When Temari burst into the hospital room, Shikamaru managed a smile.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey?!" Temari exclaimed. "You're in the hospital with life-threatening injuries, and you don't even think to send me a message?"
She sat in the chair next to the bed and grabbed his hand, a gesture of both comfort and aggression.
"You were on a mission," Shikamaru shrugged, wincing when he moved.
"You could have died," Temari told him.
"Please," Shikamaru chuckled. "You would never forgive me if I died – I couldn't do that."
Temari softened and ran a loving hand through his hair.
"Never," she agreed.