A man stood above Takara, sledge hammering her head with his muscular arms.

No, not really, but it felt like that.

It felt like hours of excrutiating pain while just barely hearing the fuzzy blur of hospital interaction.

Takara summoned as much strength as she could and opened her eyes to see a sight that perturbed her greatly.

A little girl, a brunette ponytail drooping glumly off of her head, was crying into her small hands. A woman hand a hand on her head and her eyes were swollen red. A man with dark hair was speaking to them with a solemn expression on his face.

Takara closed her eyes and tried her best to close out all the pains, emotional and physical.

She didn't know why, but it felt like she had been hurt. And not just on the outside.

. . .

Taka had sustained many nearly fatal injuries but luckily one Sand Village team's sensei had brought her in before life could escape her.

Weeks had passed and she remained in coma, through the Sound invasion of Konoha and a few more weeks after.

With sheer luck and a heavenly blessing she came out with only a blank fuzz of memory as to what occurred during the Chunin Exams.

Osaka Hira, a nurse who every day manned the counter of the Konoha Hospital's visitor center, noticed the most peculiar of visitors coming to see the young girl in room NPT-13.

Of course her father oversaw her daily, for he had a job in the hospital and made sure she had the best care and the best treatment. Then her mother, who had always been famously strong. It hurt Hira a lot to see such a sullen look in the socialite's normally bright eyes. The other daughter came, too, and always left crying.

Once, and only once, came an extremely handsome boy-- wait, it was that one Uchiha boy, who survived the terrible massacre-- yeah, it was him. Hm, strange.

He earlier then any others, after the family, and she had to turn him away because it was too early for public visitors, as required Konoha Hospital safety regulations. He frustratedly accepted it and asked simply that a white parcel that he had with him be given to her.

Of course, in accordance with the safety regulations, Hira was required to look through it.

It was a Fairy Tale book.

Hm, odd.

Not long after him came a blonde boy in orange-- that Nine-Tailed Fox boy. It was hard for Hira to look him in the eyes, but she found it hard to wretch like she thought she would in his exuberant yet caring presence.

Hm, surprising.

It was hard, however, to tell him that public visitors were not allowed. Apparently he had some mission and had to leave and wanted to see her before he left, whether she was awake or not.

It took quite a bit of convincing-- and a two Chunin removal-- to get him to leave.

Hm, feisty.

A few hours after him came a Hyuga boy-- Hyuga Neji of the Side Branch, he was. He was silent and reclusive, as per usual, but there was something different about him from the last time she had seen him, while healing his team mate. He was softer. . . kinder.

Neji came and asked to see her. Hira had to turn him away though in her heart she wanted to encourage this more human side she was seeing of him.

He nodded and left, hiding any and all emotions from the world.

Hm, unusual.

Haruno Sakura came, also not long after, woefully asking to see her friend. Hira had met Sakura before when she went to see Sasuke, so she knew to be kind and gentle when denying her entrance, for she had a tender heart.

They actually had a conversation, for the sake of cheering the poor girl up a bit(she looked so sad sometimes!). Hira inquired of Sakura's mother state, how things were going in her family and missions and with boys.

The conversation led to the visits Sakura had paid to Sasuke while he was in the hospital-- then Hira raised the memory she had of Sakura and Takara both coming to see him.

Sakura didn't know that Takara was going to see Sasuke, apparently. Well, Hira told Sakura about how Takara was the one Kakashi appointed to bring Sasuke his medicine and to watch over him and guard him from time to time.

Sakura didn't know about any of that at all.

Hm, curious.

Yamanka Ino, daughter of Yamanka Chiyo, also came to visit Takara. She wasn't as caring and heart felt as the other visitors. She seemed almost angry, but-- no, why on earth would she be?

Takara still couldn't have public visitors, though, so Ino had to leave.

Hm, suspicious.

The young Hyuga heir, Hyuga Hinata, came to visit as well. She was meek, though that was a given, and she meekly asked to see Takara meekly. She was meek in her rejection and meekly thanked Hira. She meekly left with a meek look on her meek face.

Hm, redundant.

The most fervent visitor, however, who visited every day to see if visitors were yet allowed, was the Nara boy, Shikaku-san's son. Like his father, Shikamaru had a lethargic expression tattooed to his face but Hira could see so much more mixed in that she wouldn't have been able to count them all on her digits.

Concern, annoyance, duty, care, anxiety, affection, solemnity, worry, relevance, and many, many, MANY more.

Hm, bizarre.

They come to visit,

Those who love you as you are

But secrets spill over. . .

Hm, bizarre.

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