Prompt: Sasuke gets seriously injured on the battlefield and Sakura desperately tries to heal him.
I know this has been done before, but I really wanted to try my hand at it! I imagined that this was a battle/mission that happened after the war, and that Sasuke and Sakura were an item :]
"Sasuke-kun!" Sakura shrieked, immediately rushing to his side. She quickly unzipped his blood-soaked shirt and surveyed his torso. He had been stabbed three different times in the abdomen. She had seen gashes like this on shinobi before, but never had she seen them on a loved one. She tried to stop her hands from shaking as she placed them on his stomach, knowing that now more than ever her chakra control and precision had to be perfect. She didn't say a word, but her horror struck eyes said it all—his wounds were fatal.
"Is it bad?" Sasuke said jokingly, trying to make the situation as bearable for her as possible. She didn't have to say anything for him to know the reality of the situation.
"Don't speak Sasuke-kun," Sakura whispered as she pressed on his abdomen, trying desperately to close the wounds.
"Sakura…" he began, but was interrupted by a cough that erupted out of his throat. He felt warm blood spew out of his mouth and drip down his cheeks.
"Sasuke-kun, please," she urged as tears began to escape her eyes. "Talking will only strain…"
"I know I messed up a lot," he interrupted, "and I could have done things a lot better…"
"Please stop," she cried, tears flowing freely now. His words, though sincere and heartfelt, pierced her heart deeper than any blade ever could. "There's no reason to say things like that here; you're going to make it. You're going to make it, okay?"
But he began again, ignoring her request. "I didn't know it in the beginning, but…you were…" he coughed. "You were…the best thing that ever happened to me and…"
"Urusai!" Sakura screamed, tears streaming down her face and onto her green-lit hands. She wanted to say more, but it was taking every ounce of energy and concentration she had left not only to heal him, but to control her sobbing as well. Although despite her efforts, neither was going well.
Sasuke shakily raised his right hand upward until it was steadied by Sakura's cheek. Sakura's eyes opened in surprise. Blood from his hand smeared on her cheek, but she didn't care. His warm touch made her long for his protective embrace, his sarcastic tone, his charismatic smile. The journey they traveled to be together was rough, but in hindsight, it was perfect. They were perfect. Because they were able to be together.
The sound of him coughing brought her back to reality—panicked, she pumped more chakra through her hands and into his abdomen. She had done everything she could, tried every technique Tsunade taught her, but still the wounds continued to bleed. Why…why? she thought. Despairingly, she looked back at Sasuke and to her surprise, she saw him smile.
"Sakura…" he whispered.
"No!" she bawled, refusing to hear any words of goodbye from him. "Sasuke-kun! Please, you can't do this…I can't bare to lose you again!" she sobbed, unable to control it any longer.
"Thank you…"
Sakura opened her mouth to gasp, but no sound came out. His words paralyzed her—they echoed through her mind as she tried to respond, but for some reason she couldn't. After a moment, she felt his hand slide slowly down her face, down her neck, and then into her lap, marking its path with a trail of bright red blood. Her whole body trembled, but she couldn't feel it. It was as if all the blood had left her body—she couldn't move her limbs no matter how hard she tried. She stared at his open, lifeless eyes, petrified to the point that she forgot how to breathe.