She was waiting anxiously for the blonde to return, getting up from her bed and pacing around the small cell. When a different man came over and threw a bloody heap on the ground, she felt rage build up inside her. She stuffed the feeling deep inside her mind, focusing on the bleeding blonde instead. Crouching down, she examined him and winced. He had been tortured to an extreme length. The jacket and shirt were torn and he had multiple slashes on his arms and chest. A fatal looking gash on his abdomen was oozing blood at an alarming rate. She gently lifted him up, holding his head in one hand, and removing his jacket with the other. She was going to have to tear the shirt in the middle once she laid him down.
She had never been more grateful for her martial arts skills. If she wasn't as fit from all the training, she wouldn't have been able to lift the blonde from the ground. She gently laid him on his bed, trying not to aggravate the cut on his stomach. After laying him down, she tore his flimsy shirt through the middle, carefully removing it from where it had gotten stuck inside cuts. After she was done with that, she went over to her own bed, and started tearing her blanket into smaller pieces so she could use them as bandages. Thank god the fabric was worn out and thin, or she wouldn't have been able to do anything at all. She needed to close the gash on the stomach, but she didn't have anything to remove the blood with or sew the wound shut.
A sudden voice cut through the tearing sounds.
"Oi, girlie." She moved her gaze to the cell opposite of hers. A hand holding a cup was extended through the bars. "Take it. It ain't much but ya can clean his wound a lil' bit." She nodded gratefully and walked over to the bars, extending her hand and barely managing to reach the cup's handle. There was water inside, which she could use to clean some of the blood from the wound before she sewed it shut. The torn pieces of sheet had threads sticking out of them and she could use one for the sewing. Now all she needed was a needle. Green eyes frantically glanced around the room, and landed on her pillow.
She turned it around and found what she had been looking for. A safety pin. She took it out and walked over to the bars. She only needed the needle, so she bent the pin as much as she could and started slamming it and grinding it against the bars. After what seemed like forever, the needle got separated from the rest of the pin's parts. She poured the water from the cup on a piece of fabric, and cleaned the blood around the cut as much as she could. After that she pulled a thread out of one of the torn sheets, put it through the improvised needle after she cleaned it too, and started carefully closing the wound.
She hadn't wanted to become a doctor but she was more than grateful she had learned the basics. She used the clean parts of the damp fabric to clean some of the other cuts and then grabbed the thinner and longer pieces of torn sheet to use as bandages. Carefully lifting Naruto into a sitting position and mindful of his wound, she leaned him on the wall and quickly bandaged his whole torso. After laying him down, she bandaged his arms and walked towards her own bed. She sat on it and leaned on the wall, watching the now kind of normalized rise and fall of the blonde's chest. He was alive, though barely. She closed her eyes and hoped someone would come soon.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Suigetsu asked, as they stopped in front of the prison. The raven shook his head and got out of the car.
"I'll take care of this myself. You just take Ibiki to the hospital." The white haired man nodded, moved to the driver's seat, and took off. The raven flicked his gaze towards the guard booth, and saw Smith sitting in his chair in an uncomfortable looking position, head resting on his small desk and arms dangling at his sides. Walking briskly to the booth, the Uchiha checked for a pulse and when he found one, he left the guard there and walked towards the prison. The man was probably just sedated but Sasuke took out his phone and called for an ambulance. He hoped only Smith would need it.
Walking over to the door, he pushed it and was surprised when it opened. He knew that Danzō could have easily opened it but his mind flashed to Mamoru. He had given the man the key. He shook his head, and entered the silent building. Indecision gripped him. Should he check if Mamoru was here, or go and find Naruto? He stood there for a while, the silence in the room suffocating him, and turned towards the elevator. He took it and went down.
He walked out of the elevator, gun in hand. Kisame may have said that Danzō would be gone by now, but he didn't want to risk it. He didn't know in which room the blonde would be, or if he even was here, so he started checking them one by one. He was one room away from Naruto's usual one. He heard the handle of the room's door creak, and when he peeked inside he froze. One of the chairs, the one where the prisoner (Naruto) would sit in, was covered in blood. He backed away from the room, letting the door slam shut, and slid down the wall.
Images flashed through his head, snapping from a laughing blonde to a grave with a familiar name on it. He frantically shook his head, and got up on shaky legs. He would not accept it until he saw proof himself. Naruto couldn't be dead. He ran towards the stairs this time, taking two at a time to the prison cells floors. Opening the door there, he sprinted towards the last cells, where the blonde's one was located. He stopped in front of Naruto's cell, panting, and felt his shoulders sag in relief. The blonde was lying there, bandaged and probably severely injured, but he could see the rise and fall of his chest. Naruto was alive. He quickly searched through his coat, finding the spare key for the cell and opening it.
He barely managed to dodge a punch aimed at his face, and caught the second one. Green eyes that blazed like hellfire bore through him, and a low growl passed through the pink haired girl's lips.
"What the fuck did you do to Naruto? Why are you showing your face here after what happened? I barely saved his life, goddammit! I fucking trusted you, too! I..." She let out an angry sob, too shaken up to continue her rant. She had been banging her free hand on his chest the whole time, and he let her take her anger out. After she was relatively calm, he released her wrist and she walked over to her bed, sitting down and hugging herself as if to keep all of her feelings from flooding out all at once. The Uchiha sighed and when she didn't respond to him calling her name, he grabbed her shoulders and made him look at her, shaking her gently.
"Look at me, Sakura. Do you really think I'd do something as gruesome as this? I wasn't here when this happened. I wasn't the one who did this to Naruto. I could stay here and explain everything to you, but right now Naruto is bleeding and dying. I promise you, once he's taken care of I'll come back and explain everything to you." The blonde's condition seemed to snap the woman out of her state, and she nodded, getting up and brushing the corners of her eyes where tears were starting to appear. He looked at the blonde and dread filled his stomach. Naruto looked as pale as a ghost, a tough achievement when his skin wasn't even pale. He touched his hand. It was cold but not like the hand of a dead person. They still had time, however limited it was.
The ambulance arrived and he had to lock up Sakura and leave with the blonde. He promised the pink haired girl again that he would update her on the blonde's condition as soon as he could. A grateful but wary look was shot his way, before he followed the nurses and climbed into the ambulance.
They reached the hospital in no time. The blonde was immediately rushed into the emergency room, and Sasuke had to sit in one of the chairs in front of it. The doctor in charge gave him a quick nod before marching into the room. Sasuke managed to hear the beginning of an order, before the voices were muffled by the closed door. A nurse came to ask him about the injuries, and if he was okay, but he sent her away after reassuring her and showing her his police badge. She understood the situation and thankfully left him alone, going inside the room too. The Uchiha slumped into his chair. He had been holding the blonde's hand until they pulled him inside the room. It was colder than before.
At the same time, the police department's main building was in chaos. Shimura Danzō, along with a number of men, was found tied up in front of the building. The cameras only showed masked men, all the same height and with the same figures, dumping Danzō and his underlings in front of the building. Unidentifiable. Along with the men, a box with a letter on top was also there. The letter read as follows:
To Sarutobi Hiruzen, Leader of the Police Department,
This man is a criminal you hadn't known about, since you thought he was one of your own. I captured him for you. In the box there are folders with information on all of his crimes and subordinates. If you still do not believe me, look under the bookshelf inside his house.
-Uchiha Itachi