When he wakes, it's in a hospital bed; for a moment, he panics, and recognizes quickly the familiar walls of her clinic. He doesn't move. He doesn't need to, to know that he shouldn't, that he's still wounded, that his injuries need time to heal. It's a pity that he doesn't have as much time as he needs. He catches sight of her (her hair, really; he could always spot it a mile away) and smiles to himself, wondering if he'd made a poor move in coming in that night. "Hey. Got any water?"
The other had been put under anesthesia as the pain would be too much to handle either way. The stab wound on his right thigh was quite deep, and irrigation, disinfection and sewing were done right after, by her own hands. The male doctor had tended to the minor cuts, helped clean him up from all the blood. Later on her suspicion became true- the blood on the white shirt was not his. That thought was troubling as different scenarios went through the mind of the woman, mostly dark and concerning ones and pushing them aside took some time. It was a well known fact that Iruka was a mysterious man, one who kept many things to himself but who yet again managed to open up and show his different sides. Anyone could tell that he had gotten in trouble, a fight that went wrong, very wrong.
Knowing all of those things it was only normal for her to have a conversation with the other male, making sure that this little thing would stay between them. Luckily, he was a man of trust.
Her shift had ended hours ago but leaving was not an option, not when the brown haired male was not awake yet. Excuses were given in order to stay longer, and she truly did check up on other patients, had kept herself busy but would visit his room every thirty minutes, just in case of a change.
This was her fifth visit, though this time she entered the room, pulling up a chair beside the bed and sitting down. The new group of doctors and nurses have come, if they need her for something her pager would let her know. Inhaling deeply, Sakura watched the other laying helpless on the bed, with eyes closed, chest moving up and down slowly. The bruise on his face kept catching her attention. Biting her bottom lip, she leaned in and gently pressed her fingertips on it, tracing down his jaw line, feeling the beat of her heart increasing. Was it wrong? To be touching an unconscious man, to be invading his privacy in such a manner. Perhaps, but it did not matter at the moment. His stumble was felt, slightly poking her skin, causing lips to curve into a smile. What an attractive man.
Leaning back into the chair, she opened up the crime novel in her lap, continuing from the page she had last read. That genre has always been her favorite. Unaware of how much time had passed, the sound of his voice caused her to flinch, visibly. Eyes widen as a wide smile spread across pale lips, a huge burden being taken off her chest.
A nod of the head followed as anatomy raised from the chair, feet carrying her to the water cooler, then back to him with the plastic cup in hands. Moving the cup closer to him, leaning it on her bottom lip, she helped him drink before pulling away.
“How do you feel?”