Sakura sighed. What a mess. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and called Naruto. Listening to the dialing tone, she chewed on her lip, thinking of what she should do. She did not have her car and Naruto's was still at least a ten minute walk away, excluding carrying a boy who was almost double her weight. "Shit, Sasuke. Nice to see you too," she grouched.

Hopefully weight training with Neji worked out. She wrapped her arms under him and with a groan stood up bearing all of his weight in her arms. It was not as difficult as she remembered. She scanned the street, noticing the direction she needed to go was almost clear of people. Perfect. She glanced down at Sasuke. Still unconscious. "Okay, let us hope we get there," she said out loud, but mostly to herself.

She had always been a pretty strong girl, but even for herself standing at roughly 150 centimeters weighing forty six kilograms, a mile and a half walk carrying 170 centimeters, and sixty one kilograms of dead weight was no easy feat. Using every bit of her strength, she started forward, wishing more than anything that she were anywhere but here.

The sight of Naruto's apartment complex was never more welcome than now. She had made it here in about twenty minutes, after shifting Sasuke to her back. She was half-way hunched over and her muscles screamed in agony, but she kept pushing forward. Sasuke's head was lolling on her shoulder and the stench of alcohol and vomit was enough to make her stop and dry heave. Carefully, Sakura made her way up the stairs, silently cursing whoever chose the fourth floor.

Vaguely, remembering their room number, she prayed she stopped in front of the right door and knocked. To her irritation, no one answered. Damnit. "Naruto! Open up!" She hollered, not bothering to care about their neighbors. Sakura pounded on the door again. No answer. "Fuck this," she muttered under her breath. She tried the knob and to her surprise the door opened. Silence welcomed her. Leave it to Naruto to forget to lock the door.

She pushed her way inside the apartment to find it littered with empty beer cans and dirty clothes. Boys will be boys huh. There was a bathroom on the first door to her left and dumped Sasuke in front of the toilet. She walked out of the bathroom, rubbing her arms and made her way into the kitchenette. In search of a cup, she couldn't help but pick up the empty cans and trash and dispose of it all. Tidiness was in her nature after all.

Cup search unsuccessful, she grabbed a dirty one from the sink and rinsed it out, before filling it. Sakura sniffed it. Mild funky smell, but hey, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. She returned to the bathroom to find Sasuke just as she left him.

She couldn't help but snort at the sight of it. His forehead lay on the edge of the toilet seat, his knees bent under him, arms lax at his side. During the walk here, he was in and out of consciousness, but never long enough to say anything. Sakura set the cup down on the counter and wet her hands with water. She bent down beside him hands cupping his face. She frowned. He was oddly warm. He needs to wake up.

Sakura grinned to herself, knowing what she had to do, yet she couldn't help but take a certain pleasure in the task. She grabbed the back of his shirt to lift his head up and turned it towards her. Sakura reared her head back-

SLAP.

Sasuke sputtered and opened his eyelids, struggling to focus on her. Sakura winced, knowing that she probably shouldn't be here doing this. Mind decided, she knew she would've done the same for anyone else. That's right. The nurse in her. Judging by the state Sasuke was in, Sakura guessed he probably wouldn't remember this in the morning. Sakura turned around and grabbed the cup of water and shoved it into his hands, not making eye contact.

"Drink it. Don't chug though, it will only make you feel worse," she muttered, looking down, finding her hands particularly interesting.

Sasuke said nothing, and the only thing that let Sakura know that he even heard her was the sound of water going down his throat. The sound of the empty plastic cup hitting the floor made Sakura lift her head up, only for her to grimace and turn away at the sight of Sasuke spewing his guts up into the toilet. Fucking idiot.

"I told you not to do that," Sakura growled, "Believe it or not, I actually know what I'm talking about." She stood up, grabbing the cup, and stalked out of the bathroom.

She rummaged around the kitchen, hoping one of Sasuke's roommates would come home, so she would not have to deal with this any longer than she had to.

Stumbling across crackers, Sakura grabbed it out of the cabinet and set it on the counter. She filled the cup with more water and tried her best to ignore the ungodly sounds coming from the backroom.

Sakura grabbed her items and made her way back to the bathroom, hurrying when she heard a loud thud. She stopped in the doorway and found Sasuke back in the same position as she did when she came back to the bathroom for the first time. He had apparently knocked himself out by bonking his head on the toilet. His forehead lay on the edge of the seat, his knees bent under him, arms lax at his side, a puddle of vomit in his lap. Sakura sighed. Fuck her life.

To whoever reads this. Part of this came from my own breakup this past summer. I'm okay though! Doing a hell of a lot better without him, to be completely honest. I just happened to daydream of the what ifs and made scenarios in my head. I'm kind of a fanfiction junkie and what better way to cope than to make it a story :D. P.s. I hope this never happens. Wish him the best. -14Saphire.