Her body felt heavy. Breathing is too much effort. Talking is too much effort. Thinking is too much effort. Being is too much effort.
Her gaze fell on the ceiling, but she wasn't really looking at anything. She wasn't doing anything. She wasn't really anything.
Anger was better than this. Sakura hated when her temper got the better of her. The shame and humiliation that came with having caused another incident always made her sick to the stomach, but at least when she was angry she was something. Anger turns her blood into fire, burning her veins from the inside out. Anger was loud, anger hurt, anger consumed her entire being.
Now she was no being. There was nothing. She did not exist.
Kisame and Itachi went on about their day Days like this will always be there and they learned that they couldn't fix her. That's fine though. Sakura didn't need to be fixed. All she needed was for her friends to be patient with her, and patient they were.