Author's Note: I'm sorry for the long wait. School has been really demanding, and I haven't found the time to sit down and write this until just recently. This will be the last chapter I put out for this series for a while. I will be spending most of my time on Same Old Life. If you like this series and have not yet seen my new one, I suggest you go check it out here. Like I said, there will always be another chapter, it may just take a while!
The Only Soul
Kiba awoke to the sound of a loud screech. He was warm, and he was wet. Every part of his body felt weird. It all hurt so much, that there was no pain.
"I'm sorry about your father," the blonde said sincerely.
"Yeah, me too," Kiba replied.
"I guess I wasn't helping much, huh?"
"I'm sorry, Kiba."
He took a long drag of his cigarette, trying to keep the smoke in his lungs as long as possible before exhaling deeply. Kiba knew that he was sorry, and he knew that he shouldn't be mad at Naruto. But, that didn't change the fact that he was. A lot of things in this world aren't supposed to happen, but they do anyway. Such is the case with Naruto. Kiba didn't reply to the apology because he didn't accept it. Whether he knew it or not, he blamed Naruto for the death of his father.
"Look, why don't we go back to campus and just deal with this tomorrow," the blonde suggested.
As much as Kiba hated him at the moment, he had to admit that that was a good idea. There was no sense in sitting on a beach feeling sorry for himself. Kiba got up and, reluctantly, offered a hand to help Naruto up. As he did, their eyes met. Naruto's were full of guilt while Kiba's, usually full of compassion and love, were filled with hate and blame and anger. Just that sent a chill down Naruto's spine.
The screeching got louder and Kiba tried to stand up, but he couldn't. He opened his eyes and all he saw was black. It was the middle of the night, there wasn't anything to see. He forced his hand to move toward his head. He touched his forehead and felt a gooey substance.A massive wave of pain came over his body and he cringed, shutting his eyes tightly and grabbing his head.
"Let's take my car," Naruto suggested.
Kiba thought that the point of going back to the apartment was to get some space. While, at the moment, he detested the mere idea of sharing a ride home with Naruto, much less an apartment, there wasn't much of a choice. As Kiba went to get into the car, Naruto spoke up.
"I actually had something to drink before I came here, uh, can you drive," the blonde asked sheepishly.
Kiba huffed and gestured for the keys. As Naruto searched his pockets, Kiba's anger only increased. Naruto tossed the keys to Kiba and made his way over to the side of the car. Kiba opened the door, put the car into gear, and prepared for an awkward, and angry, ride home.
"He's got a pulse!"
Two paramedics pulled Kiba out of the mangled wreck and put him on a stretcher. While one tended to Kiba, the second went to get Naruto. Kiba tried to take in what was happening around him. There was so much noise, that it was almost impossible to tell what exactly was going on. The paramedic tending to Kiba left him to help the first place Naruto on a second stretcher. Several more sirens came wailing down the street.
When Kiba awoke, it was in a hospital bed. He was hooked up to an I.V. drip and a heart monitor. A plastic mask covered his nose and mouth, supplying a steady stream of oxygen. He tried to take the mask off, only to find something resisting his arm. He looked down and saw a cast. His arm had been broken and he hadn't even realized it. After checking to make sure that his left arm was usable, he took the covers off to find that his left leg was also in a cast. He had several bruises and a few stitches scattered throughout his chest.
"Doctor! Doctor, he's awake," a nurse yelled. Kiba hadn't even noticed her enter. After several minutes, a man in a white coat came into the room. He looked at Kiba up and down, then pulled up a swivel chair. He sat down and checked the chart on the side of Kiba's bed.
"How are you feeling," he asked the clipboard.
"I've been better," Kiba replied.
"Do you know where you are?"
"Good," the doctor said, marking something on the chart. "And do you know how you got here."
"I'm not sure."
The doctor sighed and marked the sheet again.
"What happened to me?"
"You were in a car crash."
"I was driving."
The doctor nodded.
"How's Naruto? Is he alright?"
"Who," the doctor replied.
"Naruto! The guy who was in the car with me."
"Oh, right! Yes, he's just down the hall."
"I need to go check on him," Kiba said, darting out of bed, forgetting his broken leg. He tripped and fell backwards, banging his head against the mattress. The doctor helped him sit back down on the bed.
"You're in no condition to go running off like that," the doctor said.
"I don't much care," Kiba said as he stood up.
The doctor got up to block his path. "You need to get some rest."
"And you need to get out of my way," Kiba said, trying to push his way past the man. Instead he fell again, only to be caught by the doctor.
Deciding that he wasn't going to be able to convince the brunette to get back in bed, he asked the nurse to get him a crutch. When she returned, the doctor put it under Kiba's shoulder and let him lean on it.
"I'll show you where your friend is," the doctor said quietly.
Kiba followed him out the door and to a room at the end of the hall. The doctor opened the door and let Kiba in. Naruto was on a bed, attached to a heart monitor and an I.V. drip just like Kiba was. He also had a mask on to help him breathe, as well as a brace around his neck.
"Is he going to be alright," Kiba asked, worry in his voice.
"It's still too soon to tell. He came in pretty banged up." The doctor grabbed the chart on the end of Naruto's bed. "His arm was fractured in three places, his leg was also broken. Moderate concussion, and minor exterior hemorrhaging. He was unconscious when he came in, but we're keeping him asleep with a mild sedative. If he woke up now, he would probably pass out from the pain."
Kiba stared at Naruto. Had the doctor not told him who it was, he never would have guessed that the boy with all kinds of casts, braces, and monitors attached to him could have been the man that he loved so much.
"How long until you can release him?"
"Like I said, we don't even know the full extent of his injuries. The concussion may have caused other mental complications, and we still need to see if any shrapnel got into his bloodstream," the doctor looked over at Kiba. It looked like he had stopped paying attention, a depressed look was plastered on his face. "But, I'm sure that he'll recover fully," the doctor lied. After several minutes a nurse came in and informed the man that another patient needed his attention. Kiba and Naruto were all alone in the room.
As soon as the door closed Kiba collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm so sorry," he said through tears and gasps for breath. "It's all my fault..." The heart monitor started to beep erratically. Several nurses and the doctor rushed in.
"He's comatose," one of them exclaimed.
"Get the crash cart, and get this kid out of here!"
One of the nurses grabbed Kiba by the still crying Kiba by the arm and led him back to his own room.