Everybody's Tired of Something

Untitled Part 8

Deidara got out of bed first, nursing his admittedly mild headache and hangover. He was relieved to find the power was back on and the heat was now running at a decent temperature. The lights were still turned down low so that his previously shit faced partner could sleep off the remainder of his hangover in peace.

Since there wasn't too much he could do in the dark and he didn't really have a need or desire to go out alone at the time, he decided recap the previous nights events.

In between trying to distance himself from the redhead but also enjoying the attention, he'd come to grips with his emotions as best he figured he would. The blond wouldn't be the one to initiate affection but he also wouldn't turn Sasori away. The only reason he hadn't jumped at the chance that Sasori had seemed to be giving him the previous day was his level of intoxication, well, that and his lack of experience. He knew enough about kissing from some messy make out sessions he'd had that he could manage that without properly embarrassing himself. However, if things were to go further, his cheeks pinkened considerably at the recent memory of Sasori's honeyed yet cold voice and his lukewarm hands touching his skin, it would be a different matter entirely.

"Fuck!" Sasori's pained voice cut through the quiet of the room, causing Deidara to jump slightly. Fortunately he had already set his coffee down so nothing spilled.

He stood to the man's right. "Here's some water and some painkillers."

"Ugh." He groaned again. "How do you even know that's what I need brat?"

"Because you probably have the worst hangover of your life right now danna. Just take it." 

Sasori clicked his teeth in irritation but took the pills and water and downed the whole glass with them. Deidara wordlessly refilled the water cup and returned it to Sasori. However, the redhead dropped the glass when he tried to wrap his left hand around the cup while crying out again in pain. Deidara deftly caught the cup preventing a large spill from occurring on top of the bedsheets.

He flicked the light on to which the redhead responded with a sharp hiss. "Let me see your hand."

'All business and no room for argument.' Even through the pain and nausea, Sasori smirked and complied.

Deidara carefully inspected Sasori's unusually warm hand and gently instructed him to stretch out his fingers so he could see exactly what he was dealing with. The man's whole hand was varying degrees of light purple, dark purple, and even some mottled yellowish brown thrown in the mix. Sasori winced and inhaled sharply during the process.

The middle knuckle was shifted further inward than it should have been and was twisted at a right angle.  Both men simultaneously came to the same conclusion. "It's definitely broken."

Deidara smiled releasing Sasori's hand. "What was that yesterday? You'd know if it was broken. Ha."

"Shut up brat. I did say that though didn't I?" He was a bit embarrassed as the entire events of the previous day replayed in his mind like a movie reel that couldn't be paused. Him drinking his body weight in alcohol. Him getting choked out in a bar after punching some douchebag. Him feeling up on Deidara. When he heard the man move closer, he made a point to avoid eye contact.

"What the hell are you doing?" He managed to get out, still avoiding Deidara's most likely accusing blue eyes.

"Let me see your neck. Hopefully it's not as fucked as your hand." He tilted Sasori's chin up and examined the pale skin of his neck in the lighting. "It looks pretty rough. You can see it later in the mirror but red and blue bruises are all over it and they look like fingermarks. That asshole really was trying to kill you." Red met blue and the anger shone through at the guy from the bar, previous awkwardness mostly gone.