Author's Note: This story is going to be told in my OC's first person POV, but will occasionally go to third person with some of the original characters. I hope you enjoy!
I woke up in the middle of the night. I have the unusual ability to tell when someone's in pain, part of the reason why I joined the Sand Ninja Medical Corps. I got out of bed, put my shoes on, and walked out the door.
My feet automatically took me towards the water tower. It was a small, wooden shell filled with water on a hill just outside of the village. On good nights, it was also Gaara's favorite sleeping place.
As I neared the tower, I could see a small figure stretched out on the ground. It was Gaara.
"Gaara?" I whispered. "Are you okay?"
His head turned to look at me. He had tear trails running down his face, and as I watched, another spasm of pain shot through his body.
I ran over to his side and kneeled down. He was trembling.
"Shhh. It's okay," I whispered to him. I brushed some of the bright red hair away from his brow. I tried using some of my medical jutsu, but I knew it wouldn't do much. There are some things that can only be healed with time.
I clasped his hands with mine. "Would you like me to stay here tonight?" I asked. I hated seeing anyone in so much pain.
Gaara nodded.
That morning, I awoke to sunlight streaming down on the sand. Gaara was already awake. He was sitting next to me, watching the sunrise.
"Good morning," I said. I frowned. "Are you feeling better?"
"Yes. I'm fine," Gaara replied. He sighed. "Thank you for being there last night."
"I couldn't leave you alone, could I?" I said. "No if I knew something was wrong."
"How did you know?" Gaara asked, "Could you feel it again?"
"Yeah."
We stayed like that, just watching the sunrise together.