Blood, Sweat, and Drabbles
Hmm. I think this is the saddest drabble I've written so far. I won't say anything now, because I don't want to spoil anything--gasp! A drabble that I could actually spoil!--but I will say this: I left the ending open for reader's interpretation, but if you're curious, as the writer, I imagined the sad ending.
-hides from gunfire-
Title: Love
Word Count: 920
Prompt: Hand
Genre: General/Romance/Angst
Rating: PG
Warning: Yaoi, obviously.
Completed so far: 29/???
There was blood. Oh God. So much blood. Oh God, oh God. It had never looked so horrifying before. Stop. Never had the red liquid looked so foreboding. Please stop. And it just kept coming. Oh God, just stop.
Sasuke was using all of the white gauze that he had stocked in his kit. Every bit of it. And still, the blood just kept coming. Seeping through the cloth, pooling between his fingers. And he was shaking. His body just kept erupting in random tremors. Blood was not supposed to cause him to shake like some frightened child. He was not a frightened child, goddamnit, but why the hell would it not stop bleeding.
Then a weak hand was grasping his own, a hand from the broken body below him. And even though his hand was stained with red, he intertwined his own fingers with Neji’s. Because damn it all if he was going to let him go without a fight, but-oh God-there was so much blood.
Then Shikamaru was landing beside him from apparently nowhere and asking what happened. But he didn’t answer, because he didn’t know. He had not been watching like he was supposed to. He had turned his back. And then Neji had turned out like this, because of him.
Then Naruto was joining them, turning pale almost immediately upon seeing the sight. And then Sasuke was asking where the fuck was Sakura? But Naruto doesn’t know and just shouts a feeble, “She’s coming!” except he could tell that Naruto was just guessing. He didn’t know. And Neji’s grip on his own hand was growing weaker by the minute, and-fuck-it couldn’t end like this.
Lee showed up next, kneeling by his teammates head and asking if he could hear him. And then Sasuke’s shouting at him to shut the hell up. Neji didn’t need to be talking, he said, so don’t try to make him. And then Lee was looking guilty, and Sasuke was feeling guilty, but he pushed it aside. He would apologize later, when everything was alright again.
The slight pressure on his hand turned his attention back up to Neji’s face, which was paler than usual and losing color rapidly. Then he was telling him not to cry, and Sasuke was confused for a moment before he realized that his cheeks were wet and his vision had grown blurry. But goddamn the Hyuuga for pointing it out to him, because now he couldn’t stop and it just kept coming. Just like the blood-please stop.
Then there was coughing and blood was splashing up around his mouth and-oh God, he’s going to drown in his own blood-where the hell was Sakura? And Neji was turning his head to the side to cough out the blood was pooling in the back of his throat, and Sasuke found that he didn’t know what to do, and-fuck, why won’t it stop coming?-where the hell was Sakura? Why wasn’t she there yet? And why wouldn’t it stop coming? And why was there so much blood?
Neji squeezed his hand again, and he said, looking him dead in the eye, “Sasuke… I lo-” except Sasuke cut him off and told him to shut the hell up and save his damn strength! But really, the last thing he wanted to hear was that word from him, not because he never wanted to hear it-because, damnit, they never even got to exchange that stupid word-but because he didn’t, he couldn’t hear it hear. Not now. Not with all of the blood there.
Not like this.
It couldn’t end like this.
And then his hand was being pried away from the wound and the others were removing the gauze that he had placed there earlier, now stained completely with red. Like his hands. And his pants. And the bottom part of his shirt. And he was covered in it. Covered in Neji’s blood.
He was gripping Neji’s hand a lot harder than necessary, but he did not seem to mind, too focused on breathing, too focused on surviving-oh God, you better live-and so Sasuke just gripped tighter. Then fresh gauze was being placed over the wound, quickly getting soaked in blood as well. White to red in seconds, and still, they try. Try to stop bleeding. Please stop. It would not stop.
Neji’s hold on his hand started to slack and Sasuke began to panic. It couldn't end like this. And Lee must have seen it too, because he started panicking as well, grabbing Neji’s other hand, and praying or muttering into it, as though that will help. Naruto was paler than Sasuke had ever seen him, and Shikamaru looked like he was about to be sick. And all the while, Neji’s white eyes were fighting to stay open, fighting to stay awake, but he was losing. Sasuke knew it. They all knew it.
Fuck, it can’t end like this.
Then Sakura was there, pushing everybody out of the way, everybody except Sasuke who refused to let go of Neji’s hand, and the bloodied gauze was removed. Her hands glowed green as chakra was poured into his abdomen, and Sasuke sat, mesmerized. She was here. She was going to heal him. It was not going to end like this. It was going to be okay.
And as Sakura continued to work, Sasuke was certain that he felt Neji’s hand tighten its grip just a little.
-hides from gunfire-
Title: Love
Word Count: 920
Prompt: Hand
Genre: General/Romance/Angst
Rating: PG
Warning: Yaoi, obviously.
Completed so far: 29/???
There was blood. Oh God. So much blood. Oh God, oh God. It had never looked so horrifying before. Stop. Never had the red liquid looked so foreboding. Please stop. And it just kept coming. Oh God, just stop.
Sasuke was using all of the white gauze that he had stocked in his kit. Every bit of it. And still, the blood just kept coming. Seeping through the cloth, pooling between his fingers. And he was shaking. His body just kept erupting in random tremors. Blood was not supposed to cause him to shake like some frightened child. He was not a frightened child, goddamnit, but why the hell would it not stop bleeding.
Then a weak hand was grasping his own, a hand from the broken body below him. And even though his hand was stained with red, he intertwined his own fingers with Neji’s. Because damn it all if he was going to let him go without a fight, but-oh God-there was so much blood.
Then Shikamaru was landing beside him from apparently nowhere and asking what happened. But he didn’t answer, because he didn’t know. He had not been watching like he was supposed to. He had turned his back. And then Neji had turned out like this, because of him.
Then Naruto was joining them, turning pale almost immediately upon seeing the sight. And then Sasuke was asking where the fuck was Sakura? But Naruto doesn’t know and just shouts a feeble, “She’s coming!” except he could tell that Naruto was just guessing. He didn’t know. And Neji’s grip on his own hand was growing weaker by the minute, and-fuck-it couldn’t end like this.
Lee showed up next, kneeling by his teammates head and asking if he could hear him. And then Sasuke’s shouting at him to shut the hell up. Neji didn’t need to be talking, he said, so don’t try to make him. And then Lee was looking guilty, and Sasuke was feeling guilty, but he pushed it aside. He would apologize later, when everything was alright again.
The slight pressure on his hand turned his attention back up to Neji’s face, which was paler than usual and losing color rapidly. Then he was telling him not to cry, and Sasuke was confused for a moment before he realized that his cheeks were wet and his vision had grown blurry. But goddamn the Hyuuga for pointing it out to him, because now he couldn’t stop and it just kept coming. Just like the blood-please stop.
Then there was coughing and blood was splashing up around his mouth and-oh God, he’s going to drown in his own blood-where the hell was Sakura? And Neji was turning his head to the side to cough out the blood was pooling in the back of his throat, and Sasuke found that he didn’t know what to do, and-fuck, why won’t it stop coming?-where the hell was Sakura? Why wasn’t she there yet? And why wouldn’t it stop coming? And why was there so much blood?
Neji squeezed his hand again, and he said, looking him dead in the eye, “Sasuke… I lo-” except Sasuke cut him off and told him to shut the hell up and save his damn strength! But really, the last thing he wanted to hear was that word from him, not because he never wanted to hear it-because, damnit, they never even got to exchange that stupid word-but because he didn’t, he couldn’t hear it hear. Not now. Not with all of the blood there.
Not like this.
It couldn’t end like this.
And then his hand was being pried away from the wound and the others were removing the gauze that he had placed there earlier, now stained completely with red. Like his hands. And his pants. And the bottom part of his shirt. And he was covered in it. Covered in Neji’s blood.
He was gripping Neji’s hand a lot harder than necessary, but he did not seem to mind, too focused on breathing, too focused on surviving-oh God, you better live-and so Sasuke just gripped tighter. Then fresh gauze was being placed over the wound, quickly getting soaked in blood as well. White to red in seconds, and still, they try. Try to stop bleeding. Please stop. It would not stop.
Neji’s hold on his hand started to slack and Sasuke began to panic. It couldn't end like this. And Lee must have seen it too, because he started panicking as well, grabbing Neji’s other hand, and praying or muttering into it, as though that will help. Naruto was paler than Sasuke had ever seen him, and Shikamaru looked like he was about to be sick. And all the while, Neji’s white eyes were fighting to stay open, fighting to stay awake, but he was losing. Sasuke knew it. They all knew it.
Fuck, it can’t end like this.
Then Sakura was there, pushing everybody out of the way, everybody except Sasuke who refused to let go of Neji’s hand, and the bloodied gauze was removed. Her hands glowed green as chakra was poured into his abdomen, and Sasuke sat, mesmerized. She was here. She was going to heal him. It was not going to end like this. It was going to be okay.
And as Sakura continued to work, Sasuke was certain that he felt Neji’s hand tighten its grip just a little.