𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨【 𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙤 → 𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎 】

Requested: Kiba x reader

Requested by @Fatal_Hit06

Meeeeeh I tried to make this all sad and sentimental but it all came out really weird. But yeah. Please try to enjoy!

"Must... keep going. Hospital... Konoha..." you gasped, pushing yourself onwards through the dense forests that surrounded your village. The large wound in your abdomen wasn't exactly speeding up your progress, though, and you had to keep reminding yourself to apply pressure on it. In spite of the hasty dressing covering it, your hands were stained red, and your nostrils filled with the coppery scent of blood.

A tree's root caught your foot, sending you sprawling onto the ground, at the edge of a clearing. Lacking both the willpower and strength to get up, you lay there, completely winded.

This is it, the pessimistic part of you thought to yourself. I'm going to die here.

No, I'm not! Argued your inner optimist. I'm close enough to the village for them to sense me! And any ninken they have will definitely smell all the blood!

What makes you think the border patrol will have ninken? Pessimist countered.

I don't. I can only hope, Optimist admitted.

Pessimist scoffed. Not much of a chance, then.

Oh, shut up.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you silenced both the annoying voices in your head, and tried your best to stay conscious. Deep breaths, you had been told, helped the best.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Don't freak out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Stay calm.

Surprisingly, unlike all the other advice medics had ever given you, this helped. It gave you a clear head, and you began assessing your chances, eventually settling on two options. You could try to keep moving, or try to make as much noise as possible, and attract attention from the border patrol.

You had just decided to make a ruckus, when a crashing sound caught your attention. It came from not far away.

"Are you sure you smelt something, Akamaru?"

A bark in reply.

Kiba. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of your boyfriend.

"Okay, if you're right, then we'll need to hurry!" The crashing noises got closer and closer, until a certain Inuzuka boy burst into the clearing, a large white ninken at his heels. He gasped at the sight of you lying in a small pool of your own blood, the makeshift bandaging having slipped a while ago.

"[Y/n]!" He sprinted across the clearing. "Oh, no. Akamaru, I'm gonna support her, and sit on your back. You'll have to do the running and take us to the hospital." Kiba flicked a soldier pill at the hound, who crunched it up immediately.

"[Y/n]? Please tell me you can hear me." He placed two fingers over your neck, checking for a pulse.

You pushed your eyelids open, with great effort. "Ki...ba?" Your tongue struggled to form the words, seeing that you'd nearly passed out from blood loss. He sighed with relief, but worry was still etched on his face.

"Hang on, sweetheart, we'll get you to the hospital in no time." Gently, he lifted you up bridal-style and sat on Akamaru's back. "Okay, buddy, let's go!"

The last thing you saw before falling unconscious was Kiba's worried face.

"Shizune, Sakura, are you both ready for the operation?"

"Yes, Tsunade-sama," two voices chimed.