Day 2.


I smelled coffee.
I hated coffee.
It was so overrated.
Im still young, I have energy, why gulp down that stuff?
I opened my eyes slowly, but still not slowly enough – the light coming from the window was so bright that it practically burned my eyes - and looked at the clock.
I had slept for 16 hours. A new record.
Yes, yes, your previous record was 9 hours – nicely done!
I felt much better. I should keep telling myself that every morning. It might help.
I couldnt help but to look out of the window. What a beautiful day...
I looked to my left. I was alone.

Well, well, well, I have my own ward.

I must be really sick then.
Didnt the lady in the TV say that hospitals were packed?
My own ward.
Cool.

I tried to crack my knuckles.
...
Nothing.
Wha-?
Im a master at this!!
Wha- what happened!?
I glared at my hands.

„Work with me now!“

Cracking my knuckles made me feel relaxed, what now?
I already felt anxious and it´s only 10 AM.
I got off the bed, thanking the fact that they didnt have anything attached to me.
Which is weird, if I have my own ward and am probably quite sick, shouldn´t they monitor me?
I walked to the little mirror across the room. My body felt quite numb so I didnt quite walk, more like hobbled my way there. It felt like I had forgotten how to walk.
Looking at my reflection on the mirror, I felt the ends of my lips curving up into a smile. My lashes still had some mascara on them. The rest was on my cheeks.
"Looking great," I mumbled.
I fixed my hair a bit and washed my face.
I guess since Im in a hospital, I dont need to look perfect, eh?
I mean, it´s not like guys will be hitting on me during my time here...

I looked at my outfit. Very hospitalish. I quickly checked if the back was cut open or something but no. It was like a dress. Good. I cant have me walking around this hospital half naked.
I took some babysteps to the door, afraid I might fall, because I already felt a bit queasy. The door was wide open so anyone could come in and out at anytime.
I peeked out of the room.
All those people coughing. Damn, I should just stay in my own little ward.
But the people...they looked so...interesting.
I squinted my eyes a bit – means I started to investigate everyone.
A familiar face appeared in my sight.
That tall guy with the dark hair and the mysterious look in his eyes was walking right this way.
Damn.
Back to bed, back to bed...
I tried to rush it.
But Im slow.
Like a friggin´ snail.
Move, legs, YOU!

"You shouldnt be out of bed!"

Damn.

I turned to face him.

"Um...sorry, I just.....felt a little numb. I would have started poking my legs but getting up seemed like a better way to handle things," I said. I hopped onto my bed and covered my lower body with the blanket on the bed.

"Doctor Hatake doesnt want you to move much as we are still trying to figure out what´s wrong with you. We dont want anything to happen to you," he told me.
So that weird looking doc actually was the boss.

"Oh, OK, sorry."

He smiled.
"No need to apologize."

"Sor-....I mean, you said you are still trying to figure out what´s wrong with me. "

„That is indeed what I said.“

„Why do you think there is something wrong with me?“

„Well, we have discovered some...interesting things about your system. But rest assure, we´ll tell you everything - when we find something, of course.“

"Alright then, so I have to stay here?"

„For the time being, yes.“

I sighed.
Well this sucks.
From what I´ve heard, hospital food stinks.
And I want a burger!

He took my chart and wrote something on it.
I looked at him. He was too dedicated to notice me gawking at him, thank God.
I stared at his jawline – what an amazing jawline.
Whoa, there, stop gawking at him, missy!

„Umm...can I ask you something?“

"Ask away."

"Well...your names, I didnt quite catch them. I only saw one nameplate, Sakura Haruno, right?"
Smooth, why dont you ask for his number while you´re at it...

"Yeah, that´s her. Naruto Uzumaki is the name of the blonde kid. Kakashi Hatake is the chief of diagnostic medicine, the guy with the mask-“

„-and weird hair.“ I added.

He smiled again, not looking away from the chart.

„-and weird hair. And Im Sasuke Uchiha.“

"What about the nurse?“
Obvious jealousy is obvious.

"Oh, well, there will be a lot of different nurses coming to check on you, I dont think you can possibly remember all their names. If anything happens - but nothing will - we will be paged so dont worry."

He put the chart back and looked at me.

"You OK?"

I looked away.

"I´m pretty good."

„And for some reason I dont believe you.“

„Well, you asked, I answered.“

„You lied.“
Mature much?

„I didnt lie. I...do feel...pretty good.“

„Look, we´re trying to help you. You can trust us. If you tell us the truth, we can help you.“

„So there IS something wrong with me!?“

„Nothing is wrong.“

I glared at him.
Trust him?
He´s lying himself, how the fuck can I trust him?

„I told you how I felt. Pretty good doesnt mean perfect, it means I´ve been better but this isnt really the worst either. I told you the truth. Now tell me what´s wrong with me!“

He stepped a bit closer.
He let out a deep sigh and glared back at me.

„Did you take anything before you collapsed?“

"Take anything?"

"Yes, like....drugs?"

I looked at him angrily.

"Whoa, whoa, I dont do drugs."

"We found diacetylmorphine in your veins."

"What, heroin? I dont do drugs!!!"

„Well, Im not a elite class doctor or anything but I pretty sure heroin doesnt just pop out of nowhere – well, in your case, pop into a vein out of nowhere.“

„Way to stay professional – Im telling you, I have never- ahh.. for God´s sake, do I look like a junky to you?“

„Your veins show me that you are one.“

This guy is really getting on my nerves. Doctors are supposed to be sociable and friendly. He´s just...accusing me. This is so unfair..

And then..
Then it hit me.
Kagetora.
He used to hang out with dealers.
Did he have something to do with this?

"Doctor Hatake has never seen a system like yours. We need to know everything. What did you do before you collapsed? Who were you with?“

"How long have I been here?"

"You were brought here 2 days ago."

"Great, Ive been drugged and...."

"We need to know everything."

Trust.
You dont have to make friends.
Just trust him a bit, the sooner they find a cure for whatever you have, the sooner you´ll be out of here.

And so I told him the story.
I didnt leave out any details as every little thing might help too.
He just looked at me sympathetically.
When I was done, he got up, nodded, thanked me and left.
And what was I left to do?
Sit around for the whole day.
Heh, trust.
Thanks doc, thanks a lot.