Damaged.

To anyone who watched, it seemed as if the boy didn't move. Didn't breathe. Didn't blink.

He was covered in dirt and blood, but no one dared get close enough to clean him up. He had gone up against Uchiha Itachi, they'd heard. He'd gone up against Uchiha Itachi and he'd killed him.

"New patient?" Tsunade cringed. Her student would be pretty pissed when she found out that her ex-teammate/heartthrob was sitting in room 134A with ANBU at the door.

"Yeah," She replied, handing her apprentice the file, "Don't get mad at me, Sakura. You were on a mission."

"Why would I be mad?" Sakura asked, opening the file, "What's there to be mad abou-" The medic's viridian eyes widened in shock as her eyes fell on the patient's name.

"He needs to be constantly washed, he was in pretty bad condition when they brought him and the three others in. And no one will sponge him down. Mitoko threatened to quit. They're all afraid he'll wake up and become violent."

"Wake up?" Sakura asked, her eyes scanning her mentor's.

Tsunade hesitated. "My theory's in the file."

Sakura eagerly made her way to room 134A. She bit her lip, and cautiously smiled at the ANBU stationed at the door and slipped inside.

He was sitting up, at least. She took him in, keeping her face expressionless. His eyes were trained lifelessly on the wall. His dark hair was matted with blood and dirt, and his body, (or what she could see of it) was streaked with dirt. There were some clean spots on his arms where the needles had gone in. His hair was stringy and greasy, filled with dried blood and dirt. She was going to murder some nurses if they hadn't been changing his bandages all due to fear. It was disgusting that Tsunade had even allowed him to sit in his own filth for this long. From what the file had said he'd been here... three days.

She looked down at the aforementioned file and scanned it for Tsunade's theory. Blood type: AB, Birth date: July, 23rd. State of Mind: Brain damaged.

"Wait... Brain DAMAGED?" She was shocked into silence. Underneath was a note in Tsunade's hand writing about it.

Body responds to touch and medicine but there has been no mental change. He can stand, walk and sit if helped. Appears brain damaged from the tsukuyomi. A person can barely stand it once, Uchiha Sasuke has gone through it a minimum of four times. The patient recieved two blows to the head during his fight with Uchiha Itachi, who did end up dying. It also seems that oxygen was not allowed to his brain for a period of time. It is my theory that this patient is brain damaged and may never wake up from his personal hell.

Ripping her eyes away from the file, she focused on him. She wrinkled her nose at the state of the sheets. They were a light brown color from the dirt and mud. Angrily, she took his vitals and removed his IV drip before pulling the discolored sheet back and pulling the boy gently out of his bed.

She wouldn't make him sit in his filth any longer. The boy smelled! Helping him to the bathroom was pretty easy with her chakra enhanced strength. She undressed him quietly and helped him into the walk in shower, sitting him down in the handicap side seat, where she un-bandaged his wounds and healed them a bit more.

When she came back six and ½ minutes later, he was still in the same position. In those six minutes, she had changed the sheets on his bed and ran to her office, collecting her extra clothes and her shampoo and conditioner.

A thought popped into her head and she shoved her pink hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head. She had her sleep shorts and a tank top on now, and she slipped into the shower with him and turned on the nozzle, mostly avoiding the jet of water. After it was at a suitable temperature, she stood him up and stuck him under the spray, washing the dirt from his body.

She rubbed gentle circles with a light green sponge over the spots of caked blood and cuts, clearing it all away and washing it down the drain. Next, she added soap to the sponge and washed his back with it, along with his legs and arms.

Next, she tilted his head back and wet down his raven locks, un-settling the dried blood and dirt. After most of it went down the drain, she found several un-healed cuts on his scalp. After healing those, she lathered his locks in her shampoo. (She hated the hospital's, it was so cheap!) Once that was done, she washed it out and poured a handful of pink colored cherry smelling conditioner into her hand and rubbed it into his hair. It was washed out soon after and after giving him a once over to make sure she'd cleaned him all up, she turned off the water.

She got out, drying her arms, hands, legs and feet. When she looked up, it was hard not to notice his body. He was very lean and his abs were hard and toned. She swallowed and snapped angrily at herself inside her head before grabbing a towel and drying him off. She wrapped the towel around his waist and then lead him over to the side bench, where she sat him down. His eyes still stared blankly ahead.

Sighing, she grabbed a pair of hospital issued sweats out of her bag and placed them beside him on the bench. Next came a black T-shirt and then a pair of boxers. She cringed. This was not what she had in mind for the next time she saw Sasuke. She looked at his body one more time, checking over his wounds. She healed his cuts and bruises and then focused on some of the major burns. When she had finished, he was physically perfect. Mentally killing herself, she dressed him and then turned away to re-dress herself.

When she turned back she left everything in his bathroom and guided him back over to the clean bed where she sat him on the edge of it. She laid him down and was about to put the IV back in his arm when her wrist was yanked away from him and she was thrown up against the wall with incredible force.

OUCH.

She blinked, an angry look marring her features as she opened her eyes to see the person who had done such a rash thing in the middle of a procedure.

She almost vomited on the floor. Apparently, Sasuke's mental health was just fine. He just needed a little wake up call. He was holding her up against the wall, breathing harshly into her face, his eyes spinning red with the sharingan.

"What the fuck."

She stared at his mouth where the words had come out.

He slammed her into the wall again, harder. "Where the fuck am I?"

"Sasuke, it's okay," She told him slowly, "You're alright."

"You're not answering me," He retorted.

"You're in the hospital," She told him matter-of-factly. "Now please let me go so I can finish my job."

He blinked at her a few times before recognizing her. "Sakura..." he said slowly, letting her go, but still watching her un-surely. "Do you know if...?"

"Yes, you killed him."

He stared at her for a moment before leaning in and whispering two key words into her ear.

"Thank you."