She didn't go to see anyone about her hand. She was afraid of what they would tell her. She already knew what was wrong with it; she just thought she would have been better at taking care of it.
She was brushing her teeth that night and she dropped the brush on the floor. Gaara got up from the bed and came to stand in the doorway.
"What's wrong with your hand?" He asked. "You've been fumbling all night – first your hairbrush, and then you couldn't open the door. Has your hand gone numb?"
Sakura shook her head and smiled. "It's nothing."
"It's not nothing." Gaara said, frowning at her. "Let me look at your hand." When Sakura didn't act, he reached out and grabbed her hand. "It doesn't look like there's anything wrong with it..."
Sakura nodded. "Because there isn't anything." At least, not on the outside.
She was surprised when Gaara closed his eyes, still holding her hand, and his frown deepened. When he opened his eyes again he looked angry. "Who did this to you?"
"What? How did you...?" She didn't think Gaara would have noticed.
"Who did this to you Sakura?" He asked again, his gaze darkening.
"No one. I mean, it wasn't on purpose. No one is trying to hurt me, actually, she's trying to help." Sakura fumbled for words. She didn't want Gaara to worry, but at the same time she didn't want to give away any details. Misa wasn't at fault, but Gaara might still be angry at her.
"Does this have something to do with Setsuna?" He asked, guessing right away what it was, to Sakura's dismay. "I heard what you did to him – is this to do with that?"
Sakura stared at him, wishing he would stop asking. She wasn't going to be able to lie her way out of this. She nodded. "But it's not Setsuna's fault. It's not Setsuna at all actually."
"Sakura, please just tell me what happened to you." Gaara said, looking at her with a serious gaze. She couldn't refuse when he looked at her like that.
She nodded and explained about Setsuna and Misa, and the training she had been doing with Misa for the last week. "I've been controlling the heat in my veins, and healing myself every night after we're done. I don't know why I'm reacting like this now."
Gaara took both her hands in his and stared into her eyes. "You have to promise me you'll stop this, at least until you get someone else to take a look at your hand. You're too blind to your own health; by the time you realize anything is wrong it will be too late. You're not superhuman Sakura."
Sakura puffed out her cheeks. "But I've been trying so hard for so long now. What am I missing?"
Gaara smiled and shrugged. "I guess a bloodline. Or radiation or something."
Sakura sighed. "I hate being regular."
Gaara nodded. "Promise me."
"I promise."
"Good." Gaara said with a smile and finally let go of her hand. "I'm going to bed now."