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The lyric struck her there. “Who’s gonna watch me die?” she asked quietly. If everyone went out on missions and died, she’d be left behind. She hadn’t gone on a mission in a few years; she was too precious at the hospital. But how many people had she known already come and died, leaving her behind.
She let out a low anguished cry and fell to her knees, burying her head into the bed. “I don’t want to be alone,” she cried as her throat tightened, griping the sheets in her clenched hands. “I don’t want to watch you die….Shikamaru.”
“How troublesome,” came the deep rumbled reply of a man who’d just woken up. A strong hand rest on her head trying to give her some level of comfort.
Sakura turned her head to look at him, the tears were still flowing out and she had bitten her lip to keep the cries in. Her shoulders heaved, as his fingers laced through her short pink hair and pushed the strands behind her ear. She watched him half frightened that this wasn’t real, that she’d only imagined it because of the stress.
“I won’t leave you alone,” he whispered. “I can’t promise to watch you die, I’ll do everything I can to save you first but I’ll be there.”
That broke her out of her stupefied slump. She slowly stood to her feet, his hand falling away. “Your nurse said that you might not wake up,” she said softly and reached out to touch his face. To confirm that it wasn’t a trick.
“I woke up,” he replied with a surge of his shoulders, letting her hand come in contact with his cheek. He turned his head and kissed her palm. “Get back to work, I’ll rest up and when I’m out of here…..I’ll be at your apartment.”
Sakura was able to smile for once in weeks that he’d been in a comma. Not even thinking, she flung herself into his arms.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, holding him tightly. “I was scared.” He didn’t say anything but wrapped his arms around her.
She’ll be okay, he thought kissing her forehead.