A/N: The last chapter was a little short and fast paced, but hopefully I can make up for it with these upcoming chapters.
My eyes fluttered open, revealing a sickening dim glow of a ceiling lamp above me. Where was I? Slowly I sat up, groaning at the pain in my chest and the pounding of my head. I held my head in my hands, rubbing the pain away and looked around. A hospital…flashes of memories played back in my head. My dad, the bloody knife, Sasuke, the police. It all came back to me. Sasuke saved me; he took a knife to the side.
Suddenly I jumped up out of the bed, startled by the revelation. Where was Sasuke? Was he okay? If he was dead it would be all my fault. I couldn't live with myself if he was gone. What do I do? I pulled the IV out of my arm and took a peak out the door to make sure the coast was clear of doctors or nurses. I had to find him, or else I would be going crazy all day.
"Hey, young man! Where do you think you're going?" I cringed, looking back helplessly at the most familiar voice I've ever heard. Iruka was standing behind me, an expression somewhat between relief and annoyance as he scolded me. Hinata stood behind him, holding a bouquet of flowers I assumed were for me.
"But I…" I managed to choke out, looking at my legal guardian with big, blue, puppy-dog eyes. It didn't faze him though.
"No, Naruto. You are to go back to your room and lay in bed until the doctor says you can get up and leave, okay? Besides, you were scheduled to be released today anyway," he explained, scratching his cheek in a thoughtful manner. I hung my head and did as he said, slinking back into the room and sitting on the bed. I was supposed to leave today, so I guess I could find Sasuke when I checked out. I glanced over at Hinata, who was gently placing the flowers a vase next to the desk. She looked at me and smiled.
"How are you feeling Naru-chan?" She asked, sitting in the chair beside the table.
I sighed. "Like I was just butchered with a knife," I joked dryly. Hinata frowned, obviously not amused by this joke. I only wanted to know where Sasuke was, and she definitely sensed that.
"Sasuke is fine," she smiled. "Actually, he's on his way over here right now. He had to fight Jaraiya-sensei in order to get out of the house."
My face lifted, and I hugged Hinata. "I'm so happy!" I exclaimed, wondering why I was hugging her, probably because Sasuke wasn't here to maul.
She giggled, and then met my eyes. "I had my suspicions…" She started, her voice trailing off like she didn't want to finish her thoughts.
"That's alright. I wasn't hiding it too well I guess. But don't tell anyone else…unless they already know I'm not a girl," I sighed, letting go of Hinata and sitting back on the hospital bed.
"Only I know, and I assume Sasuke knows too," she said with a small chuckle.
I blushed without even realizing it. "Yeah he does. I didn't tell him though, he just found out from his grandfather."
"I assumed that," she said, looking back down to her hands and fidgeting them nervously. "I have to go now; I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer but my boyfriend is coming in to town and it's the only day I can see him," she muttered, looking so apologetic that I think I might cry.
"It's alright. If Sasuke is coming then it's okay. Plus Iruka is here." I looked at my guardian who was looking around the room attempting not to eavesdrop.
"Right." She looked so relieved. "See you later back at school then," she said with a small smile and then she got up and left the room with a wave.
Iruka took the seat she was sitting in and patted my shoulder gently. "I was so worried when I got the call from the hospital. I couldn't believe that man got out of jail." He practically spat the word "man".
I almost cringed at the memory, but shook it off as I remembered where he was now. "I'm sorry…" My voice trailed off. I wasn't sure what I was apologizing for, but I felt I should say it.
Iruka rolled his eyes and frowned, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I don't ever want you to apologize for your father. It's not your fault. It was never your fault, so don't bring the guilt on yourself again."
Again. My eyes teared up at that word as memories of years ago flashed through my mind. My mother's cold body, covered in blood, the cuts on my face, the maniacal grin on my father's face. "I know, but I…" My throat choked up as I thought about it. Iruka said nothing and just hugged me gently, careful not to hurt my injured body. I let my arms go limp as the tears streamed down my face. I couldn't think of anything else but that day. Why did it have to be her? Why couldn't I have been the one who died that day? I sniffed and Iruka patted my head, obviously knowing what I was thinking.
"Eh-ehm." A clearing of the throat interrupted our emotional moment. I looked up through my bleary eyes and wiped away the tears. "Sasuke?" I choked out, taking a deep breath to calm myself.
He tilted his head in a slightly confused response and nodded. "Am I intruding?" he asked, unsure if he should enter the room or not.
"Come in," I said, looking at Iruka.
He smiled and stood up. "I get it, I get it," he chuckled and left the room, giving Sasuke a friendly nod before going out the door.
Sasuke walked over to the bed and sat own next to me, studying my face with an unreadable expression.
"What happened? I mean, who was that? He said he was your dad but I mean…are you okay? I was so worried. Are you in pain? Where does it-?" I cut him off by placing a soft kiss on his lips.
"Calm down Sasuke," I said softly. "I'm okay, thanks to you." I looked at him with a very serious expression. "The question is, are you alright? You got stabbed in the side."
He smiled; a beautiful sight that made my heart skip a beat. "I'm fine Naruto. The wound is all stitched up and healing. It'll be all better in a week or two," he reassured me, and then he took my hand and added, "but seriously, you need to answer me. I want to know what happened."
I looked down at my hand in his, pale on tan. I didn't want to remember. I didn't want to talk about it. This was my problem and mine alone. I could deal with it just like I had the previous time. I didn't need anyone else getting hurt on my account, especially not Sasuke. "I-I don't want to talk about it."
Sasuke looked rejected hurt almost at my words. "Do you not trust me?"
I sighed, taking me hand back from him and resting them in my lap. "No, it's not that. I trust you. I just…I don't want to talk about it."
Sasuke looked tried to look me in the eyes, but I avoided his searching gaze. "You know you can tell me anything Naruto," he said, almost pleadingly. I knew he wanted to help, but I just couldn't help it.
"Can't you just get that I don't want to discuss this with you?!" I snapped, catching the raven-haired boy off guard. He didn't say anything, just looked at me bewildered. I sighed, taking his hand again. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. It's just…I'm not ready to talk about my dad with anyone. I haven't even told Iruka the whole story." I looked at him, hoping he could forgive my outburst.
Sasuke exhaled audibly, squeezing my hand in response. "It's okay. I understand. We only just started dating. It's understandable that you wouldn't want to talk to me. I just hope that one day you can. I want to be able to help you."
I smiled, happy that he could understand. "Maybe one day," I agreed, leaning my head on his shoulder. He stroked my shaggy blonde hair and rested his head on top of mine.
"I'm just glad you're alright," he murmured into my hair. It just felt so right in this position, so comfortable, so perfect. I never knew how much being with someone could make you feel so happy, but in this moment, with my heart fluttering like a butterfly, I knew. I could sit like this for hours, and I would have if the doctor hadn't come in a ruined the whole thing.
"Glad to see you awake, Mr. Uzumaki," he said, flipping through some papers on his clipboard.
"Mmhmm," was all I said in response. Sasuke kissed the top of my head, rubbed my back and exited the room so the doctor could talk to me.
"Friend of yours?" He chuckled, putting on his stethoscope and pressing the cold metal against my chest.
I blushed in response. "Yeah, kind of," I mumbled.
He checked my bandages and my pulse, rubbed some weird ointment on my bruises, and checked some boxes on his clipboard before turning back to me. "Well, everything seems in order." He handed me a bottle of pills and a tube of ointment. "Take two of these with every meal and apply this whenever you change your bandages. Come back in two weeks and we'll check those stitches for you."
I put the pills down next to me and thanked the doctor.
"You're free to go now Naruto," he said and then left the room. I think I heard him talking to Iruka in the hall, probably about the prescription.
Sasuke came back in and offered me his hand. I took it and stood up, glancing around the room for my clothes. The hospital gown was rather breezy, and while I was used to wearing a skirt by now, I'd rather wear pants when I leave the hospital.
"I have to get changed, so I'll just be a second." I located a bag that contained my clothes on the other side of the table and changed in the bathroom. A plain orange t-shirt and dark blue skinny jeans, complete with a pair of converse. I looked in the mirror and my bandaged body, and in this outfit I looked more masculine than normal, but could still be easily mistaken as a girl. I sighed, ran my hand through my hair that was in desperate need of a haircut, and exited the bathroom.
I slung the bag over my shoulder and grabbed Sasuke's hand.
"Time to go check out!"
A/N: Sorry this chapter might be a little boring but at least it's here! X3