Temari's hands dug into Shikamaru's shirt. She had her head on her shoulder and her arms around him.
"Oh my god." She said, holding back tears.
Shikamaru nodded sadly.
"How could this happen?" Temari asked. "How?"
"She was hit by a drunk driver." Shikamaru said. "It wasn't her fault, it was his."
Temari let out a sob, half rattled by the jolting of the train.
They had been sitting in the hotel room, worried about what happened when in an hour, they got a call. It looked like it was from Hinata, and Temari answered it with glee, but it was actually the police, using Hinata's half broken phone to call everyone on her contacts list and tell them what had happened. Temari had been right.
They had just about begged on the streets for someone to give them a ride to the nearest train station that had quick, up-coming trains to their city. It took them an hour before an old woman agree and drove them with driving almost as bad as Temari's to a city 2 hours away where they hopped on the soonest train to Hinata. To home.
That moment would have been perfect for Shikamaru to say something criticizing about women, but he decided not to. Temari had been through enough.
"I should have never gone to go see my brothers." Temari said. "I should have stayed."
"Life is full of those kind of things happening." Shikamaru said. "Don't blame it on yourself."
Temari let out another sob. "Hinata…" She moaned. "Oh my gosh. Don't die Hinata."
She gripped Shikamaru's shirt tighter, making him cringe in pain.
"Hinata." She sobbed.
Shikamaru had, had his arms slack at his sides, but then he wrapped them around the obviously upset Temari and she began to sob freely.
"I'm sorry Temari." He said.
Temari felt slightly embarrassed about crying in front of him. But then again, all her care was placed on Hinata, even though they were still hundreds of miles apart. She was willing Hinata to live. "Hinata!" She sobbed again.
Hinata was in the hospital emergency room. A drunk driver, going at 85 miles an hour collided with her while she was driving outside the city at night. She had been slightly speeding to make the collision worse. The driver only got a few scratches, but Hinata….they were surprised she was still living when the ambulance got there.
Temari could only sob harder, and was earning several stares from the other people on the car.
"What happened?" One man asked.
Several people nodded in agreement to the question.
"We're on our way to a hospital, a friend of hers was in a serious car wreck."
One woman gasped, several eyes widened.
"What happened in the wreck."
"Drunk driver." Shikamaru said softly.
One woman actually broke out in tears as she watched Temari sobbing. "Don't die!" Temari gasped.
Shikamaru held her tighter.
"Hinata!" Temari cried as soon as they entered the emergency room.
A doctor ran up to meet them. "May I help you?"
"Hinata Hyuuga." Temari gasped. "Where is she?"
"She's in critical condition in the ICU miss." The doctor said. "I afraid it may be some hours until visitors are allowed in."
"I'll stay here then." Temari said.
The doctor nodded. "Anything to drink miss?"
Shikamaru nodded. "Can you get her a cherry cola? She likes that."
The doctor nodded and scurried off.
"Why'd you get me a cherry cola?" Temari asked.
"Because you look like you need it. Do you want me to stay here with you?"
Temari shook her head. "Honestly, I'm fine. I'll call you when Hinata's well."
Shikamaru nodded and exited. "Women are to sentimental." He mumbled.
"And that's a bad thing?"
He smiled and turned and kissed her lightly before escaping through the front door.
The doctor ran up and handed her the cherry cola and a cup.
"Thank you." She whispered.
She sat down on one of the waiting room chairs and fell asleep again.