Special note: no underage drinking going on, as in this fictional country the legal age is 18, great thanks.
This may be off-character to some people.
Thanks for reading!
— Mister Uchiha, follow me this way, please.
Naruto had been stabilized. His blood pressure became normal after four blood transfusions and one day of induced-coma. Sasuke was glad, he really was. He hated every single hour he had to work and be apart from his lover, as he had to do follow-ups with his clients even on the weekends. As Sasuke was returning to Naruto's room after an urgent Sunday meeting, he was greeted by Doctor Tsunade.
— Mister Uchiha, good afternoon.
— Good afternoon, Doctor Senju.
— It has been hours since we stopped the coma medication and he still hasn't woken up. The MRI turned out with no abnormalities. Surgery will not be necessary.
Hearing that, Sasuke let out a sigh of relief.
— Try talking to him, it is not proven that patients will wake up sooner, but I firmly believe they do.
— Understood, Doctor Senju.
Sasuke was left alone with Naruto for what seemed like an eternity.
— Naruto, wake up, sweetheart. It's me, Sasuke. Remember our first date, love…?
18-years-old
It was a warm, summer day. Sasuke had finally accepted to go on a date with Naruto, even though he wasn't that certain about his attraction to someone of his same sex. It was not like he disliked Naruto, not in the slightest. He even though the blond man was cute, and his smile was oddly charming. They agreed to visit an art museum, as Naruto was interested in modern art.
It had been two weeks since their first kiss, and it was purely accidental. Sasuke didn't hate it, though. They were exiting the pub when they were pushed by some douchey looking dudes trying to get in. As both Naruto and Sasuke were intoxicated, they lost balance and Sasuke ended up giving Naruto a peck. That was supposed to be it, but Sasuke deepened the kiss, as if desperate to finally taste the other's lips. Never mind that Sakura, Neji, Hinata, and Kiba were right behind them, looking at the French kiss unfolding right in front of them.
At this point, Sasuke blacked out. The next morning, he woke up with a horrible hangover inside of his own flat, butt naked, and with no recollection of last night's events.
He looked at his body, and panicked, whilst searching for his phone. Did he have sex with Sakura, or a random at the bar? Did he let a stranger into his home? Was he robbed? Sasuke quickly put some underwear on and quickly opened his bedroom door.
He could smell some bread toasting, along with coffee, and a male voice humming. He sighed, relieved. It was Naruto's voice.
As he approached the kitchen, he noticed that Naruto was still wearing last night's clothes, and he remembered his own nakedness.
"Fuck, did I fuck Naruto?"
—Good morning, idiot. Want to have breakfast? I bet you are super hungover, but I prepared some coffee and toast, damn bro, you have nothing on your fridge.
Sasuke, dumbfounded, agreed. The breakfast went by with an awkward silence, until Naruto finally broke the silence:
—So, do you wanna grab ice-cream today? Or some other time? — Sasuke panicked. He did not swing that way, and he didn't want to talk about last night.
—No, I'm busy. Thanks for all, but I'll see you later.
—Oh, okay. I'll see you at school, then.
Naruto had not looked for Sasuke during those two weeks, but still, Sasuke couldn't stop thinking about him.
25-years-old
Sasuke let out a bitter chuckle. If only he hadn't been so… afraid, his relationship with Naruto could have started sooner.
18-years-old
Two weeks had already passed when Sasuke decided to ask Naruto to go to see a movie and "catch up". In reality, he wanted to know if they both had done anything sexual that night. Naruto immediately agreed, and they decided on a horror movie. Sasuke did not mind them, but Naruto loved the thrill of them, and watched them with just an eye half-open.
During the function, Naruto accidentally grabbed Sasuke's hand during a jump-scare and, as soon as he noticed, he pulled his hand away.
"Soft."
When the movie ended, Sasuke asked Naruto if he wanted to grab some drinks to-go and head to his flat. Naruto blushed slightly, but composed himself and agreed.
Naruto chose an overly-sweet sugary drink with some boba, whilst Sasuke decided on a simple matcha latte. The ride from the shop to Sasuke's flat was filled with idle, school-related talks.
As soon as they entered Sasuke's flat, he decided to ask the question that had been eating him inside:
—Naruto, please be sincere, I swear I won't get mad. Remember the night at the pub?
Taken aback, Naruto's cheeks tinted with a soft pink blush, and could only answer:
—Yeah, what about it?
—Frankly, I do not. Is there anything I should remember?
The poor, blond guy got beet red, which seemed to be enough confirmation to Sasuke.
—My god, did we really fuck?
Naruto's stomach dropped, and a hint of anger rose within him.
—The fuck? No! No we didn't, why the fuck would you think that?
—Look at your face, idiot! It says all I should know.
—No it doesn't. I just remembered… the other thing.
—What other thing? Be clear, damnit.
—Are you telling me you basically don't remember your tongue inside my mouth for, at least, 10 seconds?
—That surely can't be, why would we do that? Did I even consent?
—Fucker, it was you who practically threw yourself at me! I don't know! I've been asking the same thing for the last two weeks.
—Listen, Naruto. I know you kind of have a crush on me or something, but lying about this is serious. Why the fuck did I wake up naked in my bed?
—You have to be shitting me, narcissistic asshole. I do have a crush on you, okay? But how lowly do you think of me! You licked me all over my mouth like a dog and then, I didn't even have time to react before you turned to the right and projectile-vomited all over yourself and into the poor tree outside of that sketchy ass pub. Fucking shit, Sasuke. It was embarrassing as fuck, at least nothing got to me. And since the homies didn't want to take care of a puke-stained, irreverent asshole they decided to leave you to me. I just arrived, tried to change your clothes, but was also drunk myself, so I guessed since it was a warm night, there would be no issues with you sleeping naked, and that's what happened. It wasn't even a good kiss!
25-years-old
— And then, I just had to ask you to go on a date. Pretty impulsive and unlike me, right? And we kept the relationship a secret, or so I thought. Remember we went to get my parent's approval? It wasn't as rough as I thought, it shocked me when they admitted they thought we were already a couple since Sakura and I broke it off at 16… and that I was going to tell them we were getting married. How silly, getting married at 20…
Sasuke spent the whole afternoon telling similar stories to Naruto's body, which was only breathing slowly. Some nurses gathered outside of the room and checked through the window, since there was a rumor there were two handsome men inside the room. It was a gossip trend how the patient's lover didn't even lay down to sleep, but kept sitting right beside him, holding his hand.
Morning arrived, and the sun was just raising. It was 6am when Naruto opened his eyes. He felt himself tired, heavy, and confused. Where was he? But, most importantly, who is holding his hand?
—My… my head hurts.— Naruto stated in a soft, raspy voice. He looked at his left side since he could feel a strong grip against his hand. — Where am I? — this woke Sasuke up.
—Naruto, you're up… — Sasuke whispered with a soft smile and what seemed to be tears forming in his eyes. Some part of himself couldn't really believe it: it truly was a second opportunity given by the gods' to make things right. He hugged the blond desperately, but with a softness only achievable by holding someone dear. Yet, Naruto did not respond.
— Could you please get off of me? — Naruto stated coldly. This made Sasuke back off, sensing the sharpness in the other man's voice, and remembered the events that led them to this day.
— Naruto, I swear I can explain!
— Who are you?
Sasuke got really, really nervous. What is going on? The called the nurses to tell them that Naruto was already awake.
— He seems to have post-traumatic amnesia. — The doctor said to Sasuke, as Naruto ate some hospital approved pudding.
— Will he recover his memory?
— You see, — Tsunade spoke very softly, — post-traumatic amnesia is a way for the mind to deal with traumatic events and complete the physical healing without anything having a psychological toll on the body. His amnesia can last from days to months, and it would be best to be as gentle as possible and not try to force the memories to come back, there must be a reason his mind is trying so hard to conceal these events.
The lady looked at Sasuke with an inquisitive look, but both knew to keep their thoughts to themselves.
— We will wait until he is physically healed to start his psychiatric treatment. Luckily, blood transfusions do not require complex after-care, but we do have to talk about the attempt on his own life. I can discharge him today and he will need to rest, meaning no extenuating physical activity and mostly rest for the next two weeks. Afterwards, you will have to come back to a check-up and revise the in-patient treatment, which means the patient will have to be in a psychiatric facility for an undetermined amount of time, for now. If Mister Uzumaki shows any sign of recovering his memory, you will need to bring him in immediately. Do you understand, Mister Uchiha?
— I do.
Naruto was discharged that afternoon.
Sasuke took immediate vacation from work, for at least two weeks. His older brother was fully understanding, and commended Sasuke to do a good job. After all, Itachi liked Naruto as a younger brother.
They both got into Sasuke's van, and began riding home. Naruto was not sure about anything. He knew his name, but that was it. He had no recollection about his past nor his actual life. Sasuke told him that he was 25-years old, a university student working on his communication degree, and that he had a part-time job at a small restaurant near the business area, and that the handsome dude was his lover of seven years. He was confused and wanted to know more. His arm had stitches, and it was obvious he had tried to kill himself, but nothing added up. His life seemed pretty cozy, his boyfriend had a very expensive car, and it looked like he had good friends, so, why? The doctor told him not to worry about that for now and to enjoy life as much as he could. His train of thought got interrupted by his natural instincts.
His belly rumbled.
— Uhm, hey, Mister Uchiha…
— It's Sasuke, love. Remember we are boyfriends?
— Oh, Sasuke. Well, I'm…
— What is it, my Naru?
— I'm hungry.
— I can hear so, do you have anything in mind?
— Not really, I'm not sure what I want.
— It's okay, we're already on the way to a place you really enjoy.
It was a small, but tidy restaurant. A young woman with a gentle smile welcomed them.
— Hello Naruto! I'm glad you are here.
—Yes, here I am… I'm sorry, I don't seem to remember you.
— Don't worry. We have heard about it. My dad knows too. Your companion told us about it. It would be better if you remembered us on your own.
— This is the place you work at, darling. I called them in advance, since you won't be able to work here for the time being.
— Come in, please! I will serve you your favorite dish, Naruto. It's all on the house. Yours isn't, Uchiha. What would you like?
Sasuke frowned, annoyed by the woman's impertinent attitude. — I'd like some vegetable miso soup and an order of pan-fried pork gyozas, please.
— Coming in.
Naruto noticed the woman's attitude towards his lover and was surprised, since she was lovely to him. Nonetheless, he could only stare at the interaction. It hadn't been long before a hot, delicious smelling bowl of pork ramen rested in front of Naruto, and a regular looking soup was placed in front of Sasuke. The gyozas steamed between them.
— Here it is! A big, heavy bowl of ramen for you, Naruto! We added an extra soy-marinated egg, some ginger, and extra toppings. And for you, Uchiha, what you ordered. Hope you enjoy this lousy restaurant's food.
Sasuke sighed, so she heard him talk on Friday. He just thanked her for the meal and started to take spoonfuls of the miso soup. Everything was worth it with the face Naruto made on the first bite.
— This… this is delicious.
— My, my, thank you Naruto! The best of the best to the beautiful soul you are. — The young lady smiled.
— Can I have seconds?
— As much as you want, my love. — Sasuke replied softly.
Naruto ended eating three pork ramen bowls, and Sasuke smiled throughout the entire meal.
Their journey was just beginning.
Please be aware that this is NOT protocol in suicide-attempt patients. They usually get into the ward immediately after they are out of danger. This is all plot-intended and in no way real medical advice or content.