Porcelain suddenly appeared beneath his fingertips. Sasuke fumbled with his right hand, searching the knob, his left still gripping the shirt. The right knob held the cold water. The left was hot. That’s how he remembered it, but not being able to see, he found himself second guessing himself. Was he making that up? It was one of those little thing that was always there and that just came naturally when he could see, but now… now he couldn’t and the little things were harder to remember.
His hand found the knob, and he turned it, sticking his right hand beneath the stream – the stream of water that sounded so loud in his ears that he couldn’t hear Neji’s breathing anymore, and he had to fight down the sudden panic that attempted to override him at that – and waited for a few seconds to see if it would turn hot or not. It didn’t, and Sasuke lifted the shirt up to run it beneath the water, soaking it instantly.
It was drenched in seconds. He turned off the water before wringing out the shirt to get most of the excess water out of the cloth. Then, he paused and waited while his ears adjusted to the lack of sound to catch Neji’s breathing again. One second, two seconds, three seconds, and finally he caught the subtle inhalation of the other boy. Sasuke almost let out a sigh of relief. He turned toward the sound, shirt clasped in his left hand as he started to slowly make his trek across the room toward the breathing.
The rug, he thought as his bare feet shuffled along the floor, searching out for the offending object. Small water droplets from the shirt were running along his forearm as he held his arms out in front of him, and his other hand was still wet as well. In, out, inhale, exhale…
His toes found the rug, and he quickly stepped over the fringe before continuing on. His feet brushed against Neji’s seconds before his hands found the side of the boy’s face. He allowed his right hand to trail down to the boy’s shoulder to help guide him to the edge of the bed. He sat on the bed next to Neji, still moving as a syrupy pace; he didn’t know how wide Neji’s bed was, couldn’t tell how far he would have to move before he would fall off. His right hand moved up from Neji’s shoulder to brush through his hair, searching for the sensitive spot once more before he brought the damp cloth to that spot.
And, slowly, through the cloth, he began to pour a small amount of medical chakra into it to help ease the pain. Sasuke had never been able to truly grasp or learn the art of medical ninjutsu, but he had picked up (stolen with his all-seeing eyes) a few techniques of Kabuto. And while this little bit would not heal the wound, it would help ease the pain a little if nothing else.