Samara felt herself laying on the floor. A blinding light covered her eyes and she could she nothing else. Then her vision went black.
Samura POV
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When I awoke I was aware of a faint beeping sound. Was I dead? No, death shouldn't be this uncomfortable. I opened my eyes.
I was on a bed in the Konaha hospital. Beside me was an occupied chair. Sasuke lay there, fast asleep.
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Sasuke POV
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I awoke with a tingling feeling in my legs. I looked at the bed where Samara lies. She had been asleep for two days now. But as I looked now, she was not asleep. Her eyes were open, watching him.
"Samara, you're okay!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah," she muttered sleepily "What happened to Itachi?"
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Samara POV
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I asked him what happened to Itachi. He grew rigid in his seat. Was he dead? Did we finally put an end to him? Sasuke should be happy.
"Uh, how do I explain this?" Sasuke said. Oh no, No! Itachi had killed someone else. He had taken another life of someone I loved. Damn him!!
"He got away…" Sasuke said.
"And?" I asked.
"He got Gaara." The boy who had made fun of my name. Gaara, with his red hair and kanji sign for love on his forehead was dead. Had he left behind loved ones?
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Sasuke POV
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I watched Samara assess the knowledge I had given her. She looked as though she was going to cry.
Why is she about to cry, its not as though Gaara is… Gaara isn't.
"Gaara isn't dead, Samara."
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Samura POV
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"He's not dead, Samura" Sasuke said
"What happened?"
"He got in the way of the blast, that's all. The doctors are taking care of it."
"Can I see him?"
"Yeah I'll go get a wheelchair" Sasuke said.
So Sasuke found a wheelchair and got me into it. My legs were injured and I would not be able to use either my left leg or left arm for awhile.
Through elevators and down many corridors they went until they found Gaara's room. Inside, the room was plain. Gaara lay in the only occupied bed, looking worse off than me. He was hooked up to lots of IVs and monitors. He was conscious enough to look over at me and Sasuke and smile.
"Man did I screw up" he whispered. Then he assessed me. "You look how I feel."
"I looked over at the tiny mirror above the sink. I looked much worse than I felt. My face was bruised, swollen, and cut up. The top half of my head was bandaged. Actually, my entire body—that I could see—was black and blue.
"Ouch" I said "You must feel awful."
"Yeah" he laughed. "I guess we both screwed up." Suddenly a coughing fit seized him.
I wheeled my chair closer.
"God, I feel like I'm about to die. And I haven't even gotten to know you" he whispered.
"You're not going to die, the doctors are making you better" I stroked his hair, everything else was bandaged, bruised or stuck with and IV.
"You know, I think you're wrong. There's something happening to me that the doctors don't want to tell me. I have a feeling that my time is short."
"You'd better not give up" I warned.
He smiled at me.
"You know" he said "If I had been given the chance, I might've fallen in love with you."
I felt my eyes stinging, tears threatening to spill over.
"You're not going to die damn it. I'm strong enough to keep us both alive" I kissed his lips.
"Now I know I could've fallen in love with you" he sighed.
"I'm going to find Itachi. And when I do, I'm going to make him pay. I'll kill that son of a bitch. I swear it."
Gaara smiled.
"That's my girl."
Then he fell into unconsciousness.
I would hold to my promise. Even if it killed me.
