Kiba was halfway out the door when he thought that Naruto may also need a change of clothes, so he went back into his room and found some jeans and a T-shirt that he guessed to be about the boy's size. He put them in a plastic bag and headed back to the hospital.
He got to the lobby, went into the elevator, and pushed the button for the third floor. When he got out he found the nurse from last night getting ready to leave the nurse's station.
"Hey, baby. How's your friend feeling this morning," she asked.
"Don't know," he replied, "he was asleep when I left a couple of hours ago."
"Oh, well tell him that I hope he feels better, sweety."
"I will."
She went inside the elevator and waved goodbye as the doors closed. Kiba made his way down the hallway to 312. He could hear someone's TV on in one of the other rooms. It sounded like a bad action movie from the '80s.
'People are still sleeping, jerk.' He thought to himself.
As he got closer to Naruto's room, the sound got louder.
'Don't tell me that that's coming from his room.' He sighed heavily.
When he reached the door of the room, the sound was at is peak. He sighed again before opening the door. The bed was empty, 'he must be in the bathroom,' he thought. He put the plastic bag on the chair and found the remote and pointed it at the TV only to find that it was off. 'That's weird, sounded like it was coming from this room.' He put the remote down on top of the bed. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that there was a black sports jacket on the floor next to the bed.
'Who's is this?'
He heard a loud crash.
'That's not from a TV. It sounded like it came from the bathroom.'
"Naruto, are you okay?" he asked.
There was another loud crash. Kiba knocked. "Naruto, I'm coming in," he said.
He slowly opened the door to find that the shower curtain was mostly on the floor, the carpet was in an odd opsition and the mirror was broken. After a fraction of a second, all of Kiba's questions were answered. There was a man, reeking of booze, in the bathroom shouting at a blond huddled in the corner.
"How could you do this to me, you faggot?!" Naruto's father yelled.
"Hey, get out of here!" Kiba yelled.
Mr.Uzumaki turned on Kiba and hit him in the face with his broad fist. "No one asked you, faggot!" He could smell his breath halfway across the room, he was clearly drunk. The pastor returned his attention to the blonde and continued to hit him. Kiba got up and charged at the man, slamming him into the wall. The taller man retaliated immediately, shoving Kiba into the mirror. Naruto, all the while, huddled in a corner, helpless and clearly crying.
Kiba got off of the glass covered floor to see that this time, the man wasn't going to count him out like he had before. He had put his foot down hard on Kiba's ribcage. Kiba grabbed his stomach in pain. The next kick was right ontop of his back, which sent him rolling across the floor, collecting deep cuts, and ending up on his stomach. Naruto's father turned Kiba over, sat on his chest, and grabbed his throat. Kiba tried desperately to get the man off of him, but he was just too heavy. Out of the corner of his eye he spied a piece of glass, big enough to use as a weapon. He picked it up and thrust it into the man's liver.
He rolled off of Kiba with a shriek of pain and onto the floor.
"Get out of here, Naruto!" Kiba yelled. The blonde looked up, confused. "I said go!" Naruto stood up and ran out of the room and into the hallway. The piece of glass was making a deep cut into his hand. He could see the purple gooey blood from his vein, and he was starting to lose feeling in his hand. But, he didn't care. This guy tried to hurt Naruto, and there was no way he was going to give him a chance to do it again. He brought the glass to the man's massive neck, ready to slit it open. Naruto's father stared at Kiba with anger in his eyes, but all of the will to fight gone.
"You're both going to Hell, you faggots," the man yelled.
"Well, if people like me and Naruto are going to be there, then I don't mind so much," and with that he punched the man in the side of head, effectively knocking him unconscious.
A security guard came in the room, took one look at the mess in the bathroom, and gasped.
He was still enraged, and not paying attention to the man in the blue uniform. The security guard came and tried to gently life Kiba off of the man's chest, but he wouldn't let him. It took several minutes before Kiba calmed down enough to even realize that there was someone else in the room.
"Give me the glass, son." A second guard held out his hand. Kiba looked up at him, then back down at the man he had pinned to the floor. He could put an end to all of Naruto's suffering right then and there, and he would have, had he not seen the boy in the hallway, his gown and face stained red, and his eyes filled with tears. He got up off the man's chest, gave the guard the glass, and watched as they rolled the unconscious drunk onto his back and put handcuffs on him.
The nurse from the night before, who he thought had left, was out in the hallway waiting with a kit and a bed for Kiba.
"Let me see your hand, honey." She said in the same sweet voice she had used the previous night, only this time, worried and nervous. Kiba showed her the bleeding mass that he was pretty confident was his hand. "Alright, let's get you cleaned up." She led Kiba down the hall to room 320. She put him on the bed and pulled up a stool. She put the kit on the floor and his hand on her lap. She took some gauze and blotted the blood. He could see the bone in his palm, it really was deep. The nurse stitched it up and gave him some pills for the pain she assured him he would have.
"You were fighting a man twice your size on a floor covered in glass. Believe me, you won't regret taking these." She got him in a gown and put him in the bed.
"I don't need to be in the hospital," he insisted firmly.
"Don't worry, it'll just be for a day or two. You'll be able to go home then." He didn't care about going home. He cared about being with Naruto. Partly because he wanted to make sure he was okay, but also because he wanted to be with him.
The nurse left with the promise that she'd be back in a few hours to check in on him. Shortly thereafter, an orderly rolled a bed into the room. Kiba looked at him curiously. 'What is he doing?' he thought. He put the bed right next to Kiba's and started to hook up various medical equipment.
His question was answered when a small, blonde-haired boy entered the room. He had bandages all over his face from where he had been hit before Kiba had gotten there. The orderly had finished hooking up all the equipment and left.
The longer the silence went on, the more awkward it got. What was he supposed to say? 'I saved your life so please fuck me?' The silence remained unbroken, but Naruto's upper body moved closer to Kiba. The blonde's face came within inches of his own.
'I'm going to kiss him,' he realized. He prepared himself, only to see Naruto's face go next to his to study the settings on the bed. He turned a knob and returned to his original position next to the bed.
"It gets cold at night, that should help keep you warm," he smiled.
A small, "thanks," was all that Kiba could muster...