Waking up in The Wrong Bed
'Stop freaking out. Fix it if you can. If you can't. Go to sleep and try again tomorrow.' - Unknown.
Consciousness came slowly to Silas. Diping in between aware and not so much. Murmurs reached his ears but he wasn't able to focus enough to understand them. Time drifted on for an unknown amount of time. Just drifting.
Relaxing against the soft covers of his bed, Silas found himself wondering what time it was. Cracking his eyes open, he found himself confronted by bright light. Hissing out, he wondered why the light was on. He waited for his eyes to adjust before opening them fully. Freezing when he saw that he had no idea where he was.
Glancing at the stand beside his bedside he concluded that he was at the hospital. But why? Gasping he sat up quickly, only to flop back down as he became lightheaded. Shakily he lifted a hand to his throat, only to feel nothing unusual was there. Bringing his hand back down he paused.
"Hah... what?" He asked, wincing when he heard his voice. His voice that was for a fact not his voice.
Bringing both hands to his face he couldn't help but to question why they were so small. Those were not his hands. Hesitantly he pulled the blanket back, biting his lip. Those were not his legs.
Feeling his breath shudder he tried to think logically. He knew that his throat had been slashed open. And yet, there was nothing to show for what happened. His breath hitched, trying nto to think about the attack in his home. The place where he should have been safe. His sanctuary forever violated by a crazed person. No longer safe.
He felt a sob burst from his lips. Clasping a hand over them he glanced around. Finding two different doors along with a cupboard, he decided to try his luck and see what he had gotten himself into. So his first course of action wad to find out what he looked like now. That meant going to find a mirror. Hoping one of the doors led to a bathroom he stumbled out of bed. Almost collapsing, but grabbing onto the bed just in time to stop his fall. Breathing out gustily he shakily stood back up and wobbly made his way towards one of the doors.
Opening it up a crack he saw someone striding past. Forgoing that door, he made his way to the other one. Peeking inside he found what he was looking for. Going in front of the mirror caused him to do a double take. In the mirror where he should have been stood an adorable small child. With messy black hair that stood up in the back, big onyx eyes, and a creamy complexion. Tilting his head to the side he watched as the image copied him.
Shakily he lifted his too small hand and pressed it to it's reflection on the cool surface. Staring blankly into their eyes, he had to acknowledge that that was him. That small child in the mirror was him. Where there should have been himself, stood a small stranger. He watched as the small child's(his) face crumble into itself. Tears blurred his vision, smudging out his view. Pressing his forehead to the cool surface he felt like he was choking as sobs rushed to the surface.
Not caring for who might hear he let out a heart-wrenching wail. Letting his grief out for any listening to hear. Hugging himself to try to get some comfort did nothing to calm his rising panic. Listening to his heartbeat throb in his ears, he almost missed the shadow moving behind him. Reaching out to grab him.
Just as the horrible hand brushed against his shoulder he screamed out a defiant “NO!” whilst slapping the hand away. Only to be rewarded with it coming back more insistently.
Scrambling away from it like a wild animal, he let out a wounded sound as another pair of arms wrapped around him. Trapping his upper body in an unwanted embrace. Screaming out he thrashed his legs about, trying to make his captor lose his grip.
“Let me go! NO! Let me go, please let me go. No no no-”
“Shh --suke, I‘ve got you. Your saf-”
“No! Let me go! Not again! NO!”
“Chitose, -o some-”
“Let me GOOO!”
“Oompf! Like wh-t?”
“Sedate him!”
“Oh! Hai Hai. Fuck! The little shit just bit me!”
“That’s what you get for putting your hand near his mouth.”
“How was I supposed to know he’d do that?”
“You idiot, he’s panicking, why wouldn’t he? Poor thing probably thought you were Itachi come to finish the job.”
‘Itachi...’ he thought as his limbs slumped and his head got fuzzy. ‘ Who ?’
“Dude, that’s not funny. You’ll probably jinx it saying things like that.”
“Hah? It’s not like he could come back for his little otouto, what with all the Anbu out searching for him.”
‘Otouto? Why does that sound familiar?’ Allowing his head to flop back, he looked up into the face of the person holding his unresisting body.
Gaining the attention of the brown-haired male, who looked back at him with grey eyes filled with concern and a hint of wariness. Wondering why, he remembered one of the comments said. Feeling heat rush to his cheeks he tried to look apologetic. From the warm look he got in return, he assumed he had been forgiven for biting the man.
Feeling a hand card through his hair, he melted.
"There now." The brunette mumured. "I've got you Sasuke. Relax."
Feeling his eyes droop he snuggled into the warm body behind him. Deciding to just see what happens and go with flow, since he had no idea what was even going on and he had no power to stop whatever it was. And with that last thought, Silas drifted off once again but not before taking note of how the name Sasuke felt natural to him.