Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Gaara. I guess own my OC but it's not I'm SUPER-attached to it like some are :smirk:. However, the unoriginal idea of the OC using paper comes solely from ROD the TV. OK, I'll be honest. It took me three seconds to think of an OC with a name and jutsu. I'll make up more along the way.

"Here." The girl rested the weakened boy into the hospital bed from the results of what had happened. Never had she seen such grotesque power be used so fruitfully against this child than she had just an hour ago. However, in rest, the boy looked so angelic and peaceful, nothing like the monster she had witnessed.

The nurse came in quietly amongst the rows of resting patients. Her foots tapped against the floor patiently as she arrived to the newly wounded with antibiotics and medications. The girl looked up to the nurse hopefully.

"You may go." The nurse answered the girl's anxiety. "Temari. He'll be fine under my care." The girl nodded and left silently. "Gaara."

The boy did not respond to her summon. The nurse arranged the medications in place before she heard wheels roll slowly against the wooden floor. She turned to see an adolescent girl with a pale, placid face and a white, dirty, unattractive dress watch in wonder what she was doing.

"Yui, go back to your room. I'll be right there." The nurse whispered.

"Okay." The girl answered before pushing the stand with her from the recovery quarters. "Who is he?" she asked before leaving. The nurse gave a grim smile to her.

"Gaara."

"Oh." The dirty-blonde haired girl appeared uninterested with the name as with her environment as a whole. "Okay." The sound of the wheels slowly disappeared with her thumping feet into the distance. The nurse sighed as she examined Gaara's condition before leaving the notes of her report on the bedside for the doctor. All the boy needed was some rest. His body was exhausted.

It made her wonder for a moment how anyone could have done this to Gaara. Every one she had ever known was incapable of breaking through his sand barrier.

The nurse arrived in Yui's white room. White sheets, white pillows, white carpet, white walls, white shelves, and white curtains. The rug of a colorful dark red, the books, decorations on the shelves, and Yui were the only contrasts to the entire room. Several books were laid on the floor. One was a diary which Yui did not seem to mind it lying in the open, one was a cooking book, and the other a book of pilates.

"Who is Gaara?" she asked as the nurse took the books from the ground and placed them back on the shelves herself.

"He's the boy who can control the sand," the nurse replied. "like you can control paper."

"Do you want to look at my diary?" Yui asked as she ran childishly past the nurse and took the book from the shelf again. "I wrote a poem." The nurse sat down with the child as she flipped through the pages of messy ink letters and sketches of flowers. "In April, I remembered a boy with dark red hair and cold, blue eyes. I wished to see what the sand see. His hair was messy and his eyes told me they were lost."

"Maybe it is Gaara." The nurse insisted taking the diary from the girl and placed it back amongst the row of books. "Tell me what you did today."

"I got up at six-twenty this morning and drank a cup of coffee and ate a bowl of ramen. Then, I practiced for a hundred and eight minutes on origami. After that, I read more of Please Understand Me—"

"How many pages?"

"Twenty-four pages. Then I ate lunch. I forgot what I ate for lunch." The nurse jotted down as much as Yui had said. "I wrote a page in my diary on me. I am a 'star' personality."

"Excellent. You did much better today compared to yesterday. What did you yesterday?" The nurse asked. The girl looked down against the carpet and held out her hand at the same time.

"I ate...the shrimp ramen for a snack and then I practiced with origami."

"What did you make?" The nurse interrupted. Yui hesitated with her answer. After several more tense seconds, the nurse closed her notebook. "You tried." She encouraged and left quickly.

The origami that hung on the walls spun playfully to the close of the door. She forgot how long she had been in here and how long it would be until she could leave.