Sakura glanced at the clock in the kitchen. It was almost 12:30 in the morning and there was still no sign of Sasuke's roommates. She took a deep breath and ran a hand through her hair. She had spent the last hour trying to get everything out of Sasuke's system. It had gotten to the point where it had stopped coming out on its own, but Sakura knew better. She had shoved her fingers down his throat until he had nothing left to puke. Eventually, she was satisfied, and wrestled with him to get him out of his soiled clothes. She had sent him to bed with just underwear, making sure he was on his side, with a wall of pillows behind him. Leaving a glass of water on his night stand, Sakura trudged out of the room, exhaustion finally catching up with her.
She collapsed onto the couch and made a mental note to check in on Sasuke every thirty minutes. She wanted to leave terribly, but she would rather not have Sasuke's death on her hands. Death by drowning on vomit. She shuddered.
She set alarms on thirty minute increments and tried to get some sleep. She would be no use to Sasuke if she were too tired to make rational decisions.
Thirty minutes came and went. Sakura groaned and made her way to Sasuke's room. She cracked the door open to find him still with slumber. Morning couldn't make its way any faster.
Deciding to freshen up herself, she wandered into Naruto's room, helping herself to his clothes and bathroom. He owes me anyway. For taking care of his stupid roomate.
A hot shower had never been more welcome. The scalding water felt divine on her sore muscles and washed away the smell of pure and utter grossness. Sakura had no idea how much time had passed when she was finally done. She toweled herself down and put on a too-big pair of black pants and an inane orange t-shirt.
Noticing the thirty minute mark had long passed, she darted back to Sasuke's room to check up on him. To any other eye, Sasuke seemed fine. Same spot, she had left him in, but Sakura knew better. She walked up to him and placed the back of her hand to his forehead. It was burning up. She tried to wake him up, careful not to shake him too much. Unresponsive.
How much did he have to drink tonight? "Alcohol poisoning," Sakura whispered. This had the potential to be very bad. She spun out of the room in search of keys. She had to get him to a hospital. There was only so much she could do in the confines of his apartment.
Sakura stumbled across a pair of car keys in Shikamaru's room, destroying his some-what clean living space in the process. She would apologize later. Now, she just had to get Sasuke into the car, which she actually had no idea where it was parked. Lovely.
Sakura ran back to Sasuke's room, scooping him up, grunting under his weight. Phone and keys in hand, Sakura flew down the stairs, fueled by adrenaline and fear for her pain-in-the-ass ex-boyfriend. By the grace of god, the car was not actually too hard to find. Sakura delicately placed Sasuke in the passenger seat, and sprinted to the other side. Time was of the essence.
Sakura had a pretty photographic memory and briefly remembered seeing a hospital on her way into the area. Since it was already two in the morning, she guessed traffic would be light and estimated the time to the hospital. Eight minutes. With no time to waste, she quickly glanced at Sasuke and took off. Lord help us.