Disclaimer: Why do I have to do this ya'll know that I don't OWN naruto. I don't own naruto or like anything associated to it, wel I own the manga does that count, and I'm rambling again so on with the story
sorry its so small! Im having writers block difficulties! this goes for all my stories! again sorry
Chapter Four: A Night at the Hospital, part II
I fidgeted with my bed sheets for a good twenty minutes before Sasuke re-entered my room, he appeared like he always has, calm and confident..., but something just wasn't right.
"So what did you and the doctor talk about?" I asked staring at him
"None of your business!" he snapped
I unconciously cringed at his tone, I don't know why,...But it hurt.
I turned away from him curling into a ball, why had his snap hurt so much?
The question echoed inside my head gently fading into nothingness as I coaxed my mind tobe silent, and not soon after I dozed into a light sleep.
(Sasuke's POV)
I felt a little guilty about not telling him, but right now he was better of not knowing. I watched as he slowly fell asleep, occasionally whispering "Stop!stop!", and listened to his rapid breathing. I don't remember when exactly, but his breathing evened out and he has stop whimpering, and I fell asleep.
"You're worthless, he's going to die and its all your fault. Come on get it together you worthless lump! you need to save him! he's dying! Get up of the ground. Stop crying. get up and do something about it!" the voice echoes all around you, and all you can do is cringe and curl into yourself even more. A foot lashes out of nowhere hitting you square in the gut, the voice calls out again, more urgent than before, more ominous, "Get up! now! he needs you. he's going to DIE!"
"Nonono! go away! stop! I'm not worthless! just because I am afraid..."
"I know you're afraid, and I also say you're a coward. I say all-cowards-must-DIE!"
A gun shot is fired, you feel the bullet enter you, but for some reason your body is numb, you don't feel the pain. the gun fires again and you snap back to reality.