Aiko gives out great advice- she thinks so, at least. She has zero comprehension of the possible consequences of what she might have just done at this juncture. But, hey, she’s mentoring.
Kakashi-sensei was as still and stiff as he’d been when she’d slipped into sleep after her shift at watch. Only now, his cheeks were pale and he was clammy to the touch. Sakura swallowed hard. She watched sweat well up and join the dampness in his hairline.
His breathing was shallow but steady.
Sakura took his pulse. She confirmed that he didn’t have a fever. She decided to ask Tsunami-san to help her pour some water down his throat later. He hadn’t had a drink in over twelve hours, so he must need some, right?
‘What do I do if he doesn’t wake up? He has to eat still, right? And go to the bathroom and- and other stuff. Right?’
She wiped at her face with her sleeve. Contemplating it was terrifying. She wasn’t trained in this.
‘I don’t know what to do.’
It was so stupid. Everything was stupid. If they’d just gone home when they’d found out their client was a dirty liar, none of this would have happened. Why hadn’t they listened to the rules?