"Sakura..."
"…"
"Sa-ku-ra..!"
"Hmm."
"SAKURA!"
"I'm doing your laundry for you, you jerk, so this better be good!" Sakura wiped the non-existent sweat off her forehead. She walked quickly to his room and leaned near the open door. There he was, the little brat and all his glory. Sasuke was surprisingly bratty and demanding when he's sick.
Sakura crossed her arms and her eyes soften. Her head tilted to the side and soft baby pink locks fell to the side of her face. Her eyes now set on the brooding young man in his bed, all tucked in a warm sheet of blanket. Sasuke had been recovering from the injuries of the last S-rank mission and Sakura had been taking care of him, being the fantastic friend as well as medic-nin that she is.
"Is anything wrong, Sasuke?" she asked.
"Yes."
Sakura walked over to his bedside and placed a hand on his forehead.
"You don't seem to have a fever..." She felt the sides of his body covered with bandages. "Is it your wound?"
Sasuke kept quiet, his eyes were dark. He shifted to one side of the bed, leaving a space for Sakura. He gently patted the space next to him indicating something, for sure.
"Just-" he mumbled.
"Okay, okay!" Sakura lied down next to him, her body facing the ceiling and her palms rested on her stomach. "Just tell me what's wrong, Sasuke."
Sasuke went back to his slumber.
"Everything's fine now."
Hehe, if you've gotten to reading it this far, thank you! This is my first published fanfiction ever, so I decided to try a one-shot and maybe continue on to bigger things (you know, the sort of fanfics with CHAPTERS, hee). First review gets a cyber blow kiss from me ;-* Just uhh, we nice ^^''
PS: Did you get the story? How the only thing that was bothering Sasuke was the fact that Sakura wasn't there laying next to him. HAHAH