I roll over. My vision is fuzzy, but I can see something red watching me closely. I begin to drift back into my worried sleep. It shakes me once more and I open my eyes once again. Gaara in the hospital gown sits by me; a worried expression that does not fit him. I leap from my spot and embrace his head. Patting it as if he was a animal. Smiling erratically.

I wake from my light dream. I wish that was how it happened. Truth is Gaara still hasn't woken yet. I know it's only been a few hours, but I can't help be so scared. My imagination is making it worse; showing me horrible sights. I sat on the cot they brought me. Yeah I refused to leave. I shook in anticipation.

"Young miss I think he's gonna be alright. Go home." A nurse comforted.

I ignored her efforts. She didn't enjoy my manners and left swiftly. Leaving me to feel like I was suffocating on my words. Gaara looked so peaceful in that bed. A smile across his face.

Feet are heard through the halls. Screams of suffering and pain. Cries of pure hope. Nurses hard breathe reached to it's peak as they dash to rooms. But what seemed like only other quiet room sat across from Gaara's. I had found myself standing in it's doorway. A woman in her bed sat silently crying. Her husband holding her hand in security. The doctor finally came back into the room. He swiftly handed her a child. A little pink blanket wrapped around it. The doctor smiled and whispered in her ear. She giggled softly. Not to loudly though for she was exhausted. The doctor left while shutting the door.

He stopped by me. The smile fading from his lips. Slamming his hand against the wall. I fell back slightly.

"Sir."

I had realized I was the only one in the hallway. He threw his glasses to the ground and slammed his face against his arm. He cried quietly. His forgotten right arm hung heavy. Looking as if he would tip towards it.

"Are you OK?"

I reached for his arm. Taking his hand within my own.

"I... Why'd I take that mission." He cried hoarsely.

I sat there unsure of how to handle the situation. I took up my left hand and rubbed his back. Rubbing some random stranger back for comfort. This was me after all. Before the incident at home. Once he had calmed down a bit more I forced him to sit down on the cot with me.

"I'm sorry for that mishap." He apologized.

I slapped his lower shoulder, hard. He cringed.

"I knew it you have a Anbu mark."

He glared at me. I smiled innocently.

"YOU COULD OF FOUND A BETTER WAY TO FIND IT!"

"Yeah."

I then grasped his face. Staring into his now covered blue eyes. His messy brown hair slipping into the curves of his face.

"What happened to you. Your eyes are so sad."

He looked down. Gritting his teeth one last time before he began.

"I once belonged to Anbu. I left them for things they had forced me to do. One of those things was protect that woman. Akira is her name. We fell in love. But my team saw our relationship advance and they took me off the mission. Saying I was to emotionally involved. So they faked my death. She cries now with her brother because she thinks the father of her child is dead..."

He couldn't go on now. His tears fogged up his speech too horribly. He looked away and began to wipe away his tears. He felt weak, he was after all one of the Anbu. He wasn't supposed to cry.

"I'm sorry."

He quickly looked over to me. I too was crying. He felt horrible for making me upset as well. He sat his hands on my leg. It startled me.

"Why are you here?'

I stood quickly. He caught my wrist. Bringing me to sit again.

"Hey we'll probably never see each other again anyway. Cough it up."

I sighed before explaining my life story. It felt so strange. So different. I mean I told many about the accident, but never what made the accident so painful. And only one person knew tell now. I looked over to him. Still a smile on his face.

"Now he knows too."

His dry lips smack with his waking words.

Author Note: So I hope you enjoyed, I think I'm gonna keep going with this story tell they have all been reincarnated or someone dies.(again)