Hinata ducked her face into Hidan's back as he got them a motel room. She was trying to hide her red eyes and a bruised neck. Hopefully, any onlookers would read that he was getting her out of a bad situation rather than being the bad situation she was in because that would be a really stupid way for them to get caught.
With the door closed behind them, she sighed and immediately curled up on one of the two beds. She wanted to lay there and not wake up. Or maybe she could wake up from this nightmare.
Hidan's groan as he took off his jacket alerted her that they still had a problem. Hinata's head popped up to see that he had already bled through what he wrapped his arm in and the shirt. She pulled herself up, dug in the bathroom for a first aid kit, and returned to him. "Take your shirt off."
"If you ask nicely," Hidan said snidely while actively taking his shirt off. Even in pain, he was going to make jokes.
Hinata peeled away the kitchen towel he tied around his arm. He washed up to his elbows, but dried blood was still around the wounded area. "I am going to have to get a washcloth. Hold this there." She put his hand over hers to hold the kitchen towel in place.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Hidan called over his shoulder as she drenched a cloth in cold water.
"Does it matter?" Hinata wrung it out and returned to work on his arm.
"Am I going to lose the arm, doctor?" Hidan teased.
Hinata sighed as she cleaned up around his cut. It probably should be stitched, but she didn't have even a normal needle and thread to try. She instead tried to use a few cross-sections of medical tape before wrapping the whole thing in gauze. They were going to need more supplies.
Hinata caught sight of her hand and remembered the blood that soaked into her fingernails that she scrubbed off in the shower. It wasn't even her father's blood. Why was it what was sticking with her?
Neji would come home to something horrific, and it wouldn't be the first time. Hinata felt awful. She killed her own father. How was she any better than him? Even if he was attacking her, shouldn't she have been able to stop him without killing him?
"Hey." Hidan's hand came under her chin to make her look at him. "Stop spiraling. You need to calm down, or you're going to make stupid decisions."
Hinata ducked her head down, collected the kit, and stood up. "I'm fine."
"Bullshit." Hidan cursed at her, getting up, moving his arm, and wincing. "Don't start lying to me now."
Hinata let the kit slip out of her hands onto the bed in a huff. She covered her face and held back a scream. There was too much going through her head.
Hidan pulled her hands away from her face and dipped his head down. "It's going to be fine, damn it. I take you far away, and you'll be safe."
Hinata felt her face heat up. It was an empty promise he didn't know if he could keep, but it was sincere, curse and all. Hidan was going to try his hardest, she was sure. Commitment to what he wanted to do was probably his main personality trait.
Why did it feel like everything she needed to hear?
Hinata closed the distance between their faces aggressively. Hidan was surprised, but he would gladly take it. Her hands twisted into his hair, and he stumbled back with her until her back hit the wall. She let out a heated breath into his mouth and latched an arm around his shoulder.
Hidan hiked her leg up and pressed her fully into the wall as her head tipped back to take the tongue battle he was returning to her.
Hinata broke on a breath, and it came out shaky. Hidan felt like he was doused in cold water as he realized what was happening. The hand fisted tightly into his hair, and the other digging into the skin over his shoulder were both trembling and not in the way he would want.
Hidan pulled back and turned his face when she tried to put him back in. "God damn it." He put a hand over her head against the wall to ground himself. "You need to calm down."
Hinata blinked at him with desperation and hurt, but she was just trying to cover her pain with worse decisions. "I…"
Hidan pressed his forehead to hers and let out his own uneven breath. "If you still feel the same in the morning, I will gladly rail you." He didn't want her to do this when she wasn't thinking straight. If she woke up in the morning with a clear head and regretted it, he would lose her.
Hinata's hand dug into his shoulder but loosened from his hair. Hidan slid his hand off his leg and put some distance between their bodies, only as far as her death grip would allow. She trembled there momentarily before retreating fully, twisting her arms into herself, ashamed.
Hidan put his hands on the sides of her face to make her look at him. "I just need you to get your head clear first." Hinata's lip stuck out as she nodded in his hands.
Hinata sat on the bathroom floor. It was cold and uncomfortable, but she wasn't getting up. What the hell was she thinking? Why did she throw herself at him like that? She pressed her forehead into her knees harder and harder, painfully. What was happening?
A knock on the bathroom door broke her thoughts. "I'm not going to jump you. Come out to eat."
Oh. Now, she felt worse. She came after him. Hidan shouldn't be trying to make her feel safe with him. Hinata dug her fingers into her hair before suddenly getting up and rinsing her face in cold water before coming out.
Hidan offered her a container and a cup, and she took both and sat on the other bed as she opened it. Her face twisted miserably.
"Would you fucking stop that?" Hidan huffed. "Damn it… Sorry. No, you're having a hard time." He caught himself.
"Thank you." Hinata sniffed, looking into the cinnamon bun in the container: cream cheese, not plain frosting. Hidan remembered everything she had told him. She sipped the drink. Even the bitter coffee was something he knew she would like.
"Just get through the night." Hidan sighed. "It won't be better in the morning, but you will have a clear head."
Hinata nodded with her lips on the cup as an excuse not to answer. Her brain was fried. She couldn't make any decisions right now. She had already proved that.
Hidan looked at the light coming from the lamp on the bedside table, and he had his answer. Hinata just slept with a light on. He searched back, thinking if she ever mentioned it, but she might not have thought much of it.
What the fuck did he sign himself up for? Going on a murder spree, he could handle. He knew he could handle it with a level head. Hinata wasn't built for this. Maybe if he just took her away for a week or two, he could have her 'escape him' and spin some kind of story about kidnapping her.
She would be free of blame, her father would still be six feet under, and he would go back to prison where he belonged.
Hinata turned over again. It was clear that she couldn't sleep, but she should. Keeping her up all night talking wasn't what she needed, even if it was what she would have done if he let her.
A sniff came from her bed, and he felt like shit. Okay. Maybe they could stay up all night talking if he didn't have to listen to her crying. "Hey." Hinata flinched. Or maybe… "Come here."
Hinata rolled over to look at him. Why the hell did he say that? She was still freaked out by her adrenaline. He did not need to even innocently invite her into his bed.
But Hinata got up and pulled her blanket with her to join him on his bed. Hidan pulled up his blanket, and she and her cocoon slid under the cover. She was going to boil, but fuck it, whatever made her happy. She instantly regretted being turned toward him as she dipped her face into her covers to close her eyes.
Hidan forced out a relaxed sigh, stretched an arm over her, and closed his eyes.
Hinata was out in a few minutes.
Who was this girl? He shouldn't make anyone feel safe enough to sleep with. Hidan looked down at her face, barely peeking out of the covers, and had to keep admitting it, damn it, she was cute.
Not something he thought would be his first thought when sleeping in a bed with a woman.
Hidan knew he couldn't keep her. He would ruin her, and usually, he would be perfectly fine with that, but… he had done enough damage.
Hidan tucked his chin on top of her head. That didn't mean he couldn't enjoy this while it lasted.