What We Never Said

Chapter 3: Sick Day

I was up, and ready, early the next morning. It was way before 0800- but Naruto had asked me to join him at noon for lunch. He stated he had something he wanted to talk to me about, and it honestly was bothering me all night to the point I didn't sleep well.
I was getting nervous that he was starting to catch a hint that there was something more to Sasuke and I that we let on. Maybe he figured it out.
I looked at myself in the mirror- examining myself in detail. My pink hair had decided to finally smooth itself out after 20 minutes of messing with it. My green eyes were filled with mixed emotions- and I knew everyone else could catch that as well. I was a pretty open book; my eyes always gave me away.
I straightened out my red blouse, again, I felt that nothing was perfect when I was about to be in Sasuke's presence.
I turned my body halfway- to fully examine my full body. I had no idea why Sasuke made me this self conscious to nitpick everything.
Some part of me always wondered if I was ever good enough for Sasuke- that if I was: he would had stayed.
I eyed my white coat in the back of my room, hanging on my bed frame. I had done so much with my life. When Sasuke first left the village, it drove me to do something more. To work with my strengths and motivate myself to do something extraordinary.
We kept my training a secret for years, Tsunade told me that I would be wanted in various lands after my training was completed due to how complex and rigorous my training was. So before I was at the level Tsunade wanted me: it was to be kept a secret. I hadn't even hinted how far in medical training I was with Sasuke when I saw him outside of the village after he left.
Some part of me wondered if he would had wanted me more if he had known- but I also told myself that I didn't want him to want me for what I could do and how I could benefit him: I wanted him to want me for who I was.
And at one time- I was enough for him.
I gathered my things for the prison in a rush. Promising myself that today was going to be an in and out event. I didn't want Naruto to ask any questions about our history. I didn't want to do anything that would tip anyone else off.
There were too many people already that had hints of what was going on. Too many people had found out the truth.
As I was heading towards the prison- I kept running through my head on those who knew for sure about Sasuke and I.
Kakashi- of course. He was the one who caught us when we were younger sneaking off outside of the village. He didn't bat an eye at it- of course. I wondered if he had some secret desire for a relationship like ours to work out because of his stupid book fantastys?
I sighed, not wanting to dig too deep into that idea. As we aged, Kakashi had made comments about how maybe he should had stopped what happened between us while we were young. That maybe he wouldn't had almost brought me down such a dark path alongside him.
I never joined him- but I was very close to leaving the village just to be with him. And I probably would had done just about anything he asked me to.
My mother knew- and that's only because she knew me. She understood me better than anyone else could. She could understand why one day I decided to leave my shoes on the right side of the door- rather than the left.
I had started to wonder if Tsunade was catching on that something had happened between Sasuke and I. She was honestly really adamant that she did not want me anywhere near him. And of course- that had to be overruled due to her unexpected trip. I wasn't too sure how I could tell if she knew or not. I just had one of those feelings; you know?
I walked into the prison deep in my thoughts- I even almost ran right into the anbu guarding the door. I was caught off guard at first- wondering why he wasn't letting me in. Then it clicked that I forgot to show him my pass card.
I knew that my face had turned a light shade of pink as I was digging, confirming how flustered I was today. He was chuckling as I was digging into my bag to find it- his voice reminding me that he was the same anbu from yesterday.
"I thought I was going to have to take you down for a moment- Sakura." He said, removing his mask; the second time he's done that in front of me. His brown eyes were light, his good mood was radiating off of him today.
It kind of surprised me how often he took his mask off with me. I thought that the anbu took pride in keeping their identity a secret.
I laughed softly, pulling out my clearance, running an hand nervously through my hair. "I'm glad you take your job seriously... umm..." I honestly had no idea what his name was, I knew I'd seen him around the village. But I think he was part of the group of ninjas that came to aid the village after the war- once we were pretty depleted of ninjas.
"Kiyoshi Saito." He answered, filling in the awkward silence I let on. He gave me a soft smile, giving me a wave of relief that I hadn't known his name. And he obviously wasn't from around here; that was a last name I hadn't recognized before. "Sorry- I probably should had mentioned that yesterday. I've heard a lot about the infamous Sakura Haruno." He muttered, just as nervously moving an arm behind his back as he gave me an even bigger smile as he said my name.
"A lot huh?" I asked, feeling a slight blush rise to my cheeks as I brushed hair behind my ear. I wasn't trying to flirt with him- he wasn't really my type. He had the whole Naruto vibe going on- which was kind of the complete opposite of my type (obviously). "Hopefully nothing bad."
"Oh of course not." He answered, peeking a glance towards Sasuke's cell. We both heard a sudden movement inside of the cell, distracting us slightly. "Now somebodys finally stirring around in his cell..." He muttered, narrowing his eyes slightly.
I could tell that he wasn't Sasuke's biggest fan. He crossed his arms and leaned his back against the wall behind him again. "Are you planning on staying all day in there again?" He asked me a few moments later, giving me a teasing smile. "Hate to see you waste your talents on the likes of him. Even if-"
"He is my teammate." I answered harshly- completely turning my tone of voice I once had with him. My eyes grew cold as I glared at him, placing my hands on my hips. I wanted to make sure that he knew that Sasuke was not a topic I was going to have with him. Especially a shit talking one.
"Was, if I'm not mistaken." He corrected, placing his mask on again. I probably hurt his feelings a bit and didn't want me to see. Stupid mask. He opened the door without another word, and I started toward the direction of his cell. I took a step into the cell, and hesitated. I knew I had to bite my tongue- but boy did I want to give Kiyoshi a snarky comment.
A movement in front of me drew my attention back into the room, which was Sasuke leaning his tall frame against a wall. At first- I couldn't tell what was going on. And then the sudden lurch he did made me realize that he was throwing up- pulling my thoughts completely away from Kiyoshi.
"Are you okay?" I asked, running towards the cell trying to find the stupid key that was somewhere deep in my bag. The smell of bile was starting to fill the cell, making me scrunch my nose up. If I couldn't stand one thing- that would be throwing up. Just the smell... the abnormal movements that your body makes to get rid of whatever is upsetting your stomach... I closed my eyes for a moment trying not to think about it. It made me want to gag.
Sasuke didn't say anything while I pushed myself into his cell, he was throwing up into his toilet in the back of his cell. I could tell that he was trying to hint at me that he didn't want me anywhere near him- but of course I didn't listen.
Once I unlocked the cell door: I moved quickly to his side. I sat down right next to him pushing his long hair out of his face. I could tell that he was trying to silently protest me being here at this moment. The smell was making me dizzy- I had a sudden wave of nausea hit me. But I knew I was going to have to push through.
"S-Sakura..." He mumbled in between gags. He was shoving me slightly, probably hoping that I would allow him to keep what little dignity he had and throw up in peace.
"Message received- but I'm not going anywhere." I muttered, softly rubbing his back. He placed his forearms around the rim of the toilet bowel- holding himself up slightly.
"When did this start?" I asked, opening my bag. I knew I could at least give him something to help with the vomiting.
"I don't know... maybe 5 minutes ago.." He muttered, and rested his forehead against his arms. "Woke up to you and the guard flirting with each other." He added hastily.
"Fl-flirting?!" I stammered, moving my attention away from my bag to glare at him. "As if! You wouldn't know what flirting was if it came up and slapped your face!"
He interrupted whatever he was going to say by lurching himself forward- making a terrible noise as he threw up into the toilet bowl. Which pulled me from my sudden new onset rage. I pulled out a vial so I could give him a shot- so I could yell at him without being rudely, and conveniently, interrupted.
"This is going to hurt." Was the only warning I gave him as I pulled his gown up to give him a shot into his thigh.
He lurched away from the pain instantly, but I held his leg down as I pushed the syringe to keep administering the shot. "It'll hurt a lot worse if I go slow."
It was kind of fascinating how fast that medication worked, he went from gagging every other minute to holding himself up against the toilet waiting for that terrible gross feeling to return: which thankfully it didn't.
He finally breathed out a sigh- pushing himself against the toilet bowl and sat with his back against the toilet- weakly leaning against me. It was interesting how quickly you return to old habits when you're not feeling good.
"Do you feel warm?" I asked him, moving my hand to his forehead. He didn't feel feverish. He did feel cold and clammy.
He shook his head, allowing himself to lean more into me. "I'm dizzy... that's about it." He muttered, I moved slightly away- and he unexpectedly rested his head in my lap.
My stomach dropped, I felt that my heart was stopping as well. I kept reminding myself that he was only doing this because he didn't feel good- but this was such a familiar feeling.
He curled himself up against me. I knew he was probably cold- it was still storming from yesterday- and that window did not help with retaining heat in this cell as the temperatures kept dropping. I was going to have to see if we could move him into a different cell or something because his immune system was hardly able to keep up as it was.
I didn't want to disturb him- but I knew I needed to get some fluids into him. He was hardly able to eat anything before. I wouldn't be surprised if he was severely dehydrated.
I breathed out a sigh, contemplating multiple options in my head. I could ask Kiyoshi to come into his cell... he technically could. But I didn't want to disrupt his resting. Also- he was kind of on my shit list at this moment.
Kakashi, I knew, would have to report us if he saw us again; especially like this. He had already threatened me, when we brought Sasuke back into the village, that if I got too far into this situation again... he would have to do the necessary steps to pull me out.
I looked at my phone, it was already 11. I could... maybe Naruto..?
The likelihood that he would actually report us would be unlikely. He would just be grateful that he was able to see him. But would seeing us together like this cause an issue?
I breathed out a sigh, reaching towards my bag. No this was stupid. I couldn't risk anyone else knowing about Sasuke and my past. But noticing him stirring slightly due to my movement almost immediately changed my mind.
"Hello?" Naruto's voice answered the phone after the first ring. "Sakura if this is you blowing me off to spend more time with Sasuke I swear to god I-"
"Naruto I need help." I whispered into the phone.
Naruto went dead silent. Letting me continue with whatever I needed. He wasn't one to complain when someone came to him to help. "Whats up?"
"I need you to listen to my instructions very closely." I whispered into the phone. "You need to come up to the prison and talk to the anbu outside the door- tell him that I sent you. Tell him Akai bara- it's a code word that Tsunade and I used. And please tell him to mind his own business and not come into the cell with you because I will punch him into next week if he crosses me again." I muttered hastily into the phone.
"So wa-wait?! You're letting me see Sasuke?!"
I paused for a moment, trying to find a good way of saying I swear to god if you tell anyone I'll kill you without actually saying it. I didn't want to raise any suspicions if Kiyoshi could hear us- because he knows if we use that codeword that it was to be a confidential meeting.
"Between you and I- yes. But please hurry." I muttered, looking down at Sasuke nervously running a hand through his hair.
Naruto didn't say anything- and the line went dead. And I felt comfortable knowing that he was going to be here any second now.
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