Sakura felt sore in a way she couldn’t explain. Someone pushed a mug of hot cocoa into her hands just as the sun broke another layer of clouds apart and bled red across the early morning sky. She didn’t feel the form of the mug between her fingers, but she was absently aware of the warmth spreading under her fingers. That helped. She tipped the mug back and sipped, not caring that it burned her throat. At least she could feel that.
Tobirama sat down in the chair across from her at the clinic. It had been the first place she asked for when they asked her if she needed to go home. Shizune looked Sakura over and said there was nothing externally wrong, but Sakura knew shock when she saw it in others and Shizune was no slouch. The older woman draped a warm blanket over Sakura’s too stiff shoulders and chased off all the other visitors until Sakura could get a handle on all the leftover chemicals of shock and fear flushing out of her system.
“What the hell happened out there?” Sakura asked in a stiff voice. She didn’t make eye contact. The feelings of agitation and fear were still inside of her and they weren’t leaving.
“We have our agents looking into the situation and they are currently out in the field scouting for better answers. I can tell you we have a handle on the situation and nothing else is impacting the surrounding area or other people who-“
Sakura turned the mug back and took another searing gulp before slamming it a bit too loudly down on the table next to her. She fought to make her eyes as hard and alive as she needed them to be.
If you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror, look a little closer, stare a little longer, because there is something inside you that made you keep trying despite everyone around you that told you to quit. You built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself, you signed it “they were wrong”