Story: The Reanimations of Hinata

Chapter: 02 || A Visit

It's been four days since I've woken up from my "coma"—I'm pretty convinced that everyone is lying to me and that I've only been out cold for at least a few hours at least. Though I'm feeling fine… aside from the crappy food and how oily and gross my hair is becoming from not taking a shower. Ew. My hands rested on my pale grey, wrinkled hospital gown.

I tried to focus my eyes as I looked up at the television. It was some talk show and a Korean girl group… was it 21 or 2ne1? I'm not sure since Naruto walked in carrying a bowl of takeout ramen and wooden chopsticks. On the side of the bag it read: ICHIRAKU. That name rang a bell, meh, it was probably some restaurant I've been to before.

"Babe—I mean, Hinata…" Naruto gave me forced smile as he took the bed tray and set the food on there. "I brought you some ramen. I'm pretty sure you've grown pretty tired of this disgusting hospital food."

I looked up at him with widened eyes and a small smile. I felt sorry for him—something must be stressing him out so much. His usual bright sky-blue eyes were now encircled in dark circles, he had stubble on his face, and his tan skin seems to be getting lighter and lighter… I'm pretty sure he'll end up looking like a hollow, sickly pale remnant of who he was in no time.

I sat up in my bed as I took the chopsticks. Before I decided to dig in, I stared at him deeply. I saw him swallow hard, as though he were choking back on words in which he ever so wanted to speak.

"Talk to me. Tell what's bothering you," I said as I began to dig in. I kept my eyes focused on the bowl of steaming miso ramen.

He sat down on the foot of my bed and sighed. I glanced up for a second. His blue eyes bored into mine. I felt frozen, as though that very stare told me I was cause of this haggard state he's in. I breathed in deeply to calm myself. Then he said almost in a whisper you'd think that if he spoke up, it would harm the most fragile thing out there: "You."

Did I do something wrong? With the all the sadness in his eyes, I started to feel completely guilty even though I wasn't sure as to what I've done.

"What did—?" I began but was interrupted.

"I'm an idiot. You've made me realize how much of an idiot I am," he chuckled. How the edges of his lips were pulled upwards into a smirk… it seemed as though he were sort of enjoying all the pain and stress he was put through, like a complete masochist.

I couldn't rack my brain for any sort of reply. I was at a complete loss for words. What should I say? What should I do? I lifted my free hand and tried to reach for his shoulder but he stiffened then suddenly got up and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Naruto hung his head low, focusing on his worn-out Converse as though they were the most interesting thing in the world. Looking down at my half-empty bowl, my hand retreated and rested on my lap.

"Please, don't. I just came to tell you that you can rest easy now since your doctor and nurses say that you're free to go tomorrow. I have to warn you, school's going to be a drag... You've missed so much. Uh—alright then. I'll see you," he said with a final grin as he walked out of my hospital room.

The phrase… "You've missed so much"—was there more to that than what I perceived or am I just overthinking things?

A/N: I'm back after months. And I've decided to finish what I've started. However the format for a big chunk this story is going to be very short and fragmented almost. Most of the chapters will be in Hinata's point of view. And I'm sorry if I'm to disappoint with these tiresomely short updates! But please bear with me!