This chapter is extraordinarily short. Well, at least the last one was pretty long. And I just posted the last one yesterday.

Get ready for strange, all-over-the-place, irregular updates! Yaaaayy! (boo'd)

-Time Skip: Two Weeks Later-

From now on, the pink-haired girl comes in less and less, and when she does, she always looks agitated. Instead, a blonde lady who calls herself Tsunade checks in on me.

I don't mind, however. It doesn't matter much to me.

The visitors slow from almost every free spot to just occasionally. Gaara is a recurring one, coming in almost every day for a short while. I often pretend to be asleep while he comes in, just to avoid any awkwardness.

I have not been able to forget that kiss, although I've tried. It apparently does mean something, because Sakura seemed a little upset when I told her.

Just a little.

Back to the kiss.

The thing is, it wasn't that it was bad, actually - it's that it was…

Good.

I mean, was it supposed to be? It was this strange, unfamiliar tingling feeling, spreading from my lips to very tips of my toes, the coil compressing in my belly, and I couldn't breathe,but it was in a good way.

Oh, and that ramen stuff was pretty good too.

Never mind.

Whenever Sakura comes in, I try to talk to her, but she doesn't seem to want to talk to me too much.

She has reduced the time she comes into my room to a few seconds a time. She simply sets down the pills and a cup of water on the table next to me, then leaves. A few minutes later, she comes back in and takes away the empty cup, then leaves.

Every single day, the same thing.

I try to talk to her every time, but she seems pretty upset. I eventually give up and quietly allow her to set down my things and leave without a word to me. I obediently eat the painkillers, letting myself slip in and out of sleep.

My constant, splitting headache has now dulled to a small, ignorable throbbing. Tsunade has not removed my bandages, although my wound has mostly healed already. I sneak outside a couple times to get some fresh air, but am always found and dragged back to the hospital.

Eventually, they have to tie down one of my hands to the bed so I stop leaving the bed.

Gaara laughs when he sees me with my arm restrained. He seems to have expected this.

About a week later, he tells me he is going back to the Hidden in Sand Village. I feel a little sad at this, because whenever it isn't super awkward, it's not bad being with him.

When he leaves, his absence really is disappointing. I realize how boring it is without anybody to talk to, and I nearly bite through the rope trying to get out of there.

Tsunade forcefully tells me to stay the heck in bed and not to get out unless the village was under siege and I was going to die if I didn't move.

I yawn and stretch, sighing in content, and wonder…

What the hell am I going to do about this?

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