Here's another drabble written for the weekly LJ contest. I'm not going to lie, this is a weird one.

Painkillers

Kakashi Hatake couldn't be sure what was real and what was not anymore. The medication that Tsunade had put him on was reported to have side effects of hallucinations and delirium, and it was just his luck that he should react unusually strongly to it. Perhaps this was divine retribution for trying to sneak out of the hospital so many times during his stay. Now that he was constantly feeling like he was seeing the world through a fun house mirror, he wasn't apt to get very far. The fact they had strapped him to the hospital bed might have been a factor in his recently compliant nature as well.

He had been lucky to escape with his life after facing one of Pein's many bodies in the recent Akatsuki attack. Many of his comrades had not fared so well. Though Konoha had survived, rebuilding what had been destroyed would take a while, and the same went for Kakashi's own body. His bones had mended for the most part, but even with the aid of Sakura's superior healing skills, the road to recovery would be long and painful.

That was what the medication was for, to help with the pain. He supposed it was working because he was so drugged up that he couldn't even feel his toes, let alone know if any pain existed in them. Every day was a surreal blur with passing moments of clarity and he longed to be lucid once more, not only so he could get the hell out of this hospital, but also so he could help rebuild Konoha. He also missed reading his Icha Icha.

He turned his head to gaze at the IV needed in his arm that slowly pumped the evil liquid into his veins. The bag of liquid pain killer sat on a pole by his bed, already half empty, and he watched in wonder as the tubing between the bag and his arm transformed into a thin snake, scales a vibrant yellow green that shimmered under the fluorescent lights as it slithered toward him, propelling itself forward to disappear into his arm, and distorting his flesh as it moved under his skin. He could feel it crawling, feel its cold scales against his sweating skin, feel it shifting and sliding just beneath the surface of his arm. It kept crawling and crawling, up his bicep, up his neck and along his cheek and he was sure it was going to take up residence in his brain while his hands were strapped to his sides, leaving him helpless to fight in his weakened condition.

But just as suddenly as the vision came, it was gone, leaving him alone once again in his room. He had dozens of hallucinations just like this every day. Sometimes they were frightening, sometimes they weren't. Sometimes they were haunting, the faces of the people he couldn't save coming back to revisit him, asking him why he didn't do more to help them when they needed him most.

There were times when he had woken up screaming or laughing, even his dreams providing no solace from his waking dementia. Sometimes, he was lucky enough to envision sexual fantasies, characters from Icha Icha coming to life right before his eyes. Once, he even saw Sakura before him, as naked as the day she was born and looking absolutely glorious as she took his vitals, wrote in his chart and then left. Later he had discovered that she had indeed been in his room doing all those things, only she had been dressed in her uniform at the time. His brain had merely made educated guesses as to what she would look like in the nude and even though it hadn't been his intention to be perverted, that image of her stayed in his mind even when he was thinking clearly.

Suddenly, the sliding door to his room opened, changing for a moment to a giant curtain of ramen noodles being eaten away by a hundred tiny, ravenous Narutos before the shaking of his head cleared the image away.

"Good evening Kakashi-san," came a pretty female voice, and Kakashi had to pull his eyes away from the fish swimming on the ceiling to look at his visitor. He couldn't trust his eyes anymore but it seemed that Ino Yamanaka had come to check on him, dressed like the other nurses in their crisp, white, button-up dresses, although Ino seemed to like to wear hers a little shorter and tighter than most.

"Hello Ino," he said, hoping he wasn't talking to illusions again. Both Naruto and Sakura had caught him having cordial conversations with the tree outside his window which he could have sworn it to be Iruka-sensei at the time.

"How are you tonight?" she asked as she took his pulse, placing two fingers on his wrist while watching the clock on the wall.

"I've been better," he admitted, discovering that the ceiling had shifted from a sea of fish to a sea of naked female bodies, all writhing and moaning as if in the middle of orgasm. "The IV turned into a snake today."

"Did it?" she asked, seeming not in the least bit surprised as she wrapped a cuff around his forearm to take his blood pressure. "What else did you see?"

Her bland response had become common among the nurses that saw him regularly. He had been hallucinating for over a week now and his bizarre stories had lost some of their shock value.

He continued to look at the ceiling, watching as a slender brunette began to go down on a rather busty red head, burying her face between her partner's legs and lapping furiously as the red haired woman let out a sensual moan of pleasure. Did Ino really want to know what he was seeing?

"There's a lesbian orgy on my ceiling," he announced, eyes following the movements of a black haired girl straddling a petite blonde's face, grinding her hips as the girl below pleasured her with her tongue.

His statement made Ino pause, her pen poised on the paper mid sentence as she fixed him with turquoise eyes.

"Is that so?" she asked while Kakashi continued to watch the ceiling.

"Yes," he said, surveying the scene of a pair of twins engaged in the position he liked to call the sixty-nine. "I think it's because I can't read my Icha Icha. My brain is trying to compensate."

Even as he spoke, he could feel himself hardening inside his loose drawstring pants. The hospital had been kind enough to let him wear his traditional blank tank with attached mask instead of those horrendously flimsy paper gowns. His face was still covered and fortunately, his penis was too, although the growing tent in his pants was still quite noticeable.

"Do you think sexual depravity is causing your hallucinations?" Ino mused, setting down her clipboard and picking up a thermometer to stick under his tongue.

"Possibly…and I told Tsunade, I don't do thermometers."

"Ah," she said in understanding, realizing she would have to expose his face to get a reading. "Well, I could always stick this somewhere else."

"No," he answered pointedly, glancing back up at the ceiling to find his harem of women was gone. His erection however, was not.

"I'll tell you what," Ino said, putting her hands on her hips. "If I help you with your problem, will you let me take your temperature?"

Kakashi's eyes flicked back to her, suddenly intrigued.

"Are you going to read Icha Icha to me?" he asked hopefully, trying to ignore the parade of dancing clowns that had suddenly appeared behind her.

"No," she replied, her smile turning wicked. "I was thinking of a more…direct approach."

The clowns had finished their march and left for the day, but as soon as they were gone, he was sure another vision began, for Ino began to unbutton her uniform from top to bottom, revealing a lacy white bra and matching thong that made his cock twitch inside his pants.

This could not be real.

"If I give you a little satisfaction, you'll give me a temperature reading. Deal?"

Ordinarily, Kakashi would have said hell no. Getting it on with girls who were barely legal wasn't really his thing. He preferred women who were at least a within a decade of his own age, but seeing those pale creamy breasts in that lacy push up bra certainly wasn't helping his erection, and besides, this certainly wasn't really happening anyway, so what did it matter. In all honesty, he was a little curious to see what his drugged brain was going to cook up.

"Alright, fine," he relented, watching as she shed her dress and walked over to the bed.

She leaned over him and pulled his cock, out of his pants, causing him to gasp. She certainly felt real enough. He could feel her cool fingers wrap around the heated flesh of his shaft, pumping up and down slowly as she reached her other hand between her legs to rub her own sex.

Kakashi wasn't sure what to make of the fact that Ino seemed quite tangible as she began to jerk him off, but then again, giant trees had just begun to sprout out of the ground, growing almost instantaneously into a full grown forest before flickering out of existence. He supposed there were stranger things he could imagine than the attractive Yamanaka girl giving him a hand job.

"Mmm," she cooed apparently finding his aroused state satisfactory as she climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips. "It's been a while since I've had a man. It's a good thing we can help each other out like this, isn't it?"

He was about to correct her, telling her she had in fact suggested this so she could take his temperature but then she tugged the cups of her bra up, revealing rosy pink nipples and Kakashi decided his didn't care what his delirium constructed as justification.

The blonde medic reached for his shaft with one hand while the other tugged the crotch of her panties to the side to reveal her clean shaven sex and pink, fleshy folds already glistening with arousal.

Without a word, she raised her hips and pushing them back down on his cock, impaling herself to the hilt.

Kakashi let out a sharp cry, not expecting his hallucination to feel so real. He could feel her pussy squeeze him as she began to bounce up and down, her hands cupping her own breasts to mold the soft globes into her palms while pinching erect nipples between her fingers. She was moaning softly, murmuring words about how hard he was and how good it felt having him inside her. Her pretty face was half obscured by the blonde bangs she always let hang in her face, but from what he could see, she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

She continued to fondle her own breasts, riding him with increasing enthusiasm. She felt hot and wet and tight around him, inner walls flexing with every thrust, and though it felt just as real as any other time he'd had sex, he still believed it to be an illusion, just like the countless eyes that had suddenly appeared on the walls, irises in assorted colors and sizes, all watching the pony-tailed woman ride Kakashi mercilessly while he was helplessly strapped to the bed.

A blink of his eyes made them go away, but Ino remained, flushed and needy and he let out a groan as he felt his own body prepare for release, already on the edge after not having sex for so long.

"Oh fuck," she chanted softly. "Oh fuck, oh fuck! Yes, Kakashi!"

Abandoning her breasts, she leaned forward, bracing her hands on his clothed chest to give herself leverage as she began to bounce even harder, slamming her hips down to make sure he thrust inside her as deep as possible.

"I'm going to come," she panted, gazing down at him heatedly, her eyes hazy turquoise slits half hidden by dark lashes. "Oh yes, I'm coming!"

Kakashi watched in aroused fascination as her back arched and her body shook. Her abdominal muscles contracted sharply, coinciding with the delicious sensation of her slick pussy clenching around him as she found her release. As she moaned, brightly colored flowers bloomed all over her, opening up as if greeting the morning sun. Pink petals emerged from her left nipple, a purple one at her throat, yellow on her stomach. Even her right eye was fertile ground for a large red flower.

And then he was coming, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut as he poured his seed into her in a several pulsations of pure ecstasy. When he opened his eyes again, the flowers were gone. The only thing left was Ino watching him with a very smug look on her face.

"That's just what the doctor ordered…for both of us," she sighed, leaning forward to tug town his mask. Before he could protest, her tongue was in his mouth, tangling with his and giving him a taste of the sweat of her skin and the sweet tang of her lip gloss.

She was pulling away before his lust hazed mind could register what was happening, bright eyes gazing at his face appreciatively before tugging his mask back over his face.

"I can see why you keep it covered," she noted as she rolled off of him, adjusting her bra and panties before tucking him back inside his pants. "A face like that would have every woman in Konoha all over you."

Kakashi tried to divide his attention between watching Ino get dressed and watching a giraffe eat the leaves off the tree outside his window. The medic walked to the door and gave him a wink before leaving with her clipboard, apparently taking the giraffe with her because when he looked again, the tall creature was gone. However, the orgy of women was back on the ceiling. It figured he wouldn't be able to cure illusions with more illusions, even if it had felt damn real. Come to think of it, the kunoichi had never taken his temperature. Apparently his imperfect psyche had forgotten that part of the deal before sending her away. Oh well.

He resigned himself to watching the writhing mass of feminine bodies above him, although after that last illusion, he wasn't so affected, manhood remaining soft after his recent, imagined activities.

XXXXX

Ino was walking briskly down the hall when she bumped into Sakura who was heading the way she had just come from.

"Hey Forehead, where are you off to?" the blonde asked.

"I was just going to check on Kakashi before my shift ends. I want to see how he's doing."

"Oh," Ino said with a smile, offering her the clipboard she carried. "I just came from there. Here's his chart. He seems fine but he's been having a lot of weird dreams. Your sensei sure is a pervert."

Sakura sighed with a shake of her head.

"The sooner he's off that pain killer, the better. He's been hallucinating so much lately that the poor man doesn't know what's real and what's not."

"Isn't that the truth?" Ino said with a smile.

The pink haired medic was just about to walk away when she stopped, looking at her friend carefully.

"Hey Pig, your uniform is crooked."

"What?" Ino said, looking down to see that her uniform was indeed buttoned askew. "Oh, silly me. I was in a rush this morning when I put it on. Thanks for telling me."

The two women parted ways, Sakura to visit her ex sensei, and Ino to the ladies room to fix both her uniform, and her panties that were now soaked through and sticky with cum. Perhaps it would be better to go without them for the rest of the day.