Its kind of short but I needed to get something out there! Been very busy as of late so don't hates me :(
The Beginning
Four Months Later
Sand had become Sakura's greatest enemy. It was simply everywhere and impossible to completely rid herself of. If it wasn't the Desert's sand then it would be Gaara's own sand that coated her in a fine dusting or clouded up her work areas. To make matters worse there truly was no escaping either form. The once great Sand Village was now nothing more than a giant dust bowl left barren after the massive assault on it by a still unknown enemy, Its people scattered and wandering the deserts as their ancestors once did, and then there was the Kazekage himself.
She had just entered his makeshift chambers when a tendril of sand reached out to pull upon her hand and bring her into the dark room more quickly. Before her on a large bed lay the brooding young man, his face expressing the extent of his discomfort and pain he must be feeling at that moment. His body was still paralyzed from the chest down and with every passing week what little progress they made seemed more and more inconsequential. It wasn't just paralysis they had to battle against either. Atrophy of his muscles and loss of his chakra channels threatened too.
The man could speak but as usual he very rarely uttered a word. Instead he would just watch her with those calculating eyes of his as she went about her work. In the beginning it had been unnerving to the point she could barely focus upon her work. Now though she would be more worried to find him not aware. So as those dark ringed eyes bore into her she took a seat on his bedside and prepared to begin his latest round of treatment. Her small hands seeming to pale in comparison to the size of his broad shoulders and chest as they moved across them glowing softly.
As always that woman was lost within her work as she sought to correct Gaara's unfortunate condition. Her brow pinching and her lips quirking up as she concentrated upon reversing his paralysis. The smallest of signs that she was on the verge of chakra exhaustion were also very clear to his observant eyes by now. The deep bruising's beneath her eyes as they fluttered close involuntarily more than usual, the way her lips would begin to tremble as her shoulders stiffened, and her teeth would grind together. But, most telling of all, was her fingers that would begin to slightly brush up against him as she maneuvered her chakra around his prone form. It was those unexpected bursts of feeling that gave him hope her treatments were actually working.
"Enough." Gaara's deep voice seemed to startle the woman and she all but jumped off the bed's side.
The man knew if he didn't stop the persistent woman she would keep going until she was so drained she could barely stumble back to her tent just down the makeshift road. He had reports of her having to be carried home after shifts at their medical headquarters, but he refused to let that happen when she was within his presence.
"But! I am…" Her protests rang empty within his ears
"Haruno I am ordering you to return to your tent and get some rest. There is no need to harm yourself further for my sake." His voice was commanding and cold.
She had stopped the pain he had been experiencing as feeling had returned within his chest from her last treatment and made some further work getting a shoulder to regain some semblance of feeling too. Asking for anything more would be foolish and he had more patience than most men anyways. Getting her to stop though was always a challenge in itself.
"I am almost there. I just need a few more minutes and I can…" Her words broke off as she registered the look he was giving her. "Okay but I will be back tomorrow!" she finally huffed out and turned to storm out the stuffy tent.
The last thing Sakura wanted was for Gaara to drag her by force back to her tent, with more of that blasted sand to fill it up.