Chapter Two
Numb
She sighed as she stirred the contents of the broth, three days with no movement. Only light breathing and occasional twitches yet she couldn't help but think that he had been wanting to die.
For when she had given him water he had spat it out still unconscious, like his mind was still fighting back even if his body was rendered useless. But why would he want to die? If he did it made no sense, he was a nuke-nin correct but that was made by choice.
She carefully set the feeding tube up again, she had learned much from the hospital during her shifts. Luckily she was able to send her clone out for such equipment after she had found the small cabin in the woods.
But this time there was a reaction and she quickly retracted the tube as he thrashed around, she held his arms down and forced him to still. Slowly he started to calm and his breathing became normal, blood was stretching across the bandages on his chest and she feared he had opened his wounds.
So she pulled the covers back and unwrapped the bandages seeing that had had indeed opened on of the wounds, the one that she had seen first. The katana made one yet it was only bleeding from the front, she mentally shrugged and cleaned the wound.
The uchiha flinched and she wondered briefly if he was awake but diminished the thought as she wrapped the wound. When she was done she went back to her broth and when she deduced it warm enough took it away from the heat.
She slowly set it down on the bed stand and pulled the uchiha up against the pillows, being sure to avoid the wounds.
Once that was secure she carefully poured the broth in his mouth surprised that he was drinking it willingly. Hungrily of course since he had not any good amount of food through a feeding tube.
She carefully drew back and went for another bowl for those who were knocked out for anything longer then a day needed more then one bowl of broth. She had seen such when dealing with other patients in the hospital.
When she returned she once again held it to his mouth and once more he drank, though not as quickly this time. As if savoring the taste. She pulled away and walked to the sink and placed the dishes there, she would wash them after she finished.
She filled a glass with water and dropped in two ice cubes, smiling slightly at the sound of the ice clattering against the glass. She slowly walked over to the bed now cautious since he could be awake; when she sat down he made no movement.
But when the glass was held against his lips he drank she wondered if he was merely in a groggy state. One between sleep and wake. She placed the glass aside and carefully pulled him down under the covers, he seemed to tense but relaxed as the covers surrounded his lithe form.
She wondered briefly how such a man a murderer could act akin to a child, one that was caught with his hand in the cookie jar awaiting punishment. She thought at a cross between curiosity and confusion.
She blew out the candle in that corner of the room and sat on one of the couches, night was falling. She exited the room and went to the bathroom and changed into a long night gown lavender of course.
When she returned she laid down on the couch and looked to the door, it was locked. The windows were left the same as she had found them blinds covering them.
She couldn't risk someone coming into the cabin, for it could be an enemy to her. Or it could be an enemy of his. Which if she fought any of the two it would end with one or both of them hurt, for cross fire is very plausible.
She learned that was a greater possibility then she originally thought after watching the brother's fight. It reminded her once again of who she was healing, who she was bringing back from the brink of death.
She closed her eyes warily as these thoughts floated around in her mind, sleep soon overtook her and she gladly let it.
It felt like it had only been a good thirty minutes before she was awoken by a throaty scream. It wrenched her heart painfully and she turned to the source.
"Uchiha-san!" she cried out. He was thrashing in his sleep and his voice was hoarse and deep. Yet you could still here the absolute horror and melancholy echoing the screams.
What threw her over was when TEARS started flowing down his face in crystal clear streams, it scared her. For this was THE uchiha itachi crying out in his sleep.
Only when he cried out again did she realize she was frozen to the spot, she stood up in a flash and sat besides him. She grabbed his shoulders albeit more harshly then she intended to and pulled him to her chest in an embrace.
He still thrashed and cried out and was shocked when she saw a flash of onyx black, his eyes. She cradled him to her more tightly and just like she did for hanabi's nightmares rubbed circles in the center of his back.
He slowly started to stop thrashing only shudders wracking his lithe frame, small dry sobs escaped him and she found herself wanting to help.
Yet she could do nothing; only hold him as he came to a stop from whatever nightmare that had latched onto him. His fist curled around her gown tightly almost like it was a lifeline, she would have scoffed had she been any body else.
But she didn't because she was Hinata, and right now… She WAS his lifeline. Even if she was thought to be too weak by her father and everyone else, she wouldn't give up on this man.
If she did she wasn't Hinata, and if she gave up it was what her father expected from such an important mission. From her. But she wasn't going to give up and she wasn't going to let him die.
She carefully set him on his back painfully aware of the fact that he hadn't let her night gown go, she silently uncurled his fingers. When she stood up she swore she heard something.
She listened for the sound again and was startled by what she had heard.
"Don't go…" she sat on her knees on the bed and waited, a small almost none-existent smile graced his face. But it disappeared being quickly replaced by a frown, she froze as he grabbed onto her arm.
He curled himself around her and she knew she wouldn't be able to move from this spot, not until morning.
She sighed and he pulled her down harshly, she bit her lip to keep from yelping. She knew this behavior was common in patients who had tragic ordeals, but she didn't expect this from him.
She certainly didn't expect him to pull her against his chest and rest his chin on her shoulder. It just didn't add up, it shouldn't be happening. This was uchiha itachi! She thought indignantly as she fought to control her blush.
She felt her face flame any way and she knew if she was to be of any use she was to sleep, even if she didn't like where she was. Her eyes drifted shut and everything went numb before she was enveloped in blackness.