This is my first fanfic so I apologize if it's really sucky and for any grammar errors.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
His hands shock. Adrenaline pumped through his veins replacing the haft pint of blood lost to a kunai wound on his upper arm. His buddy had wrapped it in thin, dirty bandages and gave him a food pill to help with the dizziness and nausea. They were out of immediate danger and had a few moments to gather themselves before the next clash was expected. Miraculously, seven of their original squad of twenty had survived the enemy's sneak attack while they had been resting. Now they sat huddled together under the cover of some large above ground tree roots from the monstrous vegetation that grew in the Northern rain country's forests. The only two ninja amongst them with even the most basic of medical training were moving around the group doing the best they could with the limited resources they had to bandage up the wounded.
He burrowed his shaking hands into the wet dirt made soft with the constant downpour of rain that fell there. He took a few deep breathes, trying to quiet his ragged breathing and hoping to slow his racing heart that still stubbornly pumped adrenaline through his tense frame. The strong smell of earth and grass and death assaulted his nose threating to chock him. Coughing racked his abused body making every wound, bruise, and sore spot ache. Even buried, his hands still shock.
The kunoichi next to him poorly stifled her crying. He glanced over at her shuddering form. Tears streamed down her dirt covered face from large light brown eyes. He looked away quickly.
He felt his buddy start rummaging through the pack on this thigh but didn't comment. Depending on the needs of the group he knew he'd either receive or not receive supplies. He tried desperately to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach when he felt his already near empty pack grow lighter. He clenched a fist of dirt, trying to lock his twitching arm muscles.
A thin guy, more or of a boy really by the sight of his full cheeks, perked up suddenly looking alarmed. "Ten enemies coming fast, five miles northwest headed in this direction." He said in a low, soft voice, too soft for a shoulder. They all moved instantly, quickly and efficiently gathering up their things.
His buddy starts issuing out orders, dividing up the remaining ninja and planning out different strategies and modes of attack. He only haft listened, trying to both watch and not watch the girl bust out into rattling sobs as she packed her meager supplies away and rose shakily onto a wrapped ankle. For some reason, he felt the insane need to memorize her face but looked away before he was left with little more than an impression of her eyes.
His buddy touched his shoulder and he followed him closely as they propelled themselves through the trees. As they approached the enemy he pulled out one of his last kunai and griped it hard wishing nothing more than for his hands to stop shaking.