[It's all he says — because even now, hurt and a little left out in the cold, he can't reject a request from Cy. So he closes the conversation and focuses his eyes on the wall of that cramped room, trying to keep his mind away from the thought of Cy, somewhere else, with someone else in his arms.
Three days pass quietly. He knows there is a clinic in the resort, but his wounds aren't severe enough he would even consider seeking outside help; they'll heal on their own with enough rest. The worst is what may possibly be a cracked rib — the area is tender and badly bruised, blister-red fading to ripe shades of blue and purple in short time. It hurts when he breathes too deeply, but it also isn't the first time he's broken his ribs. The difference then is that he'd had access to a medic-nin.
He regrets not learning healing techniques from Sakura while she was available to him in the Netherworld. Perhaps he'd taken her presence for granted, only to find it now gone, an absence more sorely missed than he expects. Their tenuous path back toward friendship had barely begun before he'd woken here.
On the day of what should be Cy's return, he keeps to his own floor — where he's stayed, unable to access Cy's room, restricting himself to bed. At least he'd made another trip to the library before his encounter with Pinocchio in the elevator; he has enough to read to keep himself occupied. Unsurprisingly, and unfortunately for his injuries, he doesn't sleep well.
Fresh from a shower (and the first he's successfully taken in this state), Sasuke is seated on his bed cross-legged, a book in his lap. Simply waiting.]
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[It's all he says — because even now, hurt and a little left out in the cold, he can't reject a request from Cy. So he closes the conversation and focuses his eyes on the wall of that cramped room, trying to keep his mind away from the thought of Cy, somewhere else, with someone else in his arms.
Three days pass quietly. He knows there is a clinic in the resort, but his wounds aren't severe enough he would even consider seeking outside help; they'll heal on their own with enough rest. The worst is what may possibly be a cracked rib — the area is tender and badly bruised, blister-red fading to ripe shades of blue and purple in short time. It hurts when he breathes too deeply, but it also isn't the first time he's broken his ribs. The difference then is that he'd had access to a medic-nin.
He regrets not learning healing techniques from Sakura while she was available to him in the Netherworld. Perhaps he'd taken her presence for granted, only to find it now gone, an absence more sorely missed than he expects. Their tenuous path back toward friendship had barely begun before he'd woken here.
On the day of what should be Cy's return, he keeps to his own floor — where he's stayed, unable to access Cy's room, restricting himself to bed. At least he'd made another trip to the library before his encounter with Pinocchio in the elevator; he has enough to read to keep himself occupied. Unsurprisingly, and unfortunately for his injuries, he doesn't sleep well.
Fresh from a shower (and the first he's successfully taken in this state), Sasuke is seated on his bed cross-legged, a book in his lap. Simply waiting.]