Innocent

"No, Gaara! No!"

Memories swirled into nightmares, nightmares mingled in the scent of blood.
He could still see Lee's unconscious body rising up to oppose him.
He could still see the mangled body.
He could still feel it through his sand.
Gaara gripped at the Kanji on his forehead. Tears ran down his cheeks.

"Gaara, it's okay. I won't leave you."

That's what he had said.
The young man stared in the direction of the Suna hospital.
Would it be true?