She woke up in the middle of the night wrapped tightly in Gaara's arms. She turned her head to see what was wrong. "Gaara?"
He shook his head and didn't move. "Why are you so mindless?" He asked. "What if something worse had happened? You could have lost an arm; you could have..."
Sakura smiled. "You know, I got the same lecture from Misa."
"Don't laugh please." Gaara said. "Do you realize what could have happened?"
Sakura nodded. "That's why I have to laugh."
"You shouldn't do these things."
"But when I think about Misa and Setsuna being unable to touch, unable to kiss..."
"I don't care about that." Gaara said bluntly. "Did you ever think about us? If it had gone badly, what about you? If we were no longer able to touch each other anymore, or see each other..."
Sakura was quiet. Her heart hurt at the thought, and she realized now that Gaara felt the same.
"When I think about what might have happened if you had made a mistake... The idea that you could have died, Sakura, that thought it... it scares me."
Sakura turned around and hugged Gaara. She kissed his forehead, his eyelids, his furrowed brow. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "I never meant to make you worry."
"That's why I worry so much." He answered. "I love you."
"I'm sorry. I love you." She replied, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his lips.
He smiled suddenly, just a small smile. "You're sorry that you love me?" He asked, throwing her own words back at her. "Or did that just come out wrong?"
Sakura grinned and poked him in the ribs. "Oh shut up you!"
Gaara raised his eyebrows at her. "Why don't you make me?"