Dream Skirmish

Chapter 3

A young, blond teen races through the streets of the Leaf village, skillfully avoiding any obstacle blocking his way to the infirmary. Naruto busts through the doors, hastily questioning the nurse at the information for his sister's room number before running off through the corridors, not wasting a single second to get to her. As he arrives, Sasuke is outside the door, talking to another member of the hospital staff.
"We're doing everything we can, but she's still in critical condition."
"Great... If she recovers, when can I speak to her?"
The nurse sighs, shaking her head with a crestfallen look. "We can't say for certain, but we will let you know when she's stabilized."
Sasuke merely huffs in disinterest about his teammate's health as the nurse leaves. Naruto stops beside him, his eyes ridden with sorrow about the information he just overheard.
"Is... Is she going to be ok?"
"I don't know." The young Uchiha replies bluntly. "Not that I care."
"Why... Why are you here if you don't care?"
"Hell was kidnapped and Blacky knows by whom."
Naruto clenches his fist, tears swelling in the corner of his blue eyes. "How can that be the only thing you care about?! My sister could die! There's probably Jonin out looking for your precious Hell, but Blacky... She.... She-she could die! Doesn't that bother you at all?!"
"No. Oh, and we are allowed brief visits, in case you wanted to know."
With no further words to exchange, the heartless teen walks away with his expression never shifting and his hands buried deep in the pockets of his pants. Filled with anger and worry, Naruto slowly enters his sister's room, a frown adorning his lips as he sees her lying lifelessly under the sheets with various machines strapped to her body just to keep her alive. He takes a seat beside her, tuning out the constant beeping of the heart monitor and watches her shallow breathing while he holds her hand tightly.
He remains this way for a long time, simply grasping her hand in his with his teary blue eyes staring at her with as little blinking as humanly possible. Hours pass, the medical staff comes in and out of the room at regular intervals and every now and then he's asked to wait outside while they perform a check up or discuss something with the leading nurse of the ICU ward; still, no one can give him any answers about whether or not she is going to make it.
"You have to pull through, sis." He chokes up as he speaks, still battling the emotion that is threatening to wet his cheeks. "You just have to... I.... I don't know what I'd do without you... You're the only family I have and..." He closes his eyes tightly as he shakes his head. "You just have to make it, you hear me?! Don't.... Don't die on me..."
Tears now trickle down his face as he rests his head against her cold hand, still securely placed within his. The chilly skin of his sibling sends an ambiguous shiver down his spine, partially due to the difference in body heat and partially for his fear of her health. Even after he's been asked to leave the hospital due to the visiting hours being over, he never once budges out of the seat and remains by his sister's side. From morning to night, he keeps a watchful eye on her, almost forgetting to eat and drink and decides to stay the night, sleeping in a rather uncomfortable position with his head and arms resting on the side of the bed.

"You're finally awake." A voice mutters just above a whisper.
In her state, Hell can barely even register that someone spoke in her vicinity. Her mind is scrambled and her vision blurry as she begins to slowly regain consciousness after what feels like a horrible sleep.
"Just in time really. It would have been better if you weren't awake, for your sake that is, but this will make things more fun."
She watches through half lidded eyes as a figure approaches her, their glasses reflecting the light of something in the room. In their hand, she can see a small syringe, the greenish liquid inside having an eerie glow in the dimly lit room.
"What's.... What's going on?"
The person shushes her with an index finger placed upon their own lips before a sinister chuckle vibrates through the air and they carelessly ram the needle into Hell's upper arm, injecting the substance slowly just to torture the young woman further. A burning pain travels through her nerves, forcing her to cramp up her muscles which in return only makes the process hurt more. The uncomfortable agony snaps Hell out of her trance like state and she can now clearly see that her tormentor is also her kidnapper.
"Demons, Kabuto! What the fuck is that shit?!" She yells, struggling against the leather straps holding her tightly in place. "I swear if I end up looking anything like Orochimaru I'm going to kill you!"
Bemused, the man smiles at her. "My, someone has a potty mouth, don't they? I see nothing wrong with looking like Lord Orochimaru."
"You wouldn't, you're his little bumboy."
"And it comes with great rewards." Though he sounds as if he doesn't mind the insult and his reply may be witty, but he hides a resenting scowl. 'I'm no one's bumboy... Impertinent, bitch.'
He finishes up the procedure a bit hastier, staring at her like he's waiting for something to happen, before grabbing a note and jotting something down. Without another word he leaves the room. Hell pants faintly in between gritting her teeth from the searing sensation still tingling throughout her arm. As much as she likes the thought of being experimented on by a good looking, mad scientist, she knows that anything involving Kabuto and Orochimaru means that whatever they're doing to her will not be a good thing.
'I have to get out of here.' She thinks to herself, further pulling on the leather to break free, even though it pains her.
After a few more minutes of pushing and pulling her strength leaves her and she lays still to recuperate as much as she can before attempting to escape once more. Her eyes scan the room, taking in every detail that might aid her in this situation, but other than a few more syringes, some vials, monitors and various tools she dreads to find out what they're used for, nothing sticks out. She tries channeling her chakra to get ahold of something sharp to cut her binds, but finds that she can't use any jutsu or even feel her spirit energy coursing through her body.
'They must be using some kind of chakra seal... Great... Guess I'm really stuck here...'