Soft lights buzzed underneath the low, uneven ceiling. Temari tore one eye opened and covered half of her face with the other. She recognized this ceiling. She was in the hospital.

The bed was soft, and comforting, although cold. She formed a seal with her hands and turned on her "air conditioner/heater" jutsu, that the Sand dwellers used to keep themselves from being frozen to death at night and fried alive during the day. Her eyes followed the uneven meeting line between the wall and the roof until they stopped at the round clock, hanging on the wall.

It was four am. She tried to hoist herself up, not remembering exactly what happened. So far so good, none of the bones in her body ached. She gained an upright sitting position and stopped to catch her breath. The room was silent only interrupted by regular beeping of her heart monitor and soft buzzing sounds of the fluorescent light bulbs.

She was alone. It was eerie and calming at the same time, in a demented, weird sort of a way. Temari sighed and began moving again, after getting some rest. Once her torso began turning, she remembered WHY she was in this bed. Geez. Her side felt like it was set on fire. Temari groaned and pried the side of her gown open to see how bad was it.

Then groaned the second time and tied it closed. She didn't want to see that again, even if she had to. Carefully, she pushed herself off the bed and began making her way to the door. Halfway she stopped, held by a wire attached to her arm. She took off the small suction cup, adhering to her skin and continued moving towards her goal.

The door silently opened, however, before she had a chance to even reach for it. Gaara stuck his head into the room, his eyes enlarging with surprise as he bumped nose to nose with his sister, who was suppose to be sleeping.

"...."

"I got tired of sleeping."

She understood his questioning gaze.

"You're still not well, you know."

He said.

"Yeah. I Know. But I'm tired of lying down...I want to go for a walk or something. Where's Kankuro?"

"Home. Sleeping."

Brother and sister looked at each other for a few moments.

"Good. He needs some rest."

Temari agreed in a tired voice.

"And you? Are you tired?"

Gaara shook his head.

"Not really."

"Come, take a walk with me? We don't have to go far, just around the hallway and back. Please?"

"You really should give your wound little more time to heal."

"Bah."

Temari waved her hand.

"It's got plenty of time to heal later."