"Depression can actually be normal with Seroquel." His doctor is scrolling on an iPad, not making eye contact.

Naruto frowns. Seems like that ought to be mentioned.

... maybe it was.

"We can bump you up again. See how that goes. If not, we can always add an anti-depressant."

He made this appointment himself. He finally gets the importance of the journal. Tracking the mood.

He finally gets a lot of stuff, actually.

"It seems like you've had issues with anti-depressants in the past though." The doctor continues on, eyes still glued to the screen.

Naruto nods. Anyways. He doesn't always remembers the classifications of some drugs. Or anything like that. But he's trying. He knows the one he's on now. The dosage. Baby steps.

"It's normal for bipolar. It pushes the patient into mania."

'The patient.' As if he's not sitting right here.

"Same pharmacy, correct?" The doctor asks.

"Yup."

"Emergency contact still Hinata Hyuuga?"

"Yea- Actually. No."

The doctor stops. Finally, she looks up at him.

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, um. No. She isn't." He ruffles the back of his hair self consciously.

The doctor is still looking at him in disbelief. Hinata had been with him to almost every single appointment since he had been seeing this particular doctor. In fact, he was pretty sure it was Hinata's cellphone that they had on file.

"Would you like us to change the information?" The doctor finally asks after along pause.

"Guess so." He's not really sure what else he's supposed to do.

"It'll remove her from being able to call-"

"She won't call." Naruto informs her.

The doctor frowns.

Naruto feels bad about it, on the way home. Like he did something sneaky, behind her back. But he's a single, adult man. It would be pathetic to keep his ex-girlfriend as his contact information. Right?

Just as pathetic as still calling her. And going on dates with her. And sleeping on top of her made bed.

The corner store, where he picks up his meds, actually has a section of home essentials. There's some selection of blankets. They're cheap, and rougher feeling then the ones he has at home.

He buys an orange comforter set. The sheets feel like sandpaper and are striped with navy blue.

Unmaking their bed physically hurts his heart. He decides to move it, against another wall. With the position changed and the new blankets, it doesn't look like their bed.

It doesn't smell like her, it smells like it was made in China.

He folds the old blankets and puts them away in his closet. He doesn't have it in him to throw them out. He'll save them. Just in case. Of what? He's not sure.

It's not warm or cozy with her in it. It's cold. Colder than when he slept on top of the blankets.

He lays down more towards the middle. He's not sharing it anymore.

He can't sleep. Even after taking the Seroquel. He decides that maybe... he should look for a kitchen table. Maybe a couch.

He didn't want to. If he got back together with Hinata, what would they do with two sets of tables and couches?

But...

She has her own place now. She has her own bed. She has her own table. Her own couches.

She's doing her own things.

Naruto rubs his eyes before they can cry. He sniffs instead. 'Probably just allergies, from the new bed.' He clears his tight throat.

Instead, he pulls up Craigslist. Cheap tables or couches, places that can deliver.

It hurts. Like a dull ache. Like the bruises of his fight. It's the feelings of mending wounds.