temp. was still high, but it didn't feel quite as hot as before.

A few minutes later, Sasuke stopped throwing up, and he leaned back into his pillows.

"Are you feeling better?" asked Ino.

Sasuke nodded at her.

"Alright. Good."

Ino then stood up and tossed her puked-covered shirt off.

Sasuke eyes widened, and he raised an eyebrow at her. Ino rolled her eyes.

"Like you haven't seen this before. Now where's a clean shirt that I can use?"

Sasuke motioned towards his dresser.

"Just grab one." he muttered.

Ino complied. She grabbed one of his rare non-collared ones. As she put the shirt on, the doorbell rang.

"Oh, that's Sakura!" Ino ran off to open the door.

"Hey." she greeted the pink-haired kunoichi.

"Hey." replied Sakura, "How's the patient?"

"He's has a temperature still, and he just finished puking all over me."

Sakura raised an eyebrow and smirked. "That explains the shirt then."

Ino smiked back at her.

"Well, anyway, here's the soup. Do you need me to fix it for you?"

"I can cook, you know." replied Ino.

Sakura snorted. Ino glared at her.

"I can heat soup up in the microwave, okay? Jeez!"

Sakura looked skeptical, but handed over the bag of groceries anyway.

"Alright. Call if you need anything else. And tell Sasuke-kun that I said 'hello.'"

"Yeah, yeah. 'Bye!"

Sakura grinned at her. "'Bye."

Ino shut the door and walked into the kitchen.

"Stupid Sakura." muttered the blonde, "I can so cook. Hmph."

Ino soon proved that she could. Ten minutes and two soup cans later, she had made some soup for Sasuke.

Unfortunately Sasuke wasn't hungry anymore and would not eat it.

Such was Ino's luck.

She grumbled and put the soup into the fridge.

She walked back to Sasuke. He was still leaning into his pillows.

"Do you want to clean yourself up?" asked Ino.

Sasuke looked at her a moment and then nodded his head. Ino helped his up and walked with his to his bathroom.

"If you need any help getting back, just call for me." Ino said, "Also, I'm going to bedumping the puck bucket and cleaning it using the sink in here, so don't lock the door, okay?"

Sasuke nodded and pulled his shirt off.


Thirty minutes later, Ino had cleaned the bucket out, and Sasuke had gotten a bath.

"I'm hungry now." he muttered.

"Fine, fine. Can you feed yourself?" she asked him.

He looked at her with the a look of, "Even if both my arms were broken, I still would not let anyone feed me."

Ino shook her head and went to re-heat the soup.

"Alright! Here you go!." announced Ino as she entered the room.

She was carrying soup and milk on a tray for him.

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"Do you know what happens when someone with a temperature has dairy products?" he inquired.

"..."

He looked bemusedly at her. "I thought that you were a med. Nin.?"

She glared. "Alright, Mr. I-know-everything-ever-and-I-like-to-rub-it-in, what happens?"

"Drinking milk products while having a temperature wll make that person vomit even more." came his smug reply.

Ino continued to glare at him.

"Fine then. Don't drink the milek" she huffed and shoved the tray into his stomach.

"Ooof!" he gasped.

"Hmph." replied Ino. "I'm going to get a shower now. Enjoy."

She smiled mock-sweetly at him, and then she turned on her heel and went into the bathroom.

When she was clean and dressed, she re-entered Sasuke's room. He had finished his food and was now sound asleep.

He actually looked peaceful.

She smiled at him and walked over to his bed. She felt his forehead. His temperature was way down now. She sighed relieved and laid down next to him. A few moments later she was sound asleep too.


AN: Hee. I really enjoyed writing this oneshot:D

Please review, okay:)