Author's Note: I am SO sorry about how long this chapter took to update. Taking on master's classes on top of work has been a rough transition. The majority of this chapter had been planned and typed a long time ago, but it just took me ages to organize it, detail it, clean it up, and fluff it with a fork. For those of you who have contacted recently, (and I probably have yet to respond) this chapter is for you. Without your encouragement, who knows how much longer this chapter would have taken.

Forgive me. Hope you enjoy.

Pairing: SasuSaku

Chapter 27: Confirmation

Sakura had fully intended on eavesdropping on Sasuke's conversation with Satou; in fact, it was the only reason that Sakura had allowed the interaction to transpire between her patient and her teammate. After Sasuke had closed the door firmly behind her, Sakura had walked heavily down the hallway so her footsteps could be heard. Her next step was to take the stairs, walk silently up two floors, and listen in by opening the window directly above Satou's. Sakura had noted that Satou's patient room window had been cracked open. Surely her ninja skills would be well-adapted to a simple eavesdropping.

But that's not what happened. Instead, as Sakura walked down the hall, she noted that her breathing was becoming short. Her chest was tightening considerably, a feeling that she dismissed at first to anxiety at the current situation. When she paused to consider it, Sakura tried to swallow past her itchy throat. A terrifying realization came over Sakura has she glanced down at her hands that held the freshly pulverized Ashuwa.

Shit.

Sakura covered the mortar, sprinted down the remainder of the hallway, and took a right. She held tightly to the Ashuwa despite the situation; she couldn't afford to sacrifice what they had acquired in her state of panic. Sakura tried her best to remember the hospital's layout; there was a drug storage room on every level, so thankfully Sakura wouldn't have to take stairs in her compromised situation. Turning another corner, Sakura was relieved to finally stumble up to the door marked "薬" for medication. Placing the mortar of Ashuwa on the ground, Sakura managed to focus through her shortness of breath and perform the sign of the ram to channel her chakra to her palm. Placing it on the center of the door, Sakura nearly stumbled as the door received her chakra signature and swung open to grant her access to the room.

Sakura's vision began to blur as she shuffled through the drawers and cabinets. She could barely read the itemized labels of the stored items. Don't panic. Don't panic. She felt lethargic and her throat was swelling quickly. She should have taken Mako's warning more seriously. He had told her of the drug's disuse in the medical environment due to many allergic reactions to it. This was what she had been testing earlier when she picked a generous pinch of Ashu from the ground and placing it in her mouth; however, her and Mako both had gotten distracted by the issue of Satou.

Sakura cursed at herself for being careless but felt confident in her approach. If only she could find the medicine. She narrowed her focus to the vials on the top shelf and coughed violently as she reached for one. Stumbling into the shelf resulted in several of them busting onto the ground. After locating the blue tagged bottle labeled "adrenaline," Sakura threw open cabinet after cabinet until she found the drawer of packaged syringes. She was choking now, a fish out of water and she aimed the needle into the top of the bottle; her hands shook as she waisted even more time trying to draw the medicine into the plunger.

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Sasuke was trying to outwalk Mako, who was smiling kindly and attempting to make small talk as they quickly made their way down the hall from Satou's room. Sasuke thought if he could just stride quickly enough, Mako might take the hint and part ways with him.

Sasuke frowned at Mako's prattling of, "I have to admit. I was concerned with the whole genjutsu approach, but I think that it might be pretty effective. That was brilliant!"

Sasuke stopped his break-neck pace and narrowed his eyes at the medic, scrutinizing him carefully. "What do you want?"

"What do you mean?" asked Mako innocently, crossing his arms behind him.

Sasuke debated Mako for a second. Here was a skilled shinobi of medicine, an assistant to his friend, and Sakura addressed him casually. This trip was the first occasion that Sasuke had ever met him, yet Mako recognized Sasuke's attempt at genjutsu before he had even performed it. Perhaps he was knowledgeable of the sharingan; many people were. It was Sasuke's past of constantly being targeted that had the Uchiha wary. Was this the reason Sasuke was inclined to distrust him, or was it the fact that Sakura was involved?

Sasuke clarified. "I want to know who you are and what you want."

Mako laughed and smiled nicely. "Well, I am a medic ninja here at the Suna hospital. I have been appointed to assist Sakura-san during her stay with us. Kankuro was pretty adamant about it."

"Hn." Sasuke responded before walking forward again. Mako sped to catch up.

"Honestly," he continued, "Sunagakure owes a lot to Sakura-san. You have probably heard this before, but we have advanced due to her and the Leaf's medical supervision and instruction. We are something in her debt."

Sasuke didn't respond. Perhaps that was all there was to it. Sasuke supposed it made sense that Gaara and Kankuro would assign the most ambitious learner and fellow medicinal expert as Sakura's assistant. Sunagakure wanted to take advantage of every lesson and tip available. Sakura's discipline and dedication to the medical practice made her share a common interest with the professionals here. Not everyone always had some double meaning to their actions like most ninja in the shinobi world.

As Sasuke and Mako rounded the corner to the left, they paused as several people ran past them in the opposite direction, back toward the center of the third floor. One man who bumped into Mako's shoulder turned to look at him in recognition, jogging backwards. "Code 10. Haruno-san."

"Shit!" Mako cursed, chasing after the man who spoke. Sasuke didn't know what "Code 10" meant, but to see a panicked response in connection to the name "Haruno" had Sasuke quickly following.

"What is it?" he demanded, matching Mako's stride this time.

"Anaphylaxis" Mako said breathlessly as they rounded the final corner and nearly collided with several attendants outside a small room in the hallway. Someone was kneeling just outside the door and Sasuke couldn't make out the questions they were asking before until he began to make his way through with Mako right on his heels.

When he came in line with the entrance, Sasuke froze. Sakura was on her back, broken glass surrounding her on a messy floor. A medic was kneeling down beside her and removing a syringe from her hand. "We need to get her into one of the rooms. Now." Sasuke's heart was racing as someone wheeled a gurney past him. Mako began pulling him away from the entrance to which Sasuke almost shrugged off.

Sakura's pink head was closest to the door so Sasuke couldn't get a good look at her face until they began lifting her onto the gurney and wheeled her past him. To Sasuke's great relief, his medic friend was fully alert despite the hives across her face and swelling lips. When making eye contact with him, she raised her hand and waved awkwardly.

"Hey." She said past swollen lips.

"Hey?!" Sasuke responded, irritation quickly replacing his concern. Was she serious?! Mako let out a surprised laugh at her casual greeting. Sasuke ignored him completely and began tailing the gurney as it rolled away with her.

"What the hell happened?" he asked her with pointed annoyance. After failing to mumble past her tomato mouth, Sasuke shook his head. "Nevermind."

"I'll explain," Mako said from the other side of the swiveling table. Sasuke spent the next several minutes listening to Mako explain a basic understanding of anaphylaxis and staring disbelievingly at Sakura as they unloaded her onto a bed. They began to hook her up to an IV and other machinery that would monitor her pulse and blood pressure.

Mako continued his explanation, "Antihistamines are what comes next. Luckily, she responded to the epinephrine and doesn't need intubation. We'll have to monitor her for a few hours just to make sure she doesn't have another episode."

Sakura was nodding her blistered head in agreement at everything he said. Sasuke just glared at her.

"Why did you eat a plant you knew was toxic?" he asked crossly. She shrugged her shoulders, the only response she could really make at the moment.

"I should have stopped you, Haruno-san." Mako bowed. "It is all my fault."

Sakura began shaking her head to dismiss Mako's apology. Then she began to gesture for Sasuke to come over to her bedside. When he was close enough, Sakura pointed toward his hand.

"What?" he asked, looking down at it. My hand? What about it? He sure wasn't going to hold her hand if that was what she was implying. Especially not in front of anyone.

A word made it past her lips but Sasuke didn't understand it. "Hn?"

"Rath," she repeated, still pointing. "Da ya hath a rath?"

"Oh," Mako exclaimed. "You were handling the Ashuwa earlier, Sasuke. Do you have a rash on your hand?"

Ah. Sasuke's hand was partially gloved except for his fingertips, which were unmarred. It had been approximately 30-45 minutes since Sasuke had even touched the plant. Sakura had sampled the herb 10 minutes before that, so it was too early to tell if Sasuke would have a similar reaction. He didn't have a rash on his fingertips though.

Another physician handed Mako a familiar mortar and removed his disposable gloves after touching it. Mako immediately pinched a piece out of it and offered it to the Uchiha.

Sasuke responded with a glare as Mako continued to hold it out. "You're not suggesting I eat that?"

"We need to make sure that you don't develop a similar reaction, especially if you plan on using the chakra pills that Sakura is making."

Sakura was mutely nodding in agreement and Sasuke annoyingly spat out toward her, "Why? You want me to end up looking like you?" Her nodding turned to shaking.

She followed with, "He'th ight. Eat wow you ah here." Sasuke scoffed and blinked in disbelief at her communication efforts. How was she even talking?!

This was an absolute lunatic idea. She wanted the BOTH of them in hospital beds in this village while Gaara was away handling potential psychos that were after them? It was already a concern that she was incapacitated; Sasuke sure as hell wasn't going into anaphylaxis too by choice.

"I'll wait until you're better," he answered, shooing Mako's hand away from his face. As he did so, Sasuke pointed at the door, ordering Mako to just go and check on Satou's kid. Mako blinked at him in confusion before taking the hint and exiting with that same excuse.

When the silence grew thick between them, Sasuke took a casual stance against the wall next to Sakura's bedside.

"Ya are wathing time," Sakura began, looking guilty despite her swollen mouth as she tucked her hands beneath the covers and looked around at nonexistent people in the room; anywhere but at him. She was right. He was wasting time, and Sasuke mentally shook himself as he realized his indifference to that. He was trying to remind himself of his goal but in that moment, Sasuke's feelings were outweighing that purpose.

He turned his back and peered out the small window at the darkening sky. He glanced back at her briefly before turning back to the window. "Are you okay?"

There wasn't a reply which had the Uchiha worried and he turned to see her wide-eyed expression at his question. The face Sakura was making looked as if Sasuke had grown two heads. "I mean," he added quickly, "with a mouth like that, it looks difficult to breath."

She immediately covered her mouth and frowned at him, obviously embarrassed at his words. "I ah fine!" she shouted in embarrassment into her fingers and turned her head. Sasuke resisted the urge to smirk.

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After the administration of the antihistamine, Sakura didn't wait long before she began removing her own IV. She felt bad for the time that had been wasted today when she was supposed to be making the food pills. Sakura was just relieved that the Ashu had been tested before she gave Sasuke a drug that could potentially kill him.

"What are you doing?" Sasuke asked as she removed the monitor and turned off the flatlining machine before anyone came in at the sound. "They said it would be best to stay the night."

"I'm ah do-ter" she told him. Yes, Sakura would have advised the same thing to her patients, but she was out of danger now and she felt anxious despite her drowsiness. She was troubling Sasuke enough by accompanying him on his mission. She didn't want to get in his way; she was supposed to be making things easier.

Sasuke scoffed at her dismissive, mumbled declaration as she stood from the bed. She blinked heavily and managed to stand upright. It would still take a little bit of time for her to completely pass out from the side effects, so Sakura figured the time she had left awake could be spent productively.

The medic immediately went over to the cabinets and pulled out disposable gloves and a mask from the drawer. The mask would serve two purposes: 1) protect her from inhaling the Ashuwa as she worked and 2) hide her ridiculous "tomato" mouth as Sasuke referred to it. Ugh. Sakura could die from embarrassment.

"What are you doing now?" Sasuke grumbled irritably, following her as she moved. She immediately headed over to the mortar on the cabinet and pinched some of the yellow herb, skin protected from the substance thanks to the gloves.

"Eat." She stated plainly. They couldn't proceed further if Sasuke was likely to have a similar allergic reaction. Sakura would have to scrap their entire progress by disposing of the food pill batch. She would be back to square one and they would have to start all over by finding a new foundational herb with the correct properties to achieve the correct results.

"Forget it," the Uchiha deadpanned before making to head for the door. Sakura caught hold of his hand, stumbling in the process and taking a hard fall on her knee. She winced visibly. That would bruise later. Sasuke immediately turned and helped her up and Sakura thanked her mask for hiding her blushing cheeks as well.

With the same hand Sasuke had offered, Sakura turned his palm up and placed the Ashuwa in his cupped fingers. "No time."

Sasuke glared at her for what seemed like several minutes before reluctantly dumping it down his throat. They both knew he had to for his own sake.

Sakura nodded before trashing her gloves and retrieving a new pair. She couldn't risk leaving traces around the hospital and anyone else coming into contact with the pollen if it was responsible for anaphylaxis. Mako had said that it was such a common reaction that they had stopped using it altogether.

Sakura halted in her steps, considered her plan, and decided to grab the entire box of disposable gloves. She handed Sasuke the mortar.

Sasuke gave her an expression that radiated annoyance but somehow was miraculously completely blank. If she could speak clearly in this moment, Sakura would have asked him how he managed that.

"Fowwo" she murmured through her mask-covered lips, pairing the word with a beckoning wave. "We'll tesh your weaction why we wait." She was shuffling out the door before Sasuke had the chance to say anything more.

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Sasuke trailed his teammate from the room, carrying the mortar of Ashuwa he had ground up earlier that day. This was one of the few times in his life that Sasuke somewhat regretted his decision to refuse the artificial limb that Tsunade had made for he and Naruto. Sakura was walking with one arm against the wall for support and Sasuke's one and only hand was currently occupied.

It was well after dark now and many of the staff members were busy attending overnight patients, so they weren't stopped by anyone as Sakura found her way back to the medicine room, which was now cleaned of broken glass and everything back in its space. She reached up and grabbed several bottles of adrenaline and then dug through the drawer for syringes.

"Sakura," Sasuke began as she dropped some of the things she was holding onto the floor. "You need rest. We can finish this later."

"We hafe to wait for weaction anyway. Might as well make the pills."

"I feel fine." Sasuke reassured her. It was true. Time had passed enough for his fingertips to develop a rash if there was going to be a topical reaction. He had yet to show signs from consumption.

Sakura strode past him again, this time walking backwards to face him. He could make out a smile beneath her mask which somewhat irked the Uchiha. She seemed awfully cheery despite nearly dying from anaphylaxis. Sasuke concluded that it had to be the medicine making her drowsy.

"Turn around before you fall," he grumbled. She laughed as she began to walk slowly up the stairs. He hurried up behind her and offered her his elbow which she took thankfully despite his huffed "So annoying." Her laugh was her only response.

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Sakura was practically nodding off as she watched Sasuke mix and prepare the batch of ingredients for the food pills. She felt relieved at finally seeing headway as Sasuke rolled the batter into 1-inch circular doses according to her instructions and placed them in the hospital's oven. Sakura had tried to do so herself, but Sasuke had insisted she sit down to avoid screwing them up and risking their progress. Sakura allowed him to take the reins, praying desperately that the food pills would turn out and serve their purpose after such a hassle.

"Sasuke," she whispered, immediately touching her lips behind the mask as she noticed the decrease in swelling. The ice Sakura had retrieved from icebox was doing its job.

"Hm?" he answered, trashing the latex glove he used to protect his skin and replacing his own. He turned to her then in the dim light, but Sakura couldn't make out his expression because the only light in the room was a lamp over the counter workspace behind him. There was a shadow concealing his features and Sakura was too tired to try to make them out.

A lot easier now that her lips were shrinking, Sakura asked, "How are you? Any shortness of breath?"

"I'm fine," he stated simply.

"Good," she replied, thanking that ridiculous Uchiha blood of his for not reacting to the Ashuwa like her's had. How ironic, Sakura thought, that even Sasuke's genetics seemed to be working for him even in this circumstance. How superior he must feel.

Reclined across the small seating bench in the corner, Sakura placed her chin on her chest and inhaled the gentle night breeze that was coming from the opened window. It seemed to be the first night that the sand wasn't trying to shatter the glass; to be honest, Sakura was surprised that the hospital windows even opened. Perhaps they were high enough on the fourth story to avoid the sand barrage.

Sasuke came to stand before her and Sakura blinked sleepily up at him in an antihistamine induced haze.

"Sleep," the Uchiha before her ordered. "I'll wake you when they're done."

Sakura wanted to argue that she could manage to stay awake for another 20 minutes while the chakra pills roasted, but she wasn't that confident in her ability to do so. At most, she could manage maybe 5 more minutes if she concentrated hard enough. She wanted to ask Sasuke about the conversation he had with Satou.

"Sit with me," she said, but it sounded more like a question. There was a minute of silence as Sasuke observed her. The bench wasn't roomy, but Sakura was too drowsy to be apprehensive about their proximity. Sasuke must have not been either, because he sat and exhaled when he did so. Perhaps he was tired too.

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Sasuke tried not to lean away from her as she settled into his side. He cursed her medicated self for such confidence in a small, darkened space. He counted down the time in his head; he would only have to stay seated here for 17 more minutes. For some reason, that time seemed both entirely too long and entirely too short.

"Satou," Sakura began, reaching up to take off the medical mask on her face. Sasuke tried not to smirk at the lips that were still puckered despite having minimized in size. He blinked past the image to focus on her words.

"Hn," he responded sourly, thinking of the man whose name had just been dropped between them like a heavy, unwanted stone. Sasuke didn't particularly feel like talking about that man. He had, had enough of Satou for one day.

"How did it go?" his teammate probed politely despite being nosey.

"Fine," he replied shortly, not wanting Sakura to find out about too many details. How would she react if she knew he had used his Sharingan on him? Probably not well. Sakura would continue to dig for more specifics if Sasuke didn't bring an end to the topic promptly. "His son needs to be sent to Konoha."

Sakura nodded, not seeming too surprised at Sasuke assessment. Perhaps she had been thinking similarly. "Thank you for talking to him."

It wasn't much of a talk, but Sasuke wasn't going to tell her that, so he just responded again with a finalizing "Hn."

Sasuke couldn't help but jump when Sakura's fingers touched his left hand. "Sasuke," she began, almost in sleepy inquiry as she brushed his palm with her thumb and index. There was hopefulness in her voice and Sasuke cursed her medication again for her damn self-assurance.

"I.." she began, but Sasuke cut her off before she continued. Sasuke was almost absolutely certain that he knew which words would come next.

"Shh," he replied, leaning comfortably into her side as his answer to her unspoken confession. "Just sleep."

After a few breaths, and when Sakura's head nodded onto his shoulder, Sasuke scooped up her hand into his, finding the courage to splay her fingers with his own and fasten them into place. Even when he would let her go in 15 minutes, Sasuke would lock the moment into his heart to last him the rest of his life.

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When he counted down to the last second in his mind, Sasuke counted a few extra seconds. And then a few more. He thought about letting the doses of chakra pills burn to a crisp in the oven, but he decided against it, reluctantly releasing Sakura's hand and pulling away from her heavy head.

Making sure that Sakura wouldn't wake, Sasuke silently rose, turned off the oven and retrieved the pills from inside. He placed them on the counter quietly and turned to lean against the counter. He watched Sakura's sleeping form for a few minutes, considering if he should wake her as he promised or let her sleep longer. What was the possibility of sitting beside her and stealing a few moments more?

Sasuke knew he was playing a dangerous game. Tomorrow, the Uchiha would test the chakra pill nearby and he and Sakura both were aware of what would happen after that. With the issue of his chakra reserves addressed, he would return to the desert to attempt cross-connecting dimensions again. They both realized Sasuke couldn't waste any more time.

And with that thought, Sasuke's stern resolve slipped. He would distance himself later, he thought. He would put the space back between them tomorrow. Tonight, Sasuke wanted to be next to Sakura.

He sat back down beside her and softly took up her hand again. Just for a little while longer.

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Sakura woke in the middle of the night from the pain in her arched neck. She blinked past sleep and realized that she was folded into Sasuke's side with her knees tucked and Sasuke's head leaning against hers. Not only that, but Sakura froze as she realized her hand was entwined with Sasuke's between them. The moment was fragile, and Sakura almost cried of joy and then heartbreak as it shattered when Sasuke responded to her shifting.

The weight of his head on hers lifted and Sakura tried not to grab desperately at him to keep him from moving. Instead, Sakura pivoted her eyes to his as his sleep faded and realization appeared on his face.

Sasuke released her hand and stood hurriedly, saying nothing despite how Sakura's heart wanted answers. She wanted to know if this moment was genuine or if she had been the one to hold onto him in her sleep. Sakura wanted to believe desperately that Sasuke had allowed himself to be transparent for just a moment and had secretly revealed his true feelings for her by holding her as she slept. Had that been the case? Was she being too optimistic? This wouldn't be the first time their hands had touched. Had he been supporting her as a friend, or did he feel something more? She had to know.

"Sasuke," she began, but he cut her off for the second time that night.

"Good. You're awake. Let's go." He declared, hastily placing the finished chakra pills in an open travel container on the counter.

Sakura stood then, heart racing and adrenaline pumping as she worked up the courage to come up behind him as he worked. She wasn't going to confess this time. She was going to ask Sasuke if he had been confessing to her while she slept?

"Do you… love me?"

Sakura was almost certain that he stopped breathing altogether as he paused his task. The Uchiha took a minute to compose himself before exhaling. "When are you going to stop that?"

The statement was meant to be cold, but the fact that it came out so desperately low gave Sakura a rare feeling of hope despite the words. "When are you?" she responded calmly in a whisper.

"What?" he asked incredulously, finally turning to her.

She gradually took the last few steps between them and stood carefully in front of him. "When are you going to stop pretending that you have no feelings for me?"

Sakura expected a scoff, a ridicule, but what she got in return was painful fear in Sasuke's usually expression-less eyes.

It was true, she realized. Sasuke did have feelings for her. There had been so many signs, but Sakura had been unsure about all of them until this very moment. But what had just passed between them was confirmation. Sakura almost lost her breath at the realization.

"You're mistaken," finally came the blunt retort, but it was too late.

Sakura was already closing the inches between them. Her fingers were already brushing his cheeks as she brought his face to hers. She hesitated. Just for a second. Just long enough for him to pull away from her. But Sasuke barely took a breath before Sakura touched her lips to his.