"Damnit Sakura, I'm serious. Get the hell away from me with that thing." He was not having this, and he was far from amused. He didn't need a damn shot, so she could stop fucking waving that needle around like it wouldn't kill him.
"You're just being stubborn. Just sit down for me, okay Sasuke-kun?" And damn it, that look in her eyes made him weak in the knees. She probably knew it, too. "I promise it will be over quick..."
"Not quick enough. Just-stop it. Stop-stay! Sakura!" He couldn't leave the damn room. He had a suspicious bracelet hugging his wrist, that he assumed was put onto his person (without his permission) at some point when he was unconscious. Sneaky bastards. He really wished Sakura would just stop, but she kept fucking walking closer. Was she deaf? He was not going to let her near him. No matter how much he secretly loved this woman, however secret it could be while he was married to her at least, he would not let her come near him with that needle. He didn't care how gentle she would be.
"You need to get over this fear, Sasuke-kun. Please? I can help, but you need to try and let me..." Bullshit. Help? She had agreed years ago that she would keep this secret. She was the only one who knew, and Sasuke was not about to let that change.
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