She looked so beautiful, hovering over him with strands of her pink hair hanging in her eyes. How she managed to look as flawless at six in the morning as she did when got herself all done up for a night out on the town, he'd never know. Even with her hands slightly bloody from changing the bandages around his thigh and washing the blood stains from his tarnished clothing, she was the poster girl for perfection.
As she continued to wrap his wound in white gauze - a task any medic with half a brain could have been doing for him at the hospital - he sighed. She glanced over at him, a worried glint in her eyes, and asked, "Am I hurting you?"
He shook his head no. At least, not in the way she thought. He could have been at the local hospital he so dreaded, being tended to by half retarded interns and assistants. But as soon as she'd heard of his injuries, Sakura had insisted on living with him until he was fully healed. Which - she'd told him upon first examining the deep gash in his leg - would be quite a while. And waking up to a cup of coffee and her smiling face was nothing short of heavenly in his eyes. But eventually, she would leave. They always do.
Slowly but surely, the people in Kakashi's life were disappearing, and while he knew that Sakura had good reasons for worming her way in, he didn't know if he could stand gaining someone only to lose them again.