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Chapter Forty-One

Kind of a short chap, but I hope you like it! :]

"...wait, wait, wait a minute--"

"I'm leaving." Sayuri muttered as she pushed herself off the hospital bed. She didn't care if she had to limp, or that her arms were coursing with pain, or that she had a bit trouble breathing, or that her head was still pounding, or that her throat ached from speaking so much.

She had to get Sakura Haruno.

"The accident," she heard her brother speak as she reached for the crutch on the side of the bed. "You said something to me?"

She looked at him bewilderedly. "You don't remember those words I told you?"

Kakashi Hatake nodded.

He had a concussion, I guess.

And with that, she left.

Because she wouldn't waste a single breath on him, repeating that long speech she'd poured her heart out on,

When she could be talking with Sakura.

...---...

Sakura volunteers here, right? She thought. Naruto said something about Tsunade making her do rounds.

"Excuse me, do you know where Sakura Haruno is?"

A raven haired woman nodded and pointed down the hallway. "She's at her break. Down the hall to the left."

The Hatake nodded and tried her quickest to pass through the hallway and into the room.

What if she hates me?

Sayuri Hatake mustered her courage and pushed the door open.

...---...

"Sakura?" she called out, leaning against the wall for support. Her wandering eyes soon found said pinkette, lying on the couch alone. "Sakura-"

The pinkette shot up from the couch, rubbing her tired eyes, and widened at the sight of her roommate before her.

"Seikou? You're supposed to be in the room-!"

"I know, I just wanted to talk to you-"

"You have to go back to your room-"

"I don't want to go back there."

With one single statement, Sakura Haruno sneaks Seikou Hatake out of the hospital in a new attire of clothing. Together, they walk.

...-...

Kakashi Hatake pondered in his vacant room. Since Sayuri's leave, Kakashi hadn't responded to any of Naruto's questions. Naruto had left with an awkward goodbye, feeling his prescience was no longer needed.

Kakashi only stared down at the white sheets that were left on the empty bed-the one Sayuri once occupied only a few minutes ago.

I can't remember what she said at that car crash, Kakashi thought, racking his brain for memories. Was it really that important?

Why was she even in the car with me?

Kakashi ran the possible realities of him and Sayuri sharing the same ride for more than five minutes. The options were narrowed down to a small lot-with Kakashi at the driver's seat, it made it less likely for them to ride together. Why would she ever go into the car with me? Why did I even drive her to-