Black eyes shifted slightly from the road to stare at the blonde male sleeping in the passenger seat nearby, then fixated where the road was. He'd forgotten to ask where the blonde lived, and since he didn't know, there wasn't exactly a way he could take his friend home. He licked his lips, finding a bit of taste still on them from the cake from earlier.
Pulling into the parking lot of the apartment complex's building he lived in, Sasuke quietly got out of the car, walked over to Naruto's side, and picked him up on his back, a little annoyed that doing so didn't wake the blonde up, since he didn't really feel like taking his friend up the stairs, and the elevator had been broken forever.
By the time Sasuke had gotten Naruto up the stairs and laid him down on the couch, he'd gotten tired, and just sat down on the couch, moving Naruto's head a bit. Gently, he started poking his friend's shoulder, having nothing else to do at the time, since sleep was out of the question.
"Wake up,"
"It's too early to be alive..." he muttered, finding Sasuke's leg with one hand and nuzzling his face into it.
"Come on, damn it... Naruto!"
"What?" Staring up, Naruto looked a bit agitated. "Why... did you wake me up... Eh?" He stared around.
"I'm not going to let you just sleep on my couch, idiot." Sasuke smirked.
"Oh, we're home?"
"My house,"
"I have to get going home..." he said, sitting up and stretching, yawning.
"It's really late," Sasuke pointed out, crossing his arms and leaning back, kicking off his sandals to a random dark corner of the living room that split into a kitchen to his left. "You should stay the night."
"I can't; I have to get home... There's a bunch of stuff I have to do for tomorrow. Besides, I thought you said I couldn't sleep on your couch."
"You can't; you could sleep on the bed, though. The couch is mine," He gave a little fake half growl, hugging the arm of his couch and glaring at Naruto, then sighed, straightening up. "Whatever it is, I'm sure we can just go get it in the morning..."
"No; has to be done tonight, sorry Sasuke-kun... Sorry that you'll miss me so much." He laughed a bit, jumping up and starting for the door. He looked back. "Hey, did you have fun at least today?"
Sasuke smirked. "Somewhat,"
"You're insane, you know that, you crazy Uchiha boy!"
"Uzumaki,"
"What?" He'd turned to face the door, but quickly wheeled around on his left heel, only to be met with a pillow to his face. "Damn it, Sasuke, you ass!" He threw the pillow back, though missed terribly, knocking over a stack of books near the couch.
"Hah... I've always had better aim than you." Sasuke stood, walking over to the door. "You really should just stay. It's really late,"
"I don't care. I have stuff I have to get done. Goodnight, Sasuke-kuuuuun!" He turned, not letting Sasuke stop him, and ran out the door. The ebony-eyed male just watched his friend leave down the hallway, then closed the door, locking it after him.
He walked over to his window, knowing the way Naruto always left when leaving his house. And, as if on cue, sure enough, the familiar blonde-haired idiot ran out of the building, running down the sidewalk, before slowing, just walking. The sidewalk, however, wasn't divided differently from the road.
Sasuke nearly screamed when he saw a black, sleek car–similar to his own when the hood was drawn–swerve, hit his blonde friend, and drive off, at what seemed double the speed it'd hit Naruto at.
He ran to his phone, grabbing up the wireless receiver and staring at it for a second. He'd gotten suddenly very dizzy, and the phone looked like a bunch of gray swirls to him. He pressed the digits Nine-Nine-One in order, having to feel where the buttons were instead of seeing them. He ran back to the patio, forcing the door open, staring at his friend. Some woman on the other end was asking what the problem was. His voice was so shaky, it wasn't a wonder the woman asked him to calmly repeat it.
"M-my friend's been h-hit by a car,"
"Is the driver still there?"
"No," he muttered, away from the patio and pulling on his sandals as he hopped down the stairs. He was glad his phone worked from so far away from the thing it charged on.
"What is the address, sir?"
He couldn't recall; his brain wasn't working right. "I don't know, but its right off the corner of... I think... I don't know,"
"Alright, well, we should have the address here. Ah, yes. Alright, we will be there shortly. Now, stay on the phone with one of our paramedics; I'll transfer you now."
A few seconds later, as Sasuke was just kneeling beside his unconscious friend–who was in a small ball under a tree–another young woman answered.
"Hello?"
"Y-yeah?" Sasuke stuttered, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder, inspecting Naruto's vitals. A huge wave of relief flooded through his body when he felt Naruto's pulse there, though it wasn't exactly at the speed he knew it should have been.
"Sasuke-kun?" The voice was very familiar.
"Sakura! Naruto's–"
"I know, Sasuke-kun. Alright, first, check Naruto's pulse."
"I just did. It's faint,"
"Alright, see if he's breathing."
Gently rolling Naruto onto his back, Sasuke pressed his ears above Naruto's mouth. He didn't feel anything that would have felt like breathing against his ear, so he pulled up the blonde's shirt, ear against the other male's chest. He didn't feel the boy's chest rising up and down, which would have explained why his pulse had been decreasing.
"No,"
"Alright, the ambulance should be there in a few seconds. Feel his head; is he hot?"
"N-no, he's cold and sweaty," Sasuke said, his left hand moving up and pressing the back against the other's forehead, moving shadowed golden locks out of the way. "The ambulance is here now, Sakura. I'm going with them but my phone won't go that far."
"Alright... I'll meet you at the hospital." The phones both clicked off at the same time. As Sasuke had said, the ambulance had arrived, and the men there were picking up the blonde on a stretcher and sliding it into the vehicle. At first, they rejected Sasuke's coming, but he insisted, saying that he had to, even though he couldn't come up with a reason why. They did allow it, however.
He wasn't surprised how short a time it took them to get to the hospital; they were allowed to run red lights and cars had to get out of the way of the red and white vehicle with a siren and flashing lights. He followed the men as they took Naruto to the emergency room, where a blonde-haired woman–though her hair was a dull blonde, very unlike Naruto's bright, vibrant, golden hair–stood, ready to inspect the other blonde.
Sasuke was told to take a seat in the waiting room by the woman, who'd introduced herself quickly to him as Tsunade. He agreed, not really wanting to see his friend get inspected down to the last bit of flesh by the woman. He sat down next to the bubble-gum-haired girl, neither of them being surprised to see the other.
"I had to take off,"
"Thanks..." He buried his face against his palms, resting his elbows against his knees as he tried to calm down, angry at himself for not insisting further for Naruto to stay. "If I hadn't let him leave my house, this wouldn't have happened, you know..." he muttered, voice getting slightly lost against his flesh.
"You know Naruto, Sasuke-kun..."
"I know..." He shook his head, closing his eyes.
"I'll go get us some coffee, alright?"
He just shrugged, allowing her to walk off. Sakura returned a few minutes later, a Styrofoam, large cup of hot coffee in each hand. She wasn't surprised to see Sasuke in the same position. Carefully, she sat back down next to him, holding out the black cup of the coffee. Hers was a bit lighter, because she'd put a bit of cream and sugar in hers. She knew Sasuke didn't like anything sweet in anything.
"Thanks," he muttered, taking it, though just staring down at it for a few minutes before draining some.
Hours went by of awkward silence, the two just sipping or finishing their coffees, eventually both being done and just sitting there still. A man came out, his white outfit a little bit bloodied. It'd turned from ten at night to nearly nine in the morning. Sakura had fallen asleep, but the other man's talking roused her.
"Uchiha Sasuke?"
"Yes?" Sasuke's head quickly looked up, eyes focused hard on the man.
"The blonde male, Uzumaki Naruto, is that his name?"
"Hai,"
"He requests to see you, but be quiet."
Sasuke stood up, quickly following the man, thanking Sakura again quietly as he was lead down the hall towards the room they were keeping Naruto in.
The door closing behind him, with only the two of them in the room, Sasuke pulled a chair next to his blonde friend's bed, staring at him. "Naruto–"
"I know," he muttered, staring up at the ceiling. "I was an idiot again, wasn't I?" His head tilted slightly, eyes focused on Sasuke.
"Only a little bit... How are you feeling?"
"Well..." He laughed a bit, though it was obviously a bit nervous. "I can't really move my body that much, but the doctor guy said I was just still numb... Says I'm lucky not to be in a coma..."
"You are,"
"I know," Naruto smiled, staring at him, before closing his eyes.
"How long did he say you'll have to be in here?"
"I can leave around lunch time today... I should be able to walk fine by then. Damn it... I didn't get to do that thing I had to do..." He cursed himself inwardly. "I'll have to do it when I get home. They want me to come in every day, though, to get my head checked out... Just remembered that."
"You're staying with me until they say you don't need to keep coming in for check-ups, then."
"Sasuke-kun, I have stuff to do..."
"This is more important," Sasuke pointed out, frowning at him.
"But..." Naruto started to complain, but the door opened, Sakura walking in. She sat down on the other side of Naruto. "Sakura-chan?"
"Hey, Naruto. Sorry if I interrupted. I told the doctor I'm a doctor, too, and he said I should come ask you a few things, that it'd be easier since I'm your friend, and all. You two don't mind, do you?"
"That's fine," Sasuke said, Naruto nodding his head to agree.
"Alright..." She pulled a pen from her back pocket, setting a clipboard on her lap. "What were you doing before you got hit?"
"I don't remember," Naruto said, shaking his head.
"He was walking home from my house." Sasuke said, watching Sakura. "He refused to stay the night."
"Alright," She scribbled something down. "What did the car look like? I'm sure Sasuke would remember more than you, though, Naruto."
"Yeah." Naruto nodded.
"It was a lot like mine with its hood up. Black, modern, very sleek... I don't know the make or brand or anything, though."
"Alright... Do you know who the driver was?"
"No," the two responded in unison.
"Naruto. How's your head?"
"Hurts,"
"Your arms?"
"Still numb,"
"Hungry?"
He grinned. "Always."
She smirked. "Let's get some breakfast then." She set down the clipboard, upside-down, and walked out the door with a "hold on".
She came back in with a wheelchair, and pulled the IV out of Naruto's arm, saying she'd gotten permission, and, with Sasuke's help, got him in the wheelchair. Sasuke agreed to push Naruto around, figuring he'd get a little bit of teasing in with it, though nothing too harsh.
The hospital was in a perfect location for Naruto to get to choose what he wanted for lunch. They ended up going to a small, family-owned ramen shop. Magically, almost, Naruto was able to move his arms by the time they brought their first order.
Naruto dug into his ramen, chopsticks held expertly in his hands, practically pouring the food down his throat. He ordered another, then another, while the other two were still on their first.
Sasuke just shrugged it off, while Sakura, secretly albeit, thought Naruto's eating habits were gross.
Naruto was halfway through his fourth bowl when he suddenly dropped the Styrofoam cup and chopsticks onto the table, his head falling over onto one of his arms, the other arm extended out.
Sasuke quickly stood up, shaking his friend, though there wasn't an answer. Sakura quickly inspected the blonde while Sasuke tried to rouse him, and she concluded he wasn't conscious.
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Sakura was busy consulting with the female doctor, Tsunade–who, apparently, was a close friend of Sakura's–while the pink-haired girl scribbled things down and checked things off. Sasuke was seated next to Naruto, watching him, staring worriedly at the other's face. He felt like his heart skipped a vital beat when he heard Sakura mutter something to Tsunade, then Tsunade confirm it.
"He's probably in a coma then," the girl had whispered.
The woman responded with a simple, "Yes."
Sasuke's fists clenched, grabbing a bit of the sheets Naruto was laying on, leaning his head down and closing his eyes tightly, biting into his bottom lip. He tasted some blood on his tongue, so he quickly released the death-bite on his lip.
"Sasuke-kun?"
Sasuke looked up to Sakura.
"You should probably go home now."
"No,"
"He might not wake up for awhile..."
"That's why I'm not waking up; so when he does, I'll be here..."
"Sasuke... It's not healthy."
"So?" he snapped, glaring at the female. "Why the hell would I care what's healthy and not healthy for me? That's nor you problem, Sakura; it's mine. Just leave me alone for awhile."
"Sasuke-kun..." She sighed, and turned, setting down the clipboard and walking out of the room, closing the door lightly behind her.
Sasuke watched her leave for a minute, then stared at the clipboard. Slowly, he picked it up, inspecting the things that were checked off. 'Coma' and 'Showing signs of life: No' was all he had to see before he threw it back down, growling and cussing mentally, cursing his own stupidity for letting Naruto have even gone out of his apartment.
"Naruto..." He sighed, laying his head down on the side of the bed. He suddenly stood up, though, walking over to the door, turning to face Naruto. "I'll find out who did this to you, okay? I'll kill them."
The only response he got from his unconscious, blonde friend, however, was the sound of the machine that displayed his heart beat, as he let the door close behind him.
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Notes. Whoo. Always.
-I don't care what you guys think of my hospitalizing Naruto. My fanfiction; my storyline.
Deal, 'kay?
Good.
Also, to one of my reviewers who said putting Sasuke in a dress would be wrong/gross:
Erm, but it's funny. So I might?
Whoo. But it won't be something too outlandish; maybe I'll have it in someone's dream... No clue yet.
Anyway, I probably won't be writing another chapter of this until I finish at least one more chapter for my Liaisons continuation (I already have one, but I do that one in sets of two or three because I have to email the chapters to Kyuubi to put on her own, too, plus her versions are beta-checked by herself.), and at least one more for Before I Die.
So, read my others. 'Cause they're all the SasuNaru we all love.
I don't care though.
I'd just like it. Makes me feel special.
'Kaybye.