She didn't know what to do.
He had let her.
Alone.
In the dark.
She had not been far from him in years, since she had woken up with very few memories and even less life left in her. She had leaned on him out of pure necessity in the beginning, not having anything stable to hold onto in a fast moving rocky world that she did not understand. He gave her a purpose and taught her to live when the few memories that were still found in her brain failed her.
His strong hand held hers as she fought with her last remaining energy to continuing to breath. His warm strong hand had held hers, giving her a strength to fight. Fight for a life she was not even conscience she wanted or needed. His hand drove the instinctual fight to continue on breathing.
Before anything else she remembered his hand. Before the memory of remembering to breath without the machine or the clean smell of the room she laid in. Before the bright eye stinging lights or the starchy sheets, it was his hand that came to mind first. His big beautiful hand that kept her alive that she remembered most in the beginning of her new life.
A new life because she had an old life that she could not remember. Not all of it was gone but what was left was a fragmented and fuzzy recollection of memories that served no other purpose but to drive her to figure out who and what she had been before.
Her new life with him had started after an accident. One she could only remember by the pain and the blackness before his hand came into her world. An accident that he would never fully explain to her because he hadn't known either. He had just found her bloody broken body on a river bank. He said it was pure curiosity that had drawn him to help her in the first place, then as he pulled her up out of the mud and she clung to him it became more than curiosity.
The beginning of a new life without her even knowing an old life.
And he had left her.
Alone.
Without any more than a simple explanation then it was to keep her safe.
She had to believe he would come back like he promised.
"I will come back to your side, even if it takes me years I will come back. I have to leave to keep you safe. I have to keep the snake away from you and that means staying away from you. I will be back. I promise." He had whispered to her as he had left her in the rain.
He promised. He promised to come back to me. Hinata thought as she snuggled a little deeper into her temporary bed.