The creaking springs of Naruto’s hospital bed awoke her, along with the agitated sounds of rustling fabric. Her jade green eyes flashed open and she laid eyes upon the demon container’s writhing, pained figure. Instantly, her heart leapt to her throat and she laid a hand upon his exposed arm in an attempt to calm him down. She snatched her hand back almost immediately, the intense heat scalding her.
“Naruto, what’s wrong?” she asked him.
Naruto’s breaths were coming in short gasps and he managed shakily, “I...I feel like I’m-I’m burning.”
She laid her petite hand against his sweaty forehead and when she made to move it away, his calloused fingers kept it in place. His cerulean blue eyes were fogged over but at the same time as intense as sunlight on a clear summer day and held hers.
“No, k-keep your hand there…it’s cold,” he explained.
She said something in an attempt to comfort him but she couldn't remember what anymore. She had known that her voice shook slightly with worry as she spoke and her smile faltered but neither of them let on that they had noticed. He reluctantly let go of her hand and she sat on the side of his bed, pressing her fingertips against his burning temple. His eyes shut. She began to send a steady wave of cool, healing chakra throughout his body in an attempt to regulate his body temperature.
He gasped and his hand reached out blindly for something, anything, to soothe the fire that seethed inside of him. Her hand seemed to move of its own accord and gripped his much larger hand in her own, pressing it against her cool cheek. She found her vision blurring and felt blind unreasonable fear race through her.
What if he died? He couldn’t die, she had just lost Sasuke and she couldn’t bear to lose another team mate; especially him. He couldn’t, wouldn’t, die but he was scaring her so much and what would happen if she couldn’t help?
His erratic movements came to a slow but his breathing was still laboured. She wasn’t sure if he was improving or not but she was almost terrified to ask him. Her medic instincts had thrown themselves out of the window and onto the pavement some several stories down in her fight to save him.
“Silk,” his low voice startled her.
“What?” she asked incredulously. Maybe his fever made him delirious.
“Your chakra…it feels like silk,” he explained.
His ocean blue eyes opened with all the endlessness of an underwater crevasse. She let her hand drop from his back onto his temple and began to channel even more chakra throughout his entire body. His hand slipped slightly to her long, graceful neck and he watched her through captivating sapphire orbs.
The seconds ticked away as she sat at his bedside but they felt like hours to her. Her chakra was all but drained out of her from a long day’s hard work but Naruto’s eyes remained open, staring at her with the unfailing trust of a child or a comrade in arms. She pulled out a thermometer from within the folds of her medic uniform and began to check his temperature. It emitted a small beep after a little while and she took it out, her eyes widening in shock.
The thermometer read 50 degrees Celsius. He should have been dead.
She smashed her hand against the assistance button at his side, cursing herself for her stupidity. She spoke into the intercom urgently, “Have Tsunade-sama come to room 412 to assist Uzumaki Naruto. Immediately.”
Five long, difficult minutes later, the sound of high heels clacking against chipping linoleum reached her ears. Tsunade burst through the doors and all but threw Sakura away from Naruto, settling into the same position the pink haired med-nin had been in moments ago. As she tried to soothe Naruto’s high fever, she demanded details on Naruto’s condition.
“He’s been like this for ten minutes. I tried to regulate his body temperature and at the moment his temperature is fifty degrees Celsius,” She informed her former shishou and Tsunade’s hazel eyes darted to Sakura’s for a split second.
“Fifty degrees Celsius?” Tsunade repeated, waiting for Sakura’s confirmation. Sakura nodded wordlessly and the blonde haired woman’s jaw clenched.
Tsunade began, “Sakura, I want you to go find Jiraiya and Yamato.”
Sakura opened her mouth to protest and the Godaime interrupted her before she could manage anything, “Don’t ask why, just do it.”