Bad Influence

The Things No One Talks About

I don't own Naruto.

!!POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING!! TALK OF SUICIDAL IDEATION/ DEPRESSION IN THIS CHAPTER!!!

Tsunade barged into the room and Hinata looked up at the older woman, a brilliant smile graced the woman's lips and she couldn't help but feel hopeful. "I think it is safe to send you home." Tsunade had said, and Hinata smiled at Madara softly, who was grinning at the blonde. Hinata couldn't help the sadness that flooded her. Her thoughts drifted to the bouts of anger she had seen Madara have. He never turned them towards her, so she wasn't scared of that... she just knew he was struggling. She knew the exact struggle he was having. The deficits that Tsunade had mentioned? His fine motor skills had suffered.

He couldn't play the guitar anymore; his fingers just wouldn't cooperate with him. He had muscle spasms that frustrated the life out of him. She had come by after work one day to hear him cursing to himself. She had peered into the room and saw him trying to desperately to play, but his hand would tremble more often than not and he eventually dropped the guitar on the floor and glared at it. She hadn't been concerned about his outbursts until he had jumped to his feet and kicked the offending object across the room and it hit the doorway. That was when he had noticed her standing there and he had just slumped into the chair in shame.

They had been doing enough physical therapy that most of him was perfectly fine now, it was just his hands. He was getting his strength back and rapidly, his hands were the only thing holding him back now. She sent a sad look Madara's way as he listened intently to everything the blonde woman said. It had been two months since he had come out of the coma. They were going to let him go after the first week, but then it was revealed that he was faking being ok just so he could go home. He had suffered from a fall, thankfully she had been there or it could have been bad. Her eyes softened as she looked over him. The sight of him on the floor unable to lift himself back out of the floor haunted her. She didn't think she could make it through a third bout of coma, her or him.

She snapped out of her thoughts when she noticed that the other two were watching her intently. "Did you hear me, Hinata?" Tsunade asked and Hinata shook her head. She wasn't going to lie and say she had, or she knew there would be consequences. The blonde smiled at her softly, only to sigh and place a hand on her hip. The smile never once left her lips though. "He can't be alone, someone is going to have to babysit him almost every waking moment because in the time I have known him I have learned quite a bit." She said, amusement twinkling in her honey brown eyes.

Hinata cracked a small smile as well, despite seeing the irritation in Madara's red eyes. "I have learned that he is a stubborn asshat and will not do anything that I ask of him unless there is someone to make sure he does it." Tsunade finished and Hinata laughed behind her hand at the exasperated look that Madara had given her, and the appalled one Shizune had given Tsunade. Hinata smiled as she made her way over to Madara and offered him a hand, which he kissed the top of lightly.

"I think I can make arrangements for that." She said and Tsunade nodded, all the while Madara glowered at her. She figured he honestly hadn't expected her to obey Tsunade's orders in the slightest. "Ok, well now that this is all settled, here are your discharge papers." She said as she handed Madara a packet. "There is also some paperwork on how to help take care of yourself in there. It goes over everything you need to know about what you can and can't do yet, so please don't let me have to see you back here until your checkups." Tsunade sighed and Madara nodded.

He stood to gather his things from around the room, but Tsunade sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Madara," she called out and he turned to look at her once more, confusion swimming in those red eyes of his. "There is also a referral for a therapist in there. I can only suggest you take advantage of that..." she said softly and he looked back down to the paperwork, flipping to the last page with a sadness lingering in his eyes now. Hinata hated seeing him like this... so sad and lost... but she knew he needed the help, which is why she had asked Tsunade for the help.