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Some onw to talk to. 27~+*+~
I woke up the next day. Still in this hospital bed.
Im sick of being here
The door opened and Sasuke walked in. He sat by the bed. He seemed depressed. He sat in the chair by my bed.
I really didnt feel like talking to him
He held my hand and started stroking it.
"The doctors told me more about your condition. Its worse than what they thought. You'll be staying here a little longer"
"How much longer"
"Im not sure..."
He brought my hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it.
Still stroking it.
I closed my eyes.
I felt so tired.
I opened myy eyes and looked at him.
"Im sorry for what I said...I..I..I didnt mean any of it. I love you."
He looked up att me. He seemed so sad.
I sat up and kissed him
She pulled away. A small smile on her face.
The door opened and it was the same doctor from yesterday.
Some one to talk to. 26She fell asleep and I layed her on the bed.
The door opened and a doctor walked in.
"My I speak with you for a moment"
I got up and walked out the room. Shutting the door behind me.
He told me her condition was worse than what they thought.
She would be staying longer.
I didnt care about that. As long as she would be ok.
What would happen when she was allowed to go home?
I got in my car and went home. Naruto was asleep on the couch.
I went to my room.
And went to bed.
Some one to talk to. 25I held her hand and began to stroke it
Shes been in the hospital for weeks.
Her condition is still bad.
The doctors haven't told me when she'll be able to leave.
I walked to her room and opened the door. She was sitting up in bed with her eyes closed.
I closed the door and walked over to her.
Placing my hand on her shoulder.
Her eyes opened.
Glaring at me.
I looked away.
Shes still mad...
I looked at her.
Her glare seemed more intense.
"I dont want to hear it."
She turned away while I took her hand.
"Im sorry. I had to tell them."
"No you didnt."
"Yes I did. And if I didnt they would have taking you home & you would have worse injuries."
I could hear quiet weeps & sobs.
I hugged her and she cried more.
Some one to talk to. 24Her eyes started to tear up.
When she spoke her voice was hoarse. She was very weak. Having difficulty speaking.
"Why are you here"
"I was worried about you"
She closed her eyes. With no more energy she drifted into a deep sleep.
The door opened and a nurse walked in.
"May I speak with you in the hallway"
I left the room and closed the door.
Leaning against the wall.
The nurse told me more about the situation. She even asked me a few questions about Sasoto.
I know I promised her I wouldnt tell anyone but I couldnt keep things secret anymore.
I told the nurse everything.
A doctor came by.
The nurse walked over to him.
She came back and said she didnt need anymore information.
She walked away with the doctor, talking.
I went back into the room.
I pulled a chair up to Sasoto's bed & sat down.
Some one to talk to. 23We got in the car and rushed to the hospital.
I asked a nurse where her room is and ran to it.
I opened the door.
Sasoto was laying on the bed.
It was all over the floor, tables & sheets.
I examined her body with my eyes,
Her face, covered in bruises and cuts.
Her chest, heaving as she pant.
Bandages on her neck & around her right arm.
A leg brace on her left leg.
Stiches on her side.
I ran my fingers over them and she winced in pain.
She opened her eyes and looked up at me.
Some one to talk to. 21I was on my way to my parents house with my brother.
Spending the hollidays with them.
When we finnaly got there we went inside and greeted our mother.
I missed being here.
I feel at ease.
My father wasnt home.
We sat on the couch and watched the news, waiting for him to come from work.
Home with my mother and father.
Sitting on the front porch with them. Talking. Just an update on things.
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