Yay! Another chapter! I would like to thank my amazingly awesome beta, HomeSkilletBiscuit.93, for helping me with this chapter. I've learned so much from her and we're both growing as writers together. Seriously, this girl's da bomb. Anyway, enough of my infatuation for my beta. XD Enjoy the story~

The sun rose lazily over the green, lush land. A lone compound rested along with buildings that matched in fervor and superiority, the Uchiha crest painted proudly across the walls. A traditional styled house lay on the far end of the clan compound. In it lay two sleeping figures, their bodies far from one another as they slept soundly.

A shuffling of comforters interrupted the silence as a tired male rose from his spot on the futon. Rubbing his eyes, he opened them. A frown graced his beautiful features. The sun beat down on his face from the open curtain, yet his eyes only saw black. He was used to the disappointment of feeling the heat and warmth the sun provided, and being met with the harsh black he's lived in for sometime.

Removing the covers from his body, he shuffled from his bed and out the door. Looking either way, his large hand met the chilled wall. Running his fingertips across it, he let it guide him. Met with a doorframe, he noticed the door was slightly ajar. Nudging it open slightly, he peeked his head inside.

He was met with silence. It was different then the silence he's been living with almost all of his life. Instead of the eerie feeling crawling down his spine as he awoke, his arms securely wrapped around his blade for easy access; it was calm. The air was serene and warm as he stepped into the room, his ears picking up the slow, steady breathing of the pink haired woman.

Stepping closer to the bed, he moved his eyes, looking for any change in the black, but saw nothing. His stoic expression remained unchanged as he stepped silently towards the bed. He could almost picture her sleeping there, her body sprawled amongst the covers as the sunlight hit her face. He hasn't seen her in years, and knowing she was there without being able to see her was strange. He touched the bed, making contact with the soft material that covered the girl's body. Flinching, he retrieved his hand back when she shifted her position.

Blinking, he walked away from the bed and towards the window that was to the west of her. Sitting on the sill, he put his chin in his hand, his thoughts wandering as the sun caressed his cold cheeks.

It was odd staying in a place that was once your home. It was oddly familiar; a bittersweet reunion. He hated it with a sickly passion and yet the feeling of safety crept into his heart. He could feel the difference in atmosphere when he opened his eyes for the first time and he heard his old teammate's voice. It was like an old memory that came to the forefront and smacked you across the face. It was painful, yet it opened your eyes to things you've missed in the time you've spent away. He missed the comfort his teammates provided for him.

His thoughts were shaken as a yawn came from a petite lump on the bed. Turning his head, he moved his eyes as though he was actually looking at the girl that was awakening; looking around as if he weren't actually blind was a bad habit he just couldn't break out of.

Sakura rubbed her eyes, removing the sleep from her tired emerald hues. Squinting, her eyes had to adjust to the bright sun that illuminated her room with reds and yellows. She jumped slightly, noticing a figure near the window staring at her. Placing her hand on her chest, she breathed a sigh.

"Sasuke! You scared the hell out of me," she stated tiredly. A sudden thought came to her as she became more coherent, "Why are you here anyway?"

Her eyes looked to his face for an answer, his body language relaxed and fluent. He turned back towards the window, his face unchanged. After a short while, he answered her, his tone low.

"This room always had the best view." His response was simple, and yet Sakura could tell the room held some meaning to him. Eying it, the room seemed fit for any aristocratic family and she couldn't see why it held any value. It was roomy and classy, fit for the richest of families.

Blinking, she brought the covers from her small frame and stood. Her bare feet hit the floor as it echoed throughout the room. Turning his head an inch, the man listened to her approach him. Her scent became increasingly powerful as she stopped beside him. He felt her eyes on him as he let his gaze shift to the window. Sakura paused, folding her arms over her chest. Looking to the left, she smiled.

The view was of the entire Uchiha compound and in the horizon, the village. Cast in different shades of yellow, orange, and red, the sun rose. Eyeing the clock on the opposite wall, the girl frowned. She had to start getting ready for work. She left his side, only to be stopped by his words.

"Where are you going?"Sakura acknowledged him, turning her torso to stare at Sasuke who seemed to notice her absence. Clearing her throat, she shifted in her spot.

"I have work in an hour. Naruto or Kakashi will watch you until I get back," she stated, her eyes looking for some sort of reaction from the man. In return, Sasuke frowned. He hated confronting people from his past. It was like taboo. The reason he forgot them was because they were in his past, never to resurface again. Unfortunately, things haven't been going his way lately.

"I'm coming with you."

Sakura was taken aback by his blunt command. Placing her hands on her hips, her eyebrows stitched together in slight agitation. He wasn't in the position to demand things from her, nor did he have the authority.

"I'm afraid I can't bring you to work with me, Sasuke." She tried to sound cheery, despite her irritation with him. It was like coaxing a child. When their mind is set on something, they don't back down.

"Too bad." He rose from his spot, his face was stoic as he left the room, heading towards his own and shutting the door. Shaking her head, she rubbed her temples. She wasn't looking forward to bringing the Uchiha to work with her. That wasn't part of the mission. The point of the mission was to heal his eyes, stay with him, go to work and have Naruto or Kakashi watch over him until she returned. She was not his full-time babysitter by any means.

Grunting, Sakura walked into the bathroom across from her room. Grabbing her work attire, which consisted of a long sleeved red top with a fitted black skirt, she placed it on the counter. Stepping into the shower, she stood as hot water poured onto her body, soaking her. Her tense muscles became relaxed as the liquid covered her body. She reached out for shampoo that she had brought from her own home. Putting a fair amount into her palm, she massaged it onto her scalp, the scent filling her nose as she breathed in and out. As she washed the soap from her hair, her body reacted to a sudden sound.

A clicking and swift movement of the doorknob brought her attention from her relaxed state to the opening door. Peering from the curtain, using it to shield her petite body, she blinked in surprise. Sasuke was rummaging through drawers, his eyebrows scrunched as he focused on the task at hand. He was looking for something and as Sakura watched him, he seemed to notice. Turning his head, he blinked, forming a glare. Sakura blushed as she squeaked, hiding from his gaze. She knew he couldn't see her, but she couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed. It was odd finding your old teammate staring at you, even though he technically couldn't see you. The girl frowned.

Rolling his eyes, Sasuke managed to find what he was looking for. Shaking his head, Sakura watched his retreating back, his hand holding a roll of bandages. Grunting, she quickly removed the shampoo from her hair, shutting the water hastily, a draft causing the hair on her arms to stand. He had left the door open, leaving her exposed to the chilled air outside the bathroom. Glaring at the door, she quickly grabbed the towel, wrapping it around her body as she tried to bring warmth back to her body.

Quickly throwing on her clothes, she left the room, adjusting her shirt as she looked for the Uchiha. She passed his room, a shaded figure catching her eye. Blinking, she halted. Taking a few steps backwards, she watched as Sasuke wrapped his knuckles, his lips in a straight line. Stepping into the room, she quietly approached him.

A growl escaped his lips as he threw the bandages across the room, a look of frustration crossing his features. His arms folded over his chest, a small pout forming as he tried to subdue his anger. Smiling gently, the pink haired female moved across the room, bending over and picking up the bandages, she let her eyes settle on him. He seemed distraught and angry all the time. But, there was an emotion within him she couldn't place. He was feeling something that was troubling him and yet he constantly clashed with it. He was at war with himself, and there was nothing she could do to heal that.

"Here. Let me help." Walking closer to him, she sat on the bed, grabbing his hand with her own small one. She didn't let him pull away as she wrapped his knuckles neatly. They were still bruised from when he arrived and were most likely bothering him, she figured. As she finished, she tucked the end of the bandage under the others, patting it gently, signalling she finished.

Smiling gently towards him, she pushed a strand of hair from her face, her eyes shifting to the man sitting across from her. His eyes were to the side, not wanting to acknowledge her presence. His mouth formed a small frown as he shifted in his spot uncomfortably. Eyeing him, the girl sighed before standing, her petite hands placing themselves on her hips. With a tilt of the head, she shot him a look.

"Alright. Let's get going. I can't be late for my shift." His body seemed to relax as he nodded silently in response.

Walking into the hospital was awkward, to say the least. Looks were directed towards her in slight amazement, heads turning and questioning her silently. She ignored them, her eyes glancing towards the Uchiha that walked beside her.

She couldn't help but wonder about his strange behavior from this morning. The bathroom incident left him silent with a tense air between the two. He seemed unhappy staying with her, much less having to spend time with her. It hurt her slightly, but this was always the case. He never did take a liking to her.

Running her fingers through her pink locks, she found herself at her office. Unlocking the door, she held it open for him, stepping to the side.

"Go on in. Make yourself at home," she said, her eyes following him. He walked in, his arm outstretched slightly. Once his fingertips touched the cold wood of the chair, he sat, his body relaxing from the comfort.

Walking past him towards her own seat behind the desk, she looked at the paper work that mingled on her desk. Sighing, she got to work, the shuffling of paper echoing through the otherwise quiet room.

It was hard concentrating on her work as Sasuke stared at her. Although, he wasn't technically staring, but being that his cold black eyes were on her made her uncomfortable. A knock caught her off guard. Not waiting for a response, a frantic woman entered. Sakura recognized her as the receptionist.

"Sakura-san! A genin was just brought in with fatal injuries! Room 272, please hurry!"

Sakura stood, her body moving from the desk to the door in a second. Giving the woman a hard look, Sakura gripped her shoulder roughly.

"Stay here with him. Make sure he doesn't go anywhere. If he does, sound the alarm." Looking over her shoulder quickly, she couldn't help but notice Sasuke's frown. Shaking her head, she ran from the room.

Sasuke fingered small circles into the wood of the chair he was in, his frown evident on his features. An awkward air followed as Sakura left, the woman shifting uncomfortably in her spot. He refused to acknowledge her as he slouched deeper into his chair.

He could always escape now, while he had the chance. She left the perfect opportunity for him to get up and leave this hell-hole. Did she actually trust him to not go? The idea sent his brain reeling. It was always one of her fatal flaws; trusting people that didn't deserve it.

Placing his fingertips on the bridge of his nose, he shut his eyes. He needed her. She was his only hope of seeing. Seeing the world and everything it beheld. Oh, the irony killed him.

The sound of feet perked his ears. The unknown woman placed her hand on his chair, causing him to turn his head. He was about to protest when a masculine voice made the hair on his arms stand.

"Well, Sasuke, I must say this is borderline pathetic."

A pop sounded and echoed through the room. Sasuke's body stiffened, his eyes quickly snapping towards the voice. Instead of a calming and slightly awkward tension in the room, the air was thick with malice. Swallowing hard, he glared at the body beside him. A small clicking of the tongue was heard, followed by a small chuckle.

"What are you doing here, Tobi?" Sasuke could feel the anger in the pit of his stomach churning, soon to boil over if the man didn't explain himself. After Tobi's short laugh, he put his hand on Sasuke's shoulder and squeezed.

"Well Sasuke, I'm here to check up on you! I hope I didn't hurt you too bad." Sasuke's face darkened in remembrance. Tobi, this man that stood beside him, brutally injured him. After opposing him—an usual action for the Uchiha—the man wouldn't have any of it. Catching him off guard, they fought and Sasuke suffered. It was this final fight that caused his blindness and pain. It was all his fault.

Shaking the man's hand off his shoulder, Sasuke slouched in his seat. He didn't want to see him at the moment. He was forced to confront his loss, causing Sasuke to grind his teeth. Knowing Sasuke wouldn't respond to him, Tobi continued.

"Anyway Sasuke, do you remember the deal?" Sasuke's ears perked at his words as he acknowledged him. "You're going to be my personal spy. I'll be checking up on you in a week to see your progress. Really push that girl to heal your eyes." Pausing, he smirked menacingly behind his mask." She's quite the looker, Sasuke. You have yourself a winner, I must say."

Standing abruptly, Sasuke had to stop himself from punching the man. Shaking from the sickening feeling in his stomach, he bared his teeth.

"Yes, I remember the plan. Don't tell me what I need to do. I already know." The quick change in subject made Tobi laugh. The boy was fragile, despite his hard exterior. It was an interesting show, he would admit. Ignoring the man's cackling, Sasuke continued to glare at him.

"Those are just the basics, Sasuke! One of my main goals is to take down this very hospital." His words trailed off. Sasuke's grip loosened slightly, his eyes looking towards the floor briefly. He knew the man's logic well, and attacking the hospital would indeed prove to be effective. For the medical personnel to be killed off first allowed for a much quicker invasion. Releasing the man, Sasuke's face remained stoic as he thought, his eyes trailing the floor.

"Hm." It was his only response, his mind wandering to his female teammate. She would most likely be in the hospital, tending to people when the attack occurs. A knot formed in his chest as a bitter taste filled his mouth. She would be killed. She would heal him and then he would turn around and have her killed. It was a sad and depressing ending to her short life, but Sasuke couldn't stop it. Pushing the thought to his subconscious, Sasuke nodded slowly in agreement. Clapping his hands, Tobi seemed pleased.

"Wonderful! Take good care of Sakura-chan before she dies! It would be terrible if she left while you two were on a bad note, right?" A chuckle passed his mask, hardly muted by the orange covering. Sasuke wanted to punch the man. "Take care, Sasuke!" A loud poof followed as the smell of smoke filled his nostrils. Sighing, the man sat in his previous seat, a headache coursing through his body. He was at a loss for words, for once.

Thinking back on the man's words, Sasuke let his mind drift. He couldn't't help but take the man's words into consideration. It would be a sad ending for the girl. He wasn't supposed to care, but he felt as though he owed it to her to at least.

He wasn't sure how much time passed before the opening of the door caused his body to tense considerably. The sound of heels and a familiar aroma caused him to relax slightly. For once, he was happy he couldn't see the girl that just walked into the room, who was most likely concerned in some way or another. He was glad that he couldn't see her innocent features as he realized he was lying to her, using her. He was overjoyed knowing he couldn't see her smile, especially towards him.

"Sasuke? Where's Miyana-san?" Her green eyes were large, seeing the woman was no longer here. Sasuke grunted in his spot, blowing a strand of his bangs from his eyes.

"She just left. Said something about people waiting and chaos. She's extremely annoying." Blinking, Sakura tapped her chin in thought. Tilting her head to the side, she shrugged.

"Well, she timed it well, I suppose. I'll need to talk to her about it, though." Sakura walked behind her desk, sitting in her chair. Removing her shoes, she put her head in her hands. Closing her eyes, she tried to push her emotions away. Drawing small circles with her fingernail on the desk, she sighed loudly. "I lost him."

Sasuke looked up, a curiousness shining through his somewhat emotionless face. Even when he was blind, his eyes said something. Sakura ran a hand through her hair. "The genin. His injuries were too severe and… a-and I lost him." She almost choked on a sob, but forced it down her throat.

She felt like a failure. She came to her office to run away, and yet she couldn't quite get away with Sasuke sitting before her. He almost always saw her in her weakened state and it annoyed her greatly. No matter what she did, Sasuke would always see her as an emotionally weak girl. Her eyes downcast, she knew her voice gave away her disappointment. Standing, Sakura moved towards the door.

"Come on. Lets get something to eat." Looking towards her, Sasuke nodded. Walking towards the door, he followed the sound of her heels.

The walk towards the small restaurant was short, yet with the silence shared between the two, it made Sakura uncomfortable. She had told Sasuke about her failure and he didn't comment on it. Not only that, but he seemed to be distracted by something. She wasn't going to ask quite yet, knowing her efforts would simply go to waste. Sasuke hardly talked to her about much of anything.

Eyes seemed to drift to the two of them, different shades all piercing her. Most were judgmental, a look of displeasure and distaste. If only she could smack them.

Grumbling, she reached a seat in the back of the small hut-like restaurant, her eyes on the small menu placed before her and Sasuke. Holding it up, she glanced it over quickly with bored eyes. Sasuke's own coal orbs remained on the wooden table.

"Rice balls, onigiri, an assortment of salads, dumplings, sushi and soup. That's basically what they have." Sakura tossed the menu casually on the table, her eyes meeting with the ravenette's. His head raised, as he seemed to be thinking of something to eat.

"Dumplings. And water. That's it." His eyes wandered to the table once more. Placing her chin in her palm, the girl studied him.

The Sasuke she knows is headstrong, always straightforward. If something bothered him, he would state it bluntly without feeling any remorse for those that he offended. This Sasuke seemed to keep to himself more, like he didn't even know what to think at this point. He seemed unsure of everything, despite his vast knowledge on many things. This Sasuke is fragile.

"Did something happen?" Sasuke froze, his voice stuck in his throat. Sakura was taken aback by the man's sudden change in mood.

"No." His answer was curt and rude, something she expected from him. Tilting her head, she didn't believe him.

"Really? Because you're acting funny." Her tone was laced with slight cockiness, a side she was no longer scared of showing towards the Uchiha. She simply doesn't care about his opinion of her. At least, that's what she had convinced herself.

"I said I'm fine. Why are you so persistent!" Slamming his hand on the table, his anger was clearly getting the best of him. Sitting back in her seat, the girl crossed her arms over her chest, her eyebrows knitting together in annoyance.

"I've always been that way. What's stuck up your ass, hm?" Leaning towards him, she glared in his direction. Sasuke could feel her intense stare and he loathed it. "I'm the one stuck taking care of you. Maybe you should be a bit more considerate. Not everyone can put up with your childish attitude, Sasuke." Her words were a bit harsh. Unlike Sasuke, she didn't need to yell to get her point across. The old Sasuke was like that. Sitting back in his chair, he looked defeated.

She had a point, though. It only made him feel worse. The pounding in his chest that made him want to burst became harder to bare. He wanted to scream and run to a place where only he could exist, but he knew of no place like that. The tearing at his abdomen made him want to vomit and the dull headache was becoming increasingly unbearable. The feeling was unfamiliar and he couldn't find a word to describe it. Maybe he was getting sick.

"You're so annoying." The taboo phrase flew from his mouth, and he inwardly flinched. Sakura didn't react as she bit the inside of her cheeks. She couldn't let those words bring her to a low place like they had so long ago: the phrase that brought her to tears many times. They were nothing but shallow memories now.

"So what's bothering you?" she asked, her words casual as she looked around the small facility. Sasuke rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"My eyes," he lied, "they hurt." Turning her attention to the man sitting across from her, a worried expression crossed her beautiful features.

"I see. What does it feel like?" She inspected him from her spot across the table, as if analyzing him closely while taking mental notes. He paused, coming up with any words that could describe how he felt. It wasn't everyday he told people how he was feeling. It was almost foreign.

"A dull throbbing. It feels like it's in my head though." Sakura nodded slowly, formulating possible conclusions.

"When we get back to the house, I'll try a chakra point analysis. I did one in the beginning of your treatment, but I guess a check-up won't hurt." Sasuke merely nodded in response.

Soon, a waiter came, allowing them to order. The time spent consisted of small talk here and there, but the awkward tension that seemed to constantly fill the air between them was still alive and present.

"Sasuke, I've been meaning to ask you something." Sakura could feel his attention on her, despite his lack of looking at her completely. Shuffling with her lab coat, she looked towards the ground as her feet hit the paved streets. The day spent together was long and tiring. Finally able to relax, the two walked home side by side, "How did you get like that? Injured, I mean. Do you know who attacked you?"

He didn't let the words get to him. With his hands stuffed in his pockets, he kept his eyes on the road, met with the familiar black. A light breeze lifted his bangs around his eyes, never interrupting his vision.

"I was ambushed by several ninjas. They knew of the bounty on my head. I managed to survive until that idiot found me." Sakura eyed him, a slight annoyance growing. Sure Naruto wasn't the brightest but Sasuke owed him his life. Without Naruto, Sasuke would be dead. It was like that on several occasions. He would never admit that though.

Sakura didn't speak after his answer. She wasn't sure what to say after he admitted that to her. For whatever reason, he was acting differently. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it troubled her slightly, despite the fact he was gone for years, only crossing paths with him on the occasion where he tried to kill her. Nonetheless, Sakura shook the thought away, attempting to ignore it.

The dark sky was peaceful, the sound of nighttime creatures peacefully playing their melodies. They seemed to harmonize in the distance, allowing Sakura to relax slightly. The dark silhouette of the Uchiha compound came into view, causing her to shudder. The dreary silence that became evident as you walked through the deserted area caused the hair on her body to stand. Looking towards Sasuke, she couldn't help but wonder if this was how he felt walking towards his house everyday. It almost seemed surreal.

Unlocking the door and walking into the dark house caused the girl to frown. The air was cold in contrast to the humidity outside. Finding a light switch, she allowed light to fill the room, her eyes having to adjust. Removing her shoes, she walked towards her own room, Sasuke following her actions.

Upon reaching the room, she removed her lab coat, hanging it up in the closet. Moving towards the drawer, she pulled out a pair of black fitted shorts and a mint green t-shirt. After changing, she grabbed a brush, running it through her hair, removing any knots that formed throughout the day. The long, shining pink entered her view as it hung off her shoulders, straight, just like her mother's. In contrast, her emerald green eyes shone against the light rose. Her eyes had matured yet still had the innocent shine to them. She was never sure how she kept that naïve glow about her. It annoyed her slightly. Her long, dark lashes accentuated her viridian hues to the point where she almost resembled a porcelain doll. Her mother held this sort of beauty. Never did she think she'd inherit any of it.

Sighing, the girl paused before turning around. Walking from the room towards Sasuke's, she peeked through the door. A dark red snuck onto her face as she quickly covered her mouth to suppress her surprise. The view of Sasuke's shirt off as he began to remove his pants, revealing his dark blue boxers wasn't something she expected to see. Unable to remove the picture from her head, she cursed Naruto and Kakashi for their perverted ways. They were definitely rubbing off on her. Swallowing hard, she took a deep breath, allowing the red to fade to a light pink. Knocking on the door, she awaited for his voice before walking in. With her head down, she walked in hesitantly.

Eying him, Sakura watched as he refused to acknowledge. He most likely heard her, but wasn't able to react in time to save the two of them the embarrassment. It was his fault for leaving the door partially open anyway. She would not be mocked as a pervert sneaking a peek at her client. Not without a fight, at least.

"I c-can heal your eyes now, i-if you want," she stated softly, her shy side taking over. She hated that side of her, but it was too late to save her now. Sasuke nodded, seemingly not bothered by the small incident. It was bound to happen with the two of them living in the same house together. It's not like two men or two women living in the same house. There is more room for mishaps in this sort of arrangement.

Sitting on the bed, Sasuke made himself comfortable. Laying on the futon, he stared at the ceiling. Sakura moved towards him slowly, sitting beside him carefully before making herself comfortable next to him. Glancing at him quickly, she touched his cheek. Sasuke's eyes moved towards her direction as he guessed where her face most likely was. It was hard to predict, but he managed to be on target. Noticing this, she justified her actions by sweeping his hair from his eyes, her gentle touch causing a feeling inside the Uchiha to stir. It was odd and something he couldn't quite place. Trying to subdue it, he tried to focus on something other than her delicate skin touching his own.

After pushing his charcoal bangs from his view, she pressed the palm of her hand onto his now closed eyes. Concentrating on the chakra points, she noticed there were several still severely damaged ones. After several minutes of analyzing him, she spoke up.

"It appears that your chakra points are scarring," her voice cracked, causing her to blush from embarrassment, "I need to heal that now, otherwise your Sharingan days are over." Sasuke seemed a bit panicked, but Sakura placed a firm hand on his chest, causing his attention to divert to her. His own fears seemed to disappear into thin air. "I'll take care of you. I promise."

He could almost picture her genuine smile on her matured face. Although she was older, that wide smile was always an admirable feature of hers. It was delicate and natural, like her. It was never forced and it always demonstrated just how happy she truly was. It was one of the things Sasuke would always remember about her. Even now in the dark depths of his mind, he can still picture the smiling face of his flower-named teammate. It was the small light on Team 7 in the old days.

Placing both of her hands on his eyes, she began to heal him. It was almost routine to her now, healing him as they both sat and listened to the humming of her chakra. She was always great at chakra control and this seemed to be a clear example of it.

She couldn't help but notice how the room seemed peaceful and quiet. There was no tense or awkward air filling the spaces between the two of them. Instead, there was a calming silence that eased the soul.

Several hours passed as Sakura looked towards the boy, his breathing slow and steady as he slept soundly. Her own eyes were beginning to close as she forced more chakra into his eyes. She was glad she could do this for him. She was happy she could bring some peace to his life that wasn't there previously. Because of that, she felt special. Smiling, she let the green chakra dim. Unable to move, she touched his face, moving a strand of onyx hair that had snuck it's way near his eyes. Staring at his face, she couldn't help notice the wave of anxiety that filled her chest. Sighing and without a care, she let her body fall next to his own, a warmth covering her as she brought the blanket onto both of their bodies. She knew he'd most likely be angry about this in the morning, but at this point, she didn't care. The warmth of his body and his steady heartbeat were enough to lull her into a deep sleep.

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