𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 ᶦᵗᵃᶜʰᶦ

2| gentle

Sweat beads formed from on his forehead, and every so often, she dabbed them away. [y/n] placed a new wet cloth to keep his temperature in check. His black hair would stick to his forehead, and she'd gently place it behind his ears. It has been a few days of him being unconscious.

"I'm going to give you some herbal tea, it should help with the fever," her voice was soft, and her touch was even more gentle. [y/n] placed her hand behind his head tilting upward, Itachi's eyes squinted at the hot liquid being poured down his throat.

"I know it's a bit hot, but it'll work faster this way," she explained, even though the Uchiha was still unconscious. She placed his head down and replaced the wet cloth on his forehead.

"I see you're a shinobi, I guess this must of happened in one of your missions," her hands moved down to his torso, examining the injuries that she had healed.

"You need to wake up soon. I don't want you to soil my sheets," she giggled lightly, covering his stomach once more. She hadn't realized, but her cheeks flushed red, [y/n] had never been so close to a man before, and she couldn't deny that he was handsome.

I can't wake up.

My mind won't let me.

It doesn't want to go back home.

I can't go back home; it's too much I can't do it anymore.

"I may not know you, but I don't want you to die under my care,"

She is so kind, so soft, so gentle.

"Well I have to pick some more herbs, I'll be right back,"

No, please don't leave.

I need to hear your voice.

Stay, please.

Don't leave me alone.