Day two Asylum
A/n: Day two… even if I might have written this 5th or something like that… my brain is unable to go in any sort of actual order. Trigger warning for mentions of mental illness, and suicide (though not explicitly stated it's implied).
Summary: Sasuke's back but he's not the same.
She was visiting again, she was his doctor, and she had to check in on him every few days. She took a deep breath before unlocking the door and entering his rooms. He was sitting in the corner rocking.
"Sasuke." She spoke and wild eyes met her in return. She replaced the tray of food with a fresh one and sat at the chair by the door. He half walked half crawled to the tray watching her with a measured stare as he ate.
"How are you today?" she asked and he didn't reply for a long time.
"It hurts."
"What hurts?" she asked but didn't get an answer for another several minutes. His hands scraped along his neck where the curse mark laid.
"Do you want me to look at it?" she asked and dodged the bowl that was launched at her head her eyes wide with fear. He would do this… he would try to attack her she never got angry with him, she never yelled at him. She let it happen, let it work itself out.
"No." the reply was a low dangerous growl and she resumed her position in the chair by the door.
"Then how can I make the pain go away."
"Kill me." It would have been a startling reply to anyone else the way his now red eyes bore into her soul.
"You know I cannot, I will not, do that." She told him and it was met with another growl.
This was how most meetings went; she'd stay there for at least one meal making sure he ate, making sure medications were ingested through the food. Some days were worse, some days better.
The next day was a better day. They talked, he didn't throw anything, he didn't growl, he let her close, let her seal the mark just a little more, let her look at his eyes. He asked that she not go so she stayed. Stayed for long hours until he drifted off into a restless sleep. That was when she left not knowing who would meet her when he awoke.
Several days later and it was far worse. She entered and he launched himself at her like a coiled spring. She fought him off, called for backup, was given a needle and injected it into him. Slowly the grip around her neck loosened she panted, coughed, and left.
Naruto was there, he looked at her worriedly as she sat against the outside of the door and healed her bruising skin.
"I'm fine." She lied her world had started going back yet that hadn't been the worst. The worst one was when his curse mark came out, sedatives did very little against him then.
She stayed away for a few days, a way that he would know what he did was wrong. She came back he was nice, he apologized seemed to know. But that was Sasuke… not the other one.
She hadn't come up with a name for the other person that seemed to embody the man that she once loved. There was Sasuke, who would talk, even with few words, he wouldn't attack her. Then there was the other one. She hadn't come up with a name, and he hadn't offered one… it seemed like two polar opposites.
This continued week after week… month after month… year after year. Many scars along her skin from his attacks. Many tears along her cheeks from her broken sobs.
This was a good day. She was healing his eyes which had been bleeding.
"Sakura…" he spoke and she made a sound for him to continue. "Thank you, for everything." He took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry for all I've done." She hadn't realized she had been crying until his hand wiped the tears away to which she jumped at the touch. His hand retracted as though it burned, this time it didn't.
"It's ok…" she offered wiping her own face with the sleeve of her medic coat. "Not your fault…" she added.
The next week was a bad week, the whole week. He had to be strapped down, he had to be sedated. They had found him clawing at the walls blood on them, blood on him, where it came from no one knew for certain. His eyes continued to bleed so many from there. His skin covered in gashes caused by his own hands just scratching against the skin.
Sakura was sitting next to his bed, new room, bigger window, she thought it'd help. She was feeding him and he'd reject half of what she offered. It was a bad week.
Next several were fine, they weren't good, but they weren't as bad.
She resigned herself to the fact that this was Sasuke now. He wasn't the same; he was hardly as she remembered, there were less good days, more bad days, as he descended into madness.
Naruto tried to visit, Sasuke tried to kill. Sakura tried to calm, they all were bleeding by the end.
Madness claimed him after a few years… their hadn't been any good days for a long time… only ok days… only bad days. No more good days.
She still sobbed when he passed; still felt her heart breaking as the blood just pooled on the ground. As she tried to save him. It didn't work. He had gone too far, done too much to himself. How she didn't know at the time… she had walked in and saw blood. His blood. All over the floor. She struggled to save him the others trying to help but they knew, as she did. He was gone. He had died. The madness had claimed too much.
There was a funeral attended by those who knew him… how he used to be. Sakura knew how he was… known who he had become yet she still cried harder than anyone.
She took comfort in the idea that there was no more madness, that he was happy, with his family, with his brother, no more pain. No more curse mark, no more demons.
A/n: End. Sorry if it sucks.