Konnichiwa! Here's the second chapter! Like I had mentioned before, it may not always be Tenshi then Kakashi (POV wise). For example, if I can remember correctly, the next chapter also begins with Kakashi. Anyway, I think you get the picture :P! I hope you enjoy!
P.S. - I'm just here to say that contrary to popular belief, I do not in fact own Naruto :( It all belongs to the great Masashi Kishimoto! Enjoy the chapter! :3

Chapter 2
*Kakashi's POV*

It has been an hour since they've started the examination. I sat outside The Girl's hospital room reading my new book. While I patiently wait for the Medical Ninja to complete her exam, the two man ANBU team is growing rather impatient, and started pacing. Fortunately, we didn't have to wait much longer because the door finally opened. I stood up, stretch my legs, and reluctantly put my book in my pocket.

"What's wrong with her?" I inquire.

"Nothing serious. The reason she passed out was from a combination of two things: Fatigue and Dehydration. From what I can tell, she is around 16 to 17 years old. I noticed light bruising on the bottom of her feet; factoring in the other two symptoms, if I had to guess, she ran from Amegakure to Konoha. She should be fine in a day or two; her body just needs rest." The Medic replied swiftly.

"Do you have any idea when she will wake up?"

"Hard to tell, but given the state of exhaustion her body is in, the earliest would be tomorrow morning. Now, if you will excuse me, I have Konoha patients to attend to." She bowed her head briskly and retreated down the hall, making it obvious that the nurse didn't appreciate having to take care of an enemy Kunoichi.

We walked into the room to find the girl asleep by the window. Her hands and feet are restrained as a precaution, even though she is most likely not a threat. The Girl had a few IV's in her arm, probably to rehydrate her. I took a seat by her bed, while the ANBU stood guard by the door.

I looked over at the corner of the room where her belongs were laid out. It seems like she didn't have many possessions; all she had was a black handled Katana, the regular ninja pouch and tools; 20 kunai and shuriken each, and finally a black bag that had a picture of a family.

Two parents with a set of sons and a daughter. The Girl had a crooked smile and was flashing a peace sign; she was also much younger. I assume this picture was taken before the war, so that would have made her about 11 or 12 years old. She had a smaller boy on her back who looked strikingly similar to my own brother, except he was a toddler; 3 perhaps and black hair. Her older brother was flashing two kunai in (I'm assuming) an attempt to look cool. Her father looked stern and serious, while her mother looked the opposite, happy and carefree. The Girl looked happy here, then the war happened.

I sigh deeply, not wanting to think about it. Well, while I wait for her to wake up, I can now get a good look at the girl who will be possibly saving our village.

She has a small frame. Her feet don't even reach the end of the bed; I wonder how short she is, she couldn't be any taller than 5'3" which is saying something in comparison to my height of 5'11". I notice that she has a thin scar that curves horizontally up, an inch below her right eye. Other than that, her pale skin doesn't have any other marks. Her hair contrasts her skin rather drastically because of how dark it is. It is long, possibly down to her waist, and all over the place. Her bangs are also long, and they cover most of her eyes, which if I remember correctly, are blue.

Suddenly my analysis was interrupted by her wrists and the sound of her heart monitor. Her wrists are straining against the restraints, her heart rate was sky-rocketing, and her eyes were wide open, but she was still unconscious. That once peaceful look now had one of pain plastered on it. My eyes were drawn back to her hands, they were bleeding from her fingernails digging into her palms.

What should I do!?

I turn to the ANBU guards.

"Quick, one of you - get a nurse." One nodded and vanished to search the hallways.

I grabbed a towel and ripped it in half. As I glanced at her face, which now had tears streaming down it, I took one of her small hands and pried her fingers open; it was difficult because she was surprisingly strong. While I had her fingers away from her palm, I slipped one of the halves in her hand so she couldn't do any more damage. I repeated the process with the other hand just as a nurse came in with a syringe.

Her breathing was becoming more erratic, but as soon as the nurse stuck the needle in her neck, she immediately relaxed, her breathing normal again.

"What did you give her?"

"It was just something to calm her down, we prescribe it to people who have anxiety. I believe that she may have P.T.S.D. She did fight in the war, and memories are bound to take its toll on the body; especially since she is young," The nurse sighed. "She should be fine now, call me if it happens again." And with that, she left.

With a small frown on my face, I sigh, and pulled out my book. I cast a swift and wary glance at the now calm girl, and began to read.

So yeah... PTSD... Plot twist, no? No... not really... you will understand in the next part of the chapter... Sorry in advance! Also, I know I'm begging and it is probably quite pitiful, but please review? Maybe? I just really want to get this story right, for both your entertainment and my own satisfaction! I hope I am getting Kakashi's personality right! Oh well, there isn't much more to say, so ja mata ne!