Her mind milled and turned as she turned on the faucet. The dream had been so vivid, so random and frightening. She didn't know why Naruto was injured, who it was that had them, or what had gotten them in that situation to begin with. She shook her head absently.

Sakura let the water run over her hand waiting for the temperature to reach that place of between just right and scalding. She craved something a little more than that just right; something a little harsher that could perhaps strip her down to the subconscious and wash the evil dreams from her mind. She pulled her shoes from her feet as she sat down on the edge of the tub. Her thumbs needed the tender soles of her feet as she cursed her tender nature. BUt even as she pained she could feel herself growing stronger, more sound in her skills.

She would give both her big toes if she were able to take a training day without hurting, though. The aches, scrapes, bruises and breaks were all just another rung on the ladder to becoming a great medic ninja. She pulled her filth and sweat covered clothes off and cut the water off. She couldn't wait to submerge her body into that healing water. She stopped as she started to step in as a thought flashed through her mind. She pulled the towel from the hanger, wrapping it tight around her torso as she padded on bare feet back to her room. Her eyes scanned her table until they landed on the herbs and salts she was looking for. She grabbed up the bottles, hugging them to her chest in an attempt to hold both the containers and her towel as she made her way awkwardly back to the bathroom.

The steam tickled her exposed flesh, almost instantly alleviating a portion of the pain. She dropped the towel and quickly added her choice minerals to the steaming water. Her foot swirled in the water for a moment, urging the minerals to dissolve quicker, before she sunk down. She closed her eyes and smiled.

Sakura soup. A snorting laugh escaped her as she realized that Naruto's way of thinking may just be wearing off on her after all. A deep breath escape her, seemingly sinking her further in her medicinal broth.

The hot water lapped at the nape of her neck as she allowed her senses to be bombarded by the delicious scents and steam. She sunk further down as her aching body relaxed bit by bit, muscle by muscle until she was completely limp. Her eye lids slowly began to close as she enjoyed the momentary pleasures that the bath provided. Her breathing deepened as her eyes finally closed. Darkness consumed her vision as she drifted off into the primordial sense of weightlessness.

Clouds appeared in her line of sight as she entered her dream-scape. Fluffy balls of cotton floated lazily across the sky over head. She could hear the delightful sound of children laughing and playing in the distance. She pushed herself up from the bed of grass and sat looking out in wonder at the beautiful park she was in.

"You're awake." She turned to see the darker headed member of her team as his shadow fell over her. Sakura grinned up at him and nodded. "Good. I have something to show you." His voice was coarse choppy and borderline sadistic, not much different from normal. She pushed her self up and looked at him. His dark eyes danced over her and a small smirk pulled at one corner of his mouth. She frowned as he took a few steps toward her. Paralysis took her over as he brought his hand up towards her. Her feet cemented to the ground as her body refused to move. Her mind wouldn't rationalize his near contact while her heart attempted to leap from her throat. His hand brushed against her ear before he brought it back away from her, holding a sprig of grass.

She blushed madly at the ideas swimming through her head as he sent the grass back down it its family. He turned and began walking, assuming that she would follow like the obedient puppet she was. As if pulled by invisible strings she followed as he led her into the tree line of the park. Twisting and turning she followed the young ninja through the tangle of trees. She frowned as he started moving quicker and before she had time to realize it she was sprinting just to keep him in sight.

She rounded that last blind curve only to skid to a stop staring at a large cement wall. She tilted her head backwards her eyes running up the length of the wall looking for an end. She looked to either side only to realize that the lush beauty of the forest park was gone. A barren waste land of nothingness spread out in all directions away from the wall. Her heart sunk as a hot wind rolled over her face.

Are you frightened yet, cherry blossom? Do you feel that rush of adrenaline in your chest? I can and it taste so good.

She reached for her kunai but her hand found only the fabric of her clothes. She looked around to locate the owner of the sickening voice, but there was nothing around her. Except the wall. She threw her self around and glared up at the large wall.

"Show yourself!"She screamed in the most imposing voice she could muster. Nothing but silence answered her demand. Her heart quivered in her chest as that hot nowhere wind rolled over her once again. Without warning three other endless walls sprung up from the ground, boxing her in with only the light from the free ceiling shining in on her. She slammed her fist against the wall only to have the pain recoil through her.

"Fuck!" Sakura cursed clutching her hand. Her eyes turned skyward as her mind held together enough to rationalize a plan. She lowered herself to the ground and launched herself against the wall only to vault off of the wall to the next. She leapt from wall to wall, until her legs began to burn as the muscles protested the strenuous reoccurring activity. She looked up seeing the end only a few meters further. A rush of relief flowed through her as she vaulted towards that signal of freedom. S scream escaped her mouth as a block fell from the opening blocking her exit. She dropped from the wall falling painfully to the ground landing on her leg with a snap. She looked up as fear exploded through her. The ceiling had not stopped it was still falling towards her, closing in on where she sat meaning to crush her. She covered her head and tried to keep the tears from leaving her eyes. She could hear the roaring grind as the ceiling ground against the walls, growing closer and closer to her demise.

She shot up from the water, tearing herself away from the nightmare only seconds before she was crushed. She coughed and sputtered as the water rushed down from her hair. A gag tore from her as she tried to force the water from her lungs. A trembling hand came up to brush the water from her face as she shook. Her face was hot from the water but also chilled from fear. She sat forward and began to get out of the water, but as soon as she put weight on her wrist and her leg, pain ricocheted through her. With a crying scream she felt back into the water, splashing over half of the contents out of the ceramic container.

Panic and hysterics began to fill her as she looked at her wrist then down to her ankle. She slowly attempted to turn her foot, realizing when she couldn't turn it more than just a slight twitch that her ankle was broken. Her arms began trembling uncontrollably as her mind began throwing pieces out at her that didn't make sense. How was it possible that her nightmare had caused her to break her ankle? She closed her eyes and took several deep calming breaths as she tried to regain control of herself. Her mind began to quiet down as the trembling in her hands began to slow. She rationalized with herself against the panicky side of her.

I must have pushed myself to hard during training.

Then why didn't I feel it before?

Sometimes serious injuries take a while to become known.

Then explain the sprained wrists?

Same thing. I trained too hard.

What did I do with my wrist?

…I don't know.

Sakura carefully pushed herself with her uninjured limbs up to stand. Quickly she managed to get out of the bathtub and wrap herself in the warmth of a towel. She was going to have a serious chat with her sensei about what was happening to her. Her body screamed at her that she needed to rest, but how would she be able to? She limbed to her room, using the wall to support herself. She flung herself on her bed and stared once again up at the slowly circling fan blades. Maybe she was just stressed.