AN: Allright, this chapie is now up.. In case anyone wants to know.. it was sort of inspired by "Is love enough" by RyanDan…. Brilliant men, love them to death… yeah… gives me hope for life.. but also shows the sadness that we all share. T^T ahhhhh *sniffles* enjoy!
He's alone, the hospital was quiet. Nothing to hear except the slow hum of the mashines beside his bed. The lights were mostly off, even the hallways seemed dark. Sasuke realized that this place was much creepier and gloomy in the night, with no people bustling around. And no drugs to keep him sleepy enough to stay in bed.
He slowly brought one leg over the side and then another, the sheets tangled in his leg and dropped to the ground as well. He didn't think to pick them up; slowly standing and testing his strength. He realized with a sigh that he could walk, albeit slowly, rather, shuffle along. Which is just what he decided to do. Go exploring.
He felt his strength return with each step. This was good, if by the end of this he deems himself ready he'll slip out unnoticed and fuck the blonde.
He passed many doors, its occupants either covered behind the curtains or sleeping deeply.
He heard a whimper. Two doors ahead of him, a small whine… a child.
His eyes widened and he almost ran to the sound. His sore side acted up just then and it was lucky he was close. Stumbling into the room and grabbing the door frame he looked around, honing on the sound coming from behind a curtain. He shuffled as fast as he could forward and ripped the curtain back.
The child was sitting up in bed, shivering. Its head was covered in bandages. Sasuke instinctively looked up to the child's eyes. They too were covered, and by the shape of the bandage, there were no eyes behind it.
A torrent of emotions tore through him. He wanted to be sick, he could feel his stomach rising. This brought back so may emotions… so many unnecessary thoughts that he had forgotten he had.
He sat tentatively on the edge, ignoring the pain that protested the uncomfortable position. He touched the small arm lightly, the child turned to him, arm reaching out, scared.
"It's dark…I'm scared…"
The small whisper brought prickling sensations to his eyes. He blinked away quickly.
He didn't know how to react; the first thing that came to him was to wrap his arms around the frail body. The child was so thin… he could feel every rib under the hospital gown. He couldn't tell if it was a boy or girl.
He didn't speak, just held, rocking the small body gently, he could feel his stich giving out, and he felt the warm line making its way down his side. The pain throbbed, making him grate his teeth.
He couldn't let go, not now. He couldn't…
"Thirsty…"
The one command had him up in a second, grateful to be released from the strenuous mental pain. He walked to the tap and filled a paper cup with cool water. Returning to the bed, he held the cup to the cracked lips, a small hand coming over his. Sasuke's other going behind the child's head and very gently letting him know that it supported…
The child drank it all, and Sasuke helped him lay down, arranging the covers over the twigs for arms. As he was walking to throw out the cup, the board attached to the bed caught his eye. "Darien" a boy then…
He came around again, and took the small hand in his, the boy returned the touch, his grip surprisingly strong. Sasuke looked around him, not really seeing. He recognized the button Naruto pushed, he reached out and pressed, knowing it worked as the grip became faint, the breathing more stable…
He was asleep…
"What happened to him?"
"Car accident…then fire." Naruto answered as he heaved himself out of the chair beside the door and came closer. He realized that the situation was delicate. He didn't know how to deal with those…
"I'm not always…tactful Sasuke…I'm sorry…" he trailed off, not knowing what he was really apologizing for; knowing he needed to hear himself say it.
The raven looked at him then, a flick of understanding passed between them, shaded by the long hair covering most of Sasuke's face.
"He'll live… I've arranged for an operation… they'll heal him…" his voice quivered again… he didn't know what to say.
"He'll be blind?"
"Yes…"
"His parents?"
"Only the father…"
Sasuke nodded in understanding. Not trusting himself to speak. A thought hit him. "An operation is expensive…"
"I'm paying for it."
Sasuke looked at him fully then, moving his hair aside. "Why?"
Naruto shrugged. "Need there be a reason?"
"Yes…"
Naruto rolled his eyes, "My Aunt runs this hospital… naturally she'd help out if she could, but this guy is a special case… he needs to go overseas… I want him to lead as normal a life as he can… the mistakes made buy his parents were not his…"
"Why are you here?"
"I couldn't sleep… and I like the quiet peacefulness of the place…"
Sasuke made to get up, he wanted to tell him he had never seen anyone do what he did… for anyone… but he fell to the floor with a hiss, gripping his side.
He had forgotten about his pain, and now it returned threefold. He cursed himself for stupidity and showing weakness in front of this man. Yes, he decided that Naruto was quite possibly the most strange person he had ever seen. An asshole, yes, but there was something there…
He didn't have the strength to think as another wave of pain washed over him. He didn't feel being picked up or carried so when he was placed gently on his own bed he gasped.
"Don't move."
He obeyed, the pain was too much for him to have the strength to argue.
Naruto took the flimsy nightgown off, and looked at the damage done. It wasn't big, the stitches were still in place, but he was bleeding a bit. Naruto supposed that it was because the wound was deep. He ran the cloth with alcohol over it gently, his eyes flicked to Sasuke tensing his jaw as he did so. He smiled at the determination of the raven not to show himself weak.
He applied cream that would help with a faster healing and numb the pain. He didn't want him on strong painkillers again, they were leaving tomorrow and he wanted Sasuke at least half awake. Work needed to be done on him.
He allowed himself to look at the body he was working on. He found it pleasing, pale, especially in comparison to his dark complexion. But attractive. The man was light from malnutrition and hard life, but he had a layer of compact, lean muscles that were proof that he needed to work in order to keep safe. Naruto was sure that once Sasuke started to work on himself, he would quickly become a hit with the ladies.
He looked up, a bit alarmed when he realized that Sasuke stopped moving or making any sounds. Was he asleep?
The dark pools that met his told him otherwise.
Sasuke stared in shock as Naruto started to nonchalantly run his finger along his stomach, and upon inspecting the blonde's face, Sasuke was sure that he had totally zoned out. The blue eyes were fixed on his navel, and yet he seemed to be looking through him…
And that hand… it was driving him crazy, a hot trail followed the digits every movement, quivering for more touch… he had never been touched like that by another… never just for the hell of it… His reactions were strong, and he was mortified by that.
He needed the blonde to stop.
"Naruto."
The quiet whisper snapped him out of it instantly. The hand disappearing, eyes a bit wide, too open for the guarded expression he had every time Sasuke saw him.
It hit him then, that expression the blonde was now wearing… He is not much older than I am… And those eyes… so lost, so sad…
The regular Naruto was back in an instant, a bit dishreveled by what he had done, by what he had allowed, but he was back nonetheless. And Sasuke realized that he would never bring up that lapse in character…
"Ill pick you up tomorrow."
Sasuke nodded that he understood, closing his eyes and sighing in relief.
"Oh and Sasuke?" the blonde added peeking back in.
"Hn."
"try not to hurt yourself until I return ok?"
He didn't grace him with an answer, but he heard him chuckling down the hall and out of sight.
AN: ok… I won't say much here… please comment? Ill have the next chappie out soon! I promise!