Hyuuga Hinata took a long time to work up the courage to act.
Kiba's match is over. Here comes Naruto. I'm so nervous I'm shaking a little. But I decided to give this to him! Here goes!
"He-here... for your wounds." Hinata said with her eyes closed.
I hope he doesn't notice I'm shaking. He hasn't taken the container yet. Or said anything. Ugh, say something, Naruto!
"Did'ya see that, Sakura!?" Hinata head Naruto's voice from far too far away. Opening her eyes in disappointment, she discovered someone else standing directly in front of her. Looking up, she discovered this person was none other than the dreaded Gaara of the Sand.
Hinata found herself frozen in fear, despite her brain yelling "run" over and over again at her feet. More than frozen, the whole world began moving in slow motion as she watched in horror at his hand moving toward her.
He took the small jar. His stone cold expression replaced by something Hinata couldn't quite identify. Pain? Sadness? She didn't dwell on it long. He strained to keep his monotone steady, "Thank you."
Hinata nodded, and scooted away. She hid behind her Sensei, absolutely mortified. A moment too late, and it made all that courage meaningless.