[ai] something to confess

[Sasuke Uchiha]

Doctors and nurses were squirming in the hallway of the emergency unit. Sasuke greeted the smell of disinfectants and cleanliness with the usual turn of his head and cough. How he hated that smell. And to be greeted by it every day was not pleasant. He supposed the smell was a relief for those who went down, thinking they were going to die, and waking again to find the smell of the hospital in the nostrils. However, he was not one of those people; to him the hospital reeked. He shook his head firmly, not wanting to waste any more time on the stench of the hospital, he walked up to the emergency reception desk. The women was in her late twenties, but always felt the need to try to flatter Sasuke. Today she told him how 'sexy' he smelled and he returned her with nothing short of a blank stare. Then, she had stuck out her chest in a puff, frowning, and handed him the needed paperwork for his shift.

The doctor he was supposed to be working with today was absent. This fact made his job a little more tolerable for the day. He didn't dislike any of the doctors, in fact, he actually didn't mind the majority of them because they hardly talked from being to focused on patients. It was the the way they tried to downgrade him that made him agitated. Whenever he up showed them, which happened quite frequently since in the emergency room any mistake counted for a life, they attempted to undermine him. Having a break of having to keep his mouth shut to keep his internship did make it easier. He scanned over the sheet and headed toward the first room. Unlike the rest of the employees, he took his time getting to the room instead of scrambling around like a bunch of panicked idiots, and slid the glass open with in a calm manner. Or that is how a patient would receive it, while people he knew him better, would say in a uncaring manner. There laid a girl with long, pink hair and pale complexion. A bit too thin too. "Concussion and a fractured rib," he said, walking over to the machines she was hooked up to by the nurses, "suicide attempt?" It was a harsh accusation, but Sasuke was known for being a bastard. Though, it was one made off his observations the second he walked into the room.

[Ai Komata]

Today, a fight, tomorrow what would she do, said a teacher after the fight. Ai hadn't replied. What would have been the point? The fight was over, she lost, she got hurt. Could words fix that? No, they couldn't, szso she had kept silence and reviewed the fight mentally. It had started with some kid getting high who picked a fight. Not in one of the best moods, she fought back. Dislocated his jaw, he lost one tooth but he still managed to knock her out and run off to get high some more.

Now, at the hospital, she was in pain. Not so much pain since she was given a small doseage of pain relievers for her broken rib. Broken rib...that's why it hurt to breath. She tried to staggar her breathing, not too much and not too fast. But, actually, she was lucky she had gotten away with this much. Last time she had a fight she broke a hand and couldn't work for a month, and the work after that was painful, but being straved was even more painful.

She watched as a boy -younger than herself- walked in and started talking. Suicide attempt? Oh, so he though he was being clever. Great. "No," said the girl as she cringed from the pain of talking due to her broken rib. Most of the time, she wouldn't even have talked, but...suicide was not something she took lightly. Neither should he. Oh, if she had the strength, she'd slap him right here, right now, but since she couldn't she supposed she'd have to settle with later. She cast her eyes away from the boy and began to play with a strand of her pink hair. After a moment in the warm silence, Ai messed with the bed controls so she could sit up properly. She wasn't about to have someone talk down to her. She'd sit up and deal with the pain. After all...she's delt with worse pain before.

[Sasuke Uchiha]

Well, she seemed to be a talker. The word 'no' didn't tell him much of what had happened to her, which was required before he could proceed. He knew he had hit a nerve however because her facial expression hardened in defense and she forced herself to sit up. The latter wasn't a smart idea because of the pressure it would put on her fractured rib, but since she was still able to breath fine, or so he assumed since she wasn't gasping for air, sitting up wouldn't do anything but put a strain on her. Sasuke shifted his gaze away from her and back toward the machines, checking over the information to make sure everything was stable.

Concluding everything was fine, he turned back around and recalled what to do for a fractured rib and concussion. Setting his papers down on the table that held the computer, he pulled his attention to her. "I'm going to have to tape the lower half of your ribs and you're going to have to stay awake the rest of the night because of your concussion," he stated flatly. Sasuke never had much of the patient's interest in the situation, so he said everything as though they didn't have a choice in the matter.

"Before I can do that though," he added, his tone still aloof, "I have to know how you got these injuries." Which he couldn't care less about and found this to be a stupid requirement. The raven walked to the cabinets placed above the table and grabbed the one - two- inch adhesive tape he would use to wrap her with. Faintly he remembered the last girl he had to do this for and he nearly sighed at the memory. Though, this girl - he glanced at computer screen that listed her information, which a nurse had earlier pulled up - Ai, didn't seem to be the same as those boy obsessive morons. Sasuke faced her once again with a blank expression, waiting for her to cooperate.

[Ai Komata]

he had to take her rib? Okay. Afterall, it was just tape, right? Not some expesnive surgery or a pricey cast. That was good, very good- wait. No, this wasn't good at all. Though little to nothing of her worry showed outwardly, she couldn't let anyone see her stomach or anywhere near her stomach. Her scars, the white and perminant left behind scars on her stomach and hips shouldn't, couldn't be seen by anyone. Though it sounded weird, she was embaressed about what she had done to her body. But...in a hospital, they'd ask her why she had so many scars in one spot. It'd lead to places she didn't want to visit ever again.

When the nurse-boy told her she had to tell him what happened she realized she could stall for some time. Too bad she hated talking. Ugh, why'd she have to even get in that fight in the first place? Oh yeah, it wasn't her problem. Damn, stupid kid and his drugs. He probably cost her a good pay cheek, too, whil he bought more drugs . Damn this all to hell.

She sighed. Ouch. That hurt. She made a mental note not to sigh for a while. "Some...kid...got high and started a fight with me...I hurt him pretty bad but...ugh, ouch" she said, just the talking making her rib act up and scream with pain. But, for some reason, she refused to make the bed flat again and lay down. She just didn't want to, it made her feel weak to give in to something like this. Damn it, her step dad caused much, much more pain to her than this. More than anyone else could possibly imagine.

She sat up even more and the pain continued, but it managed to bite it down. "I don't need any help, I'll be fine, I just need to go home," she told the kid, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She just needed to leave. Now.

[Sasuke Uchiha]

Sasuke barely noted anything she said about how she received her injuries. When she made a soft, painful noise, his attention snapped back to her and saw that her sighing had made her flinch. Which wouldn't have happened if she wasn't sitting up. Though, now the raven found himself at least intrigued what she was saying now. A fight with someone who was high - normal enough, except most people who were high were usually happy. It wasn't a topic that Sasuke was interested in asking more about, she had told the main idea and that was more than enough he could care for. What had actually drew him into listening in the first place was the fact she, for whatever reason, couldn't stand being looked down on. First, she had made herself sit up. Then, she got defensive when he mentioned suicide. Now, he just found out she fought with someone to the point of getting a concussion and fractured rib. It wasn't the average teenage girl was all.

When Ai started to sit up more, Sasuke knew exactly what she was planning before she even told him. She'd be fine? She was proving herself just as much as moron as a stereotypical teenage girl. Sasuke wasn't good around people, for the fact he choose not to because they annoyed him, but he wasn't dumb. Pain was written across her body language and she could really leave the hospital without any serious damage, than she would have gone after the nurse left and he came in. He must have said something that struck something within her, which was extremely limited. He mentioned suicide and then taping her rib... He paused his thought right there. Sasuke was about to tell her to quit acting like a child and put aside her emotions for her health, but he didn't. Instead he remembered something Naruto had pointed out to him when he first took the internship at the hospital.

"Why do I have to sleep on the floor? I'm the guest." The blond asked with a pout, looking up at the raven with a childish pair of blue eyes. Sasuke rolled his eyes, "That's exactly why. It's my house." This conversation never seemed to get old to neither of them because they had it nearly every time the dobe decided to barge into his apartment. "That's not how it's supposed to work..." he grumbled, rolling over. The Uchiha heir ignored the comment and stayed silent. "Oi, Sasuke?" the voice was hushed and more serious than normal. "Hm." He waited for whatever the other wanted to ask him. "I was thinking about you working on the hospital the other day. And you know what. You're not like how people say you are. You know - uncaring or cold." The onyx eyed boy stayed quiet, not sure where any of this was coming from. "Because if you really were like that, than why would you want to save people's lives as a living? If you were like people think, then you would never bother with a hospital." Another pause fell across the room. "Shut up and go to sleep, dobe."

It wasn't a conversation that was extremely meaningful to Sasuke, but it was one that crossed his mind sometimes. The blond haired moron was right in a sense, but the raven never actually tried to figure out in what way he was right. Sasuke moved in front of the girl so that if she did stand up, she'd be face to face with him. "If you move around you're rib is going to take three times as long to heal, so I suggest you lay down. When I say lay, I also mean lay, not sit," he emphasized his point. After all, Sasuke was a modern genius. He was sure it would bother Ai to an extent that he knew she was hiding something without her even giving a direct hint about it. Part of being a genius was being able to piece things together without needing strong hints.

"Look. There's no point in you leaving anyway. I already know you're hiding something on your stomach. Whether it's cigarette burns, cuts, bruises, it's not something I care about." Not something I'm going to judge. "Might as well get the treatment," he added, waiting for her to either cooperate or put on some side show about how he didn't know anything. Either were equally as likely, considering Sasuke had dealt with telling other stubborn patients what to do and they usually only had two outcomes.

[data]muse explosion D:

[Ai Komata]

About to step off the bed, the boy spoke up. Three times longer to heal...yeah, she guessed he was right, but she couldn't let anyone see her stomach. The collateral might be worse than the rib itself. But...she couldn't miss work, or even the tips she got from serving tabels. And even if they found out she had depression and got her therapy or whatever, she couldn't go because of work, so she guessed there was no real harmin any of this. Plus, he said he didn't care if she had bruises or cuts. Good. He better not. She couldn't stand to have another Naruto who actually cared about her...to an extent.

She sat back up on the bed with a defiant huff as she lowered the bed so it was flat once again.

[data]ooc: super fail post D: