"Beni büyütün ağlatmayın
Sevginiz
nerde övündüğünüz
Beni büyütün
ağlatmayın
Sahte düşlerle oyalamayın"
- Mor ve Ötesi "Deli"
He had been in here for at least four days, not counting the days he spent unconscious after Naruto had exploded unto him for hurting Sakura. So it was probably closer to a week.
And in this week, he had not heard more than a few dozen words from Sakura. Gone were the rants about how awesome he was; she didn't even ask how he was doing. She only uttered clinical one-word orders like "eat," "sit" and "swallow."
And it was driving him crazy.
Of course he hadn't said a word at all, and the constant silence was deafening. He hadn't heard such a silence since his academy years. There was always something, whether hyperactive teammates, fangirls, the screams of live experiments, or annoying redheads fighting with fish-boys, making a ruckus around him.
He was now confined to his bed, gradually forgetting how to walk, as visitors filed in front of him. Naruto came every day, bent on telling him everything that had happened since he left. That effectively broke the silence. Kakashi came every so often, reporting the trials he'd go through once he was better. ANBU members came daily, talking in hushed tones with the nurses but never saying a word to him directly.
Ino had also come once in the beginning, declaring; "You're a complete ass… and I haven't liked you in years!" before walking out.
Yet visiting hours only consisted of ninety minutes of each day. Therefore the other one thousand three hundred and fifty minutes he was left alone, in silence, with the occasional check up by whichever nurse was available.
He turned his head to the digital clock resting above the steadily beeping cardiac monitor. I read 1:14, warning that the five hours since his last checkup were coming to a close. Sakura was in charge of that set, since it involved more delicate work than just looking in the room to see if he was still alive.
It just had to be the one where he explained his problems too. No man wanted to talk about the abnormalities in his sexual behaviors with a female ex-teammate!
Apparently the steroid-stimulant cocktail that Kabuto had so diligently pumped into his system slowed his immune system considerably, and thus every cut took triple the normal time to heal. And the hypertension developed from the steroids wasn't exactly helping either. Sakura's job was to boost his immune system, try to get his body to create it's own hormones, and give him at least a chance at normal bodily functions… and to do all that without giving in to Sasuke's addiction.
The clock switched to 1:15, and only a few seconds later Sakura slipped into the room with a tray. She placed it down on the counter opposite him and dipped her hands in the bowl of cold jelly he had become all too familiar with.
Walking over, her hands started to glow green, reflecting eerily off the goop. She pressed her hands down on his shirt, causing him to flinch in pain and at the sudden cold.
Orochimaru had really screwed him over. Not only was he hated by the large majority of the village, but he was now addicted to a half-dozen stimulants and three variations of steroids. And withdrawal symptoms are not exactly a blessing. Especially the nausea, that one was just bundles of fun.
Slowly the jelly was absorbed into his body; it's infused hormones taking place of the synthetic ones. It was a rather disturbing feeling, somewhat like having snails crawling into him, yet soothing.
With the process done, Sakura got up wordlessly and walked over to the tray. He removed the slimly shirt, letting it fall to the floor with a flop as she tore open the multitude of packets of pills he would have to swallow. So far they had been the only things he had been able to keep down, and even then only after the hormone infusion.
Yeah, thanks Orochimaru.
Sakura was about to come back and place the ten-or-so pills, most of them protein and vitamin supplements, on his bedside table, but she stopped.
"You're not supposed to be up." She said clearly, ordering him back. Instead he pushed forward, cornering her against the wall. Immediately her hands flew to protect her neck, an involuntary move that felt like a stab through the heart.
Those offending blue marks had haunted him so much in the past few days. He hadn't meant to hurt her. Well, he had meant to hurt someone, but he had thought the person meddling with his chest was trying to kill him. It had not occurred to him that the lull in the pain could be anything other than a poison.
Struggling to hold his weight after a week of constant fatigue and rest, he rested his hands against the wall for support. He quickly realized it brought their faces really close to each other's as he felt her breath hitch against his cheek. Somewhere deep inside he glowed with pride, he could still create that kind of a reaction in her.
Staring straight into her wide eyes he began; "I can't recognize you when you don't smile," effectively freezing Sakura in place. "I missed you. I still miss you."
With that said, he pushed himself off the wall and returned to his bed, letting Sakura slide down the wall and cover her face with her hands. Now lying down, head tilted to watch her reaction, he finally wondered if it was the right thing to do. Especially now, while the wounds were still fresh.
Two soundless minutes later Sakura slowly removed the hands from her face, still sitting in a crouch at the base of the wall. She had come to a decision, and he was ready for just about everything.
On her face was a cross between a smile and a smirk, making him doubt his actions. And then she said the longest sentence yet, "So you missed me, huh Sasuke?"
The reaction was immediate; his eyes widened and a tiny blush came to his impassive cheeks.
Shit…
AN--
Translation:
Raise me, don't make me cry,
Where is the love you are proud of?
Raise me, don't make me cry
Don't waste my time with fake dreams…
Whoot, second sasusaku and I made Sasuke addicted to nine drugs! And this is only the beginning. Oh, how the great ones fall! (And all the withdrawal symptoms were researched for optimum accuracy. Don't do drugs, they make you stupid.)
By the way the title of this song means insanity in Turkish. I'm not quite sure how well the lyrics match the story, but it just came to me as I was reading the translation of the lyrics and thought that it would be cool to write it.
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