You make the sound of pulling heaven down
You brought the rain's romantic pour
You make the sound
You make the sound
Of pulling heaven down

Heels clicked in the hallowed halls of the hospital. The air seemed sterile; probably from the faint scent of disinfectant mixing with the oxygen. Nurses carted meals and she could hear the secretary dance her fingers on the computer, the clacking sound mixing with the sound of heels. She turned right, giving a silent greeting to the janitor and moving to the right side of the hall, entering room 289.

Once inside, the sounds of outside were lost on her. Here, she heard the hiss of the respirator, the drip of the IV line, and the beep of the heart monitor mixed with anxious pacing and breathing.

Sasuke stared down at his sandals, counting the amount of stitches in his sandals. It helped to keep his mind off things as they waited and it calmed him. It gave him a sense of order to the chaos in his body and so, this was all he could do now. He saw a pair of brown heels enter his field of vision and glanced up before leaving his chair, the object moving back with a sound that seemed too much for such a small room.

Naruto glanced at the woman beside him. She had blonde hair and umber eyes. By the looks of it, she seemed to be only in her mid-twenties, but he knew better. Beneath that young exterior was an old woman and the knowledge she had gained in her years of life and they would need it. "Tsunade-sama, what's her condition?"

Tsunade furrowed her brows. He only called her that title under the direst circumstances. The last time was the ambush from Iwa nin where Neji was slain with Tenten close behind in her grief. She sighed. Those were dark days; they had lost valuable ninja and more importantly, good friends. As she turned her gaze to the occupant of the hospital bed, this was no different.

Tsunade flipped the pages of the clipboard in her hand. "Haruno Sakura, 19. Internal bleeding, sprained ankle, fractured right tibia, fractured left femur, three broken ribs, dislocated shoulder, concussion, and tears to the vaginal wall along with genital contusions. We fixed most of the injuries, but what the hell happened out there?"

"We don't know. From what we could tell, they were ambushed for the scroll we found on her. They fought them and when we found them, we found Kakashi slumped over her body, naked."

Tsunade flicked her gaze to the Uchiha, noting his fists were clenched and his jaw was tight, the same with Naruto. She sighed. "Well, we can't find out what really happened until one of them wakes up, but Sakura's in a coma due to her injuries and Kakashi's no better from overusing his chakra. We just need to wait and hope they wake up."

Naruto nodded and Tsunade turned to the door when Sasuke spoke up. "You're hiding something. What is it?"

She sighed and turned around, her eyes carrying a tiredness that comes with silent grief. She gave a stare and he stared back, silently demanding the information she held. She sighed. It was pointless to try and out-stare him and she was too tired to deny anything. "When we scanned Kakashi's body for any poisons or damage to his chakra system, something was abnormal with his spiritual and mental energy. It seemed both of those were drained also, which is strange, but it could mean nothing. Anyway, visiting hours are over, but you guys can stay. Don't ever say that I never did anything for you." They nodded in understanding and Tsunade silently closed the door behind her.

Naruto turned to his friend. "Hey teme, what do you think happened at the battle?"

Sasuke shrugged, his shoulders lifting under his jounin uniform before turning to his friend in the bed. It seemed surreal, like someone replaced the woman he had come to known once more. Her normally bright beryl eyes were hidden beneath bruised lids. Her body lay broken and wrapped in bandages that seemed alien to her skin and the mouth that lay beneath the oxygen mask seemed to be open in a silent scream, one that seemed to rip at him without words, but with a bittersweet sound that tore at his soul.

When they had come across the scene, he felt his blood chill. Not since facing his brother just two years before had he felt like that. The stench of blood, sweat, and sex, coupled with the sight of the two almost made him retch. He gave a small shiver. The memory would stay with him along with the nauseous sensation that came with it for a while.

He glanced up and saw Naruto still looking at him for an answer. Maybe he needed reassurance like he did. He wanted answers to questions locked away and not meant to be said aloud, but needed to be spoken. He sighed. Naruto wanted words and though he was a prodigy and his talking skills had improved, these were things he could not offer, for those words were locked away from him too.

He raked a hand through ebony locks, sighing tiredly. "I don't know, dobe." And it was true. He really didn't know because the only two that did, weren't talking.