They're surrounded. Rain is pouring around them and everywhere Sakura looks there's another enemy nin coming straight at them. She doesn't have time to think or ponder, her body moving on muscle memory alone as she ducks and weaves, punching and kicking, a portion of her attention dedicated on making sure Kakashi is alright.

Maybe that's why she doesn't see it coming. She had glanced at him and that brief moment of inattention is enough. She knows Tsunade will hit her over the head for it, she's supposed to be medic after all and she's supposed to be able to evade any hit. This is what she can't help but think about even as she gets stabbed straight through her gut.

She chokes up blood, her eyes wide even a she lashes out with a punch that sends the guy who had stabbed her a few paces back, the bones of his face broken. She collapses, gasping slightly as she tries to keep herself up with a single hand, her other glowing green as she stabilized herself. The rain and the injury was making it hard for her breathe, each draw of breath aching and stabbing. The last time she had gotten an injury like this, she was 16 and facing Sasori.

"Sakura!" Kakashi yells. She glances at him and sees his wild eyes, the shock of his silver hair the only color in the dreary gray of the rain. His hands glow blue and Sakura flinches as lightning comes down upon the area, each bolt accurately directed to the enemy nin around her. Their screams fill the air and Sakura covers her face, her eyes closed from the bright flashes of lightning. She should be afraid at how close the bolts of lightning stuck, how she could almost taste it from how near it was, but she feels only the smallest hints of fear. She trusts him.

The smell of ozone fills the air, the hair on her arms sticking up at how close the electricity was around her. She can't quite believe his level of control over the element, how she's still safe in her own untouched circle, but if there's anyone who could do this, it would be Kakashi.

"Sakura," Kakashi gasps as he falls on his knees beside her. He reaches out to touch her, his hand warm.

"I'm fine," Sakura grumbles. "Help me pull it out."

Silently, surrounded by the still bodies of their once-enemies, Kakashi grips the handle of the sword embedded through her and slowly pulls it out. The wet squelch makes him flinch, his eyes fixed on hers as she uses the last of her chakra to heal it just enough. The rain is making his hair stick to his forehead, the droplets running down his face.

She nods grimly, her face pale. Kakashi breathes out, not quite a sigh of relief because they aren't safe yet, it's still a way to go before the border of Fire Country. He leans in and presses his forehead against hers, his eyes squeezed shut with what looks like pain.

"Be more careful, please."

Oh, Sakura thinks, her heart stuttering. He pulls away and then smiles at her through his mask, his eye crinkling at the corner. He looks a little lost.

He stands up, hoisting her up with him, their bodies pressed close together. Sakura almost stumbles but his grip on her arm is firm.

"I'll carry you," he announces, and without waiting for Sakura to reply, he lifts her up onto his back. Sakura reddens and presses her face on his shoulder, the wetness of his vest uncomfortable.

Oh. She repeats in her head to herself, her heartbeat loud in her ears, practically bursting out of her chest. The rain continues to pour around them even as Kakashi launches himself back towards Konoha.

Maybe she did get struck by his lightning.