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Enough

Sweat was collecting along her hairline and dripping down the sides of her flushed face. Her sea foam green eyes were narrowed in deep concentration. Dexterous fingers were precise and worked quickly.

Uchiha Sasuke quietly watched her treat his wounds. He felt no pain as she slowly closed up the gash in his thigh, his cells regenerating at breakneck speed. Both her hands were pumping chakra into his leg. He could tell that she was fatigued. She had been with him for a couple of hours treating various injuries.

Finally, her green-glowing hands removed themselves. Sasuke turned his vision to his thigh. It was in perfect condition. There was not a single scratch.

The medic-nin's healing hands returned to normal, and she backed away from the hospital bed. Using the back of her hand, she wiped the sweat from her forehead. She inhaled deeply and sighed. Her eyes scanned his body for any further injuries. Satisfied with her work, she turned and left the room without a word. The door closed with a soft click.

Sasuke stared at the door his ex-teammate had walked through. For the entire two hours the pink-haired kunoichi had been with him, she had been silent. Her emotions, as they once did, did not leak out, and no tears were shed for the injured shinobi. He knew that she took her job as a medic-nin very seriously. One wrong move and there would be headlines of an accidental death.

But this silence that came from her was so alien to him. It was true that they didn't see each other very often. She was mostly working in the hospital or running errands for Tsunade. He was ANBU and often came back with minor injuries that required no serious medical attention. But this time, he returned to the village sporting fresh wounds and two missing comrades. He had nearly collapsed at the gates and was quickly rushed to the hospital where Haruno Sakura waited for him.

He had been gone for nearly four months and was not welcomed back by the medic-nin in any way. She only directed the nurses carrying him to place him onto the hospital bed on which he now laid. It had hurt. Not the wounds but the way she deliberately ignored him. It seemed as if she had truly given up on him.

Yet in the back of his mind, Sasuke knew she still cared for him. The way her eyes lit up in alarm for a fraction of a second when she saw his injuries. The way her hands were gentle with him, making sure there was no added pain. The way most of her chakra went into healing his thigh when there were many other patients to treat. He knew, even if only a little, that she still cared.

And that was enough for him.