ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴏɴᴏʟɪɴɢᴜᴀʟ | SASUKE READER INSERT

⌜Chapter I⌟

a/n: Hello! I just want y'all to know this is HEAVILY inspired by 'you are coming down with me' by neetsch on ao3. I love this idea and I desperately need more of it.
Also 100% of this is google translation, I am a spanish student. I've never taken a japanese class in my life. I'm so sorry lol. Please feel free to correct any grammar I may have missed, but plz be nice :)

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His eyes hurt.

"Wata- ga mi-su ka?"

He groans and tries to bring his hands to rub his temple. His arms didn't want to cooperate, and trying only made his entire body ache.

"-kanai de."

He feels a hand on his shoulder and flinches. Violently. 'Oww- why in the world? Why would my body betray me like that? That hurt.' He felt the hands pull back from him then heard a person speak.

"Gomen, Sasuke-kun."

He must not have heard that right. 'Are they speaking Koren? Japanese? Chinese?'

"Watashi wa anata o kowagara seru tsumori wa nakatta," He nodded his head thinking to himself. 'Definitely japanese.' He sighed and made an attempt to open his eyes only to see red. He felt warmth run down his face like tears and then frantic shuffling, worried mumbling, and then a warm towel on his eyes.

"Me o hirakenaide," was the last thing he heard before his head started ringing.

He wished he understood what they were saying, like his own personal google translate installed in his brain. (a/n: don't we all)

Maybe he should have asked for complete comprehension, a speaking assistant, or at the very least an English to Japanese dictionary. But he didn't, so he'll have to play the hand he got. The hand he asked for.

⌜願いが叶う⌟

When he woke up again he forced himself to a sitting position letting him look around. All he saw was a standard hospital room. Then he felt his lap turn cool and damp so he looked down.

A bloody cloth. It used to be white based on the edges, but the middle was a dark brown surrounded by shades of reds. He blinked and felt the crust on his eyelashes.

He grimaced. Gross.

His sight was suffering based on the dark spots in his view. Also, it was clearly not from nausea. But he hates to have to think about how it was probably blood flakes making those spots.

He groaned, cringing away at how his voice cracked and vocal cords retaliated. He really wanted to know what was happening to him. Before he could raise his hand to feel his eyes he paused.

'Now I know I never had the hands of a bodybuilder but... they have never been this tiny!?' He brings his hands together on his lap. 'Or pale? I don't think I'll ever be able to go to a beach again. I'll burn like a marshmallow put too close to a flame. Have they even been taking care of my- this body while unconscious?'

He laid his head back against his pillow, closing his eyes again and trying to relax. A quiet knock on the door rudely interrupted the idea. "Haitte kimasu ne."

'Ah- still in Japan... apparently? No, probably not.' This definitely wasn't his body, and this hospital room was... lacking in modern science now that he looked closer. Perhaps a little bit of modern sanitation too. The realization didn't help the fact that he still had no idea what the person behind the door had said though.

He didn't need to reply as the man opened the door after a few seconds of waiting. The man's eyes landed on him and he smiled a bit, relieved, by the looks of it.