There was a fog in Hinata's mind like she had dipped her head in marshmallow. It was thick and sticky and had got in her eyes and ears. Shapes and color danced around as she opened her eyes painfully. Voices she couldn't identify were forming words she couldn't make out.
She could barely make out the syllables of her name.
The bright white background where the colors were flashing in front of, told her hospital. The pain told her she was the patient. Hinata brought her hands to cover her face to ward off her nausea and block out the colors.
Hinata focused on the voices, hearing her name more properly. "I'm going to be sick." She slurred as she was guided to something she could empty her stomach into. But she found she had nothing in her stomach. Acid burned her throat as she heaved, yanking the edge of her empty stomach, stretching the muscles around it painfully.
Someone rubbed her back. She was offered water from another direction.
Hinata focused her senses on the figure that sounded familiar. Tsunade, she hoped. As her eyes focused, she was glad she was right. Hinata reached out to her.
The older woman took her hand into her much more stable one. "How are you feeling?" Tsunade asked with a gentle smile on her painted lips.
"Not well," Hinata replied, covering her eyes again as well as she could, trying to prevent more gagging. She was becoming aware of IVs and tubes. She must have been here a while.
"I would guess so. You got hit pretty hard, and you have been out for a while. You have a concussion that is treatable, but I am more worried about other effects." Tsunade explained, looking over her clipboard.
"I don't remember being hit." Hinata offered, though it was difficult to think at all right now.
"That's what I'm worried about," Tsunade told her wearily, patting her hand. "Can you tell me your name, age, and what month it is?"
Hinata felt a trickle of fear, missing memory? "Hinata Hyuga, nineteen, and uh, I think it's mid-summer."
Hinata flinched as she heard a loud crash in the corner of the room. She uncovered her eyes. The room had gone dark. The blinds had been closed in the time she had her eyes covered. In the now dim room, she could make out a shattered lamp and a male she hadn't seen in the dancing colors. She thought she hadn't seen him in years.
"Sasuke, don't make me remove you. I told you it was a possibility," Tsunade snapped.
"Three years!" Sasuke barked. "THREE YEARS!? She won't remember me at all!" He slammed his hand flat into the wall like he was trying his best not to do more damage but still take his anger out on the surface. Sasuke leaned on the wall he had abused, trying to control his temper. It seemed to deplete quickly, being replaced with a tired slump to his shoulders.
"Sasuke Uchiha?" Hinata asked, bewildered.
Did she know him? He thought she should. When had he even come back?
Sasuke locked eyes on her, and they were hurt, lost, and pained. Her not remembering him meant something to him. Hinata could feel the rising panic in him, or was that just her own? She slowly took in, she didn't remember three years of her own life.
What do you do when you can't remember three years?
"I don't know if I should trust you to explain." Tsunade frowned at him.
"You don't have much choice in that regard, do you," Sasuke growled back.
Tsunade pointed a finger at him dangerously. "Watch it, kid. Hokage or not, I can still physically kick your ass out of this damn village." Tsunade wasn't the Hokage? Noted. The ex-Hokage sighed, and her voice went soft. "Do you want me here?" Tsunade asked Sasuke with a rub of her temple.
