She was flying. It was sickening. But she could feel herself pinned against the ground. She could feel so much pain that she could barely feel anything at all. She turned her head to the side and vomited.

"What-" She gasped. She could feel the iron taste of blood in her mouth. She could feel it seeping around her.

She felt hot, she looked down as best she could and could see flames lapping around her foot, they would be spreading soon.

She already knew what was coming. She could see figures above her, dancing in a white glare. She swallowed all the dry blood in her mouth and moaned. "Help." She whispered, her cracked lips opened and closed in that flowing way as she said the word. She took a breath and felt pain. Something was stuck in her side.

She had been lying there for an eternity, crushed under the weight of Temari's car. She was trapped within it. The seat she had been sitting in had broken, and the back flew away, so she was laying, crushed with her legs on the seat she had been sitting on, and her head and back on the back seat. She was lying straight, she could feel such wait on her as if there was another car above her, weighing down. She moaned again.

The door was intact, no hope of crawling out. It would take more than a crow bar to open it.

"Temari." She said in a dry voice. "Where are you?"

The dancing figures were getting closer, one reached out its arm to her. She lifted her arm straight up, even though she really didn't move her arm at all, and tried to take it. She could feel her soul fading. She could barely hear the noises of the outside world. Their fingers brushed and a numbing feeling ran through her, everything was turning white.

She could feel another figure's arms wrap themselves around her waist. She was being pulled. Was it one of those figures? She couldn't tell. Suddenly, she felt the weight expelled. She could feel hard cement beneath her. She began to breath.

"Who-"

"Don't talk." A mystical voice said. It was a man's. Bold and brave, but soft and gentle.

She wiggled her left foot, the one that had been engulfed by flames, only to be met by pain. She winced.

"Are you-"

She could feel someone remove her shoe. It hurt so much that it barely hurt at all. She sighed. She could feel something cold wash over it.

The dancing figures were getting farther and farther away. The white was receding.

"The ambulance will be here shortly, Hinata."

There was a pause between his sentence and her name. He said it with strength and gentility. The last dot of white disappeared and she looked into the eyes of Sasuke. She was sitting next to her. Attempting to take care of her most urgent wounds.

"Sa-su-ke." Her lips could barely make the required motions to say his name. She said it dryly, but with emotion.

"Rest now." He said. "You're safe."

Hinata could hear sirens, and could see red lights. She looked up at Sasuke's face. His eyes seemed to be coming at her. Or everything was going black. Everything was going black.

Temari shivered from Hinata's cold account.

"Hinata. That's so romantic."

"I know." Hinata said. Her voice wasn't as dry anymore. Her face was pale though. "He saved me. If I had been in there longer…." She looked at her left foot. Those flames from the car had caught her shoe on fire, they would have spread up her jeans and eventually killed her, if loss of blood didn't first.

"Are you ready to come home?" Temari said.

Hinata nodded. "When its time. I would love that."

This isn't the end, but it's probably next chap.