I do not own Naruto
If I did Pakkun would be in love with Akamaru
She glanced nervously at the expansion of space in front of her before turning her head to look at the blonde haired doctor, eyebrows furrowed in worry.
"If you don't think you can do it Sakura, we can always try another day." Tsunade trailed off as Sakura shook her head and turned her gaze to the expansion of space again. It was six or seven feet with metal bars on either side. She was supposed to stand and walk that length, using the bars as support.
She had tried five times already. Each time, she had stood for three seconds in absolute agony before collapsing, breathless and sweaty, back onto the wheelchair behind her; feeling much like an utter failure. Tsunade and Kakashi, whom had accompanied her to the rehabilitation every time had explained to her that it was common; that she shouldn't expect to walk so soon, no matter how much she willed herself to.
They were being nice, she knew. But she saw the looks the nurses gave each other when she sat, sobbing from pain in the wheelchair. She heard the whispers- "Poor girl." "She's one of them." "It's a shame that it happened to someone so young."
There were certain people who woke out of coma's, changed people. Ones who would never walk again; never be normal again. But Sakura was full of spitfire; willing to go one more time. Just one more. Each time she fell back in the wheelchair; she would squash the feelings of disappointment. "Next time, Sakura, next time."
Said girl glanced up at the silver haired man as he stared down at her questioningly. "We can do this later on..."
But she ignored the suggestion much like she did with Tsunade and gripped the metal bars. Feeling blood rush through her veins and make her the tips of her fingers, tingle; she took a deep breath and pulled herself to her feet.
Pain crackled along her legs, eliciting a whimper from her. White spots blossomed across her vision effectively blinding her. Urging her legs to move, her calf twitched causing her to bite her lip in agony.
Gripping the bar so hard her knuckles turned white, she bent her knee and lifted it. She pushed it forward, gritting her teeth, tears streaming down her face.
Her foot touched the floor again. The pain was worse than before. Electricity traveled through every nerve ending in her body. Her vision blurred and turned white, knocking the breath out of her lungs. Her thoughts screamed incoherently; joyous she had moved- finally moved!- and screaming in agony.
The pink haired girl blinked, her vision returning. Looking around, she was momentarily surprised to find Kakashi and Tsunade standing over top of her. How did I get on the floor?
"K-Kakashi?" She questioned, aware of how dry her mouth was. He helped her sit up slowly. She was shaking, shivering hard against his arms. He lifted her and put her in the wheelchair but didn't move his arms from her body for which she was grateful.
"What happened," she asked, her teeth chattering.
"You took one step and collapse. You were out of it for a few minutes." Kakashi shifted a little and looked at her in her eyes.
"You're pushing yourself too hard Sakura." Tsunade frowned. "I know you said you'd walk by the end of a month, but you have to listen to your body. Right now, even if you're just standing for a few seconds, you're building muscles back in your legs and that's what's important."
She lowered herself down to Sakura's eye level and grabbed the girl's hands in her own. "Promise me you won't push yourself any further than your body will allow it to go."
Sakura hesitated, her eyes darting between Tsunade's and the bars again. She sighed and nodded her head, looking down at her hands as the blonde squeezed them comfortingly.
But she had walked. She had taken a step. Granted she had felt more pain in that moment than in any other moment she had felt in her life; but she had taken a step. Feeling a sense of pride well up inside of her as Tsunade wheeled her back to her room, she couldn't help but silently make a vow to take a step every time she went back, no matter how much pain she was in.
A whole new world was opening up to her. One that had been closed off since she had awaken from her coma. She understood why she was there, but she was beginning to feel restless being in the hospital surrounded by the same blank white walls. She understood, but it still didn't stop the stuffy feeling from being in the room.
And it didn't help that the others were always talking to her. Sure, she appreciated Naruto and the others company but she couldn't help but feel unnerved when he continually talked to her about the self she couldn't remember. It was like they were talking about a stranger.
Everything she knew about herself and everything they knew were two completely different persona's.
Still, it was better that they were there than not. She had a feeling she'd be going insane if she was left alone to her own devices. And it wasn't like they were there twenty-four/seven. They left to go to school, get food, take showers, and change clothes. Apparently the boarding school was only half a mile away; so that made commute between the hospital and school easy.
Still at least one person was with her at all times. She found herself liking Kakashi, Sasuke, and Shikamaru's company more than the others. They were quiet. Kakashi was perfectly happy to sit there and read one of his mysterious orange books. Sasuke and Shikamaru were both quiet and you could tell that when they had the time they seemed to go off into their own world.
Not that she didn't appreciate Hinata, Ino, or Naruto. But they talked too much. Well, Hinata didn't really, but she was almost always with Naruto, who did talk a lot.
She preferred the quietness. It gave her time to think. How did she get to be in a coma? Why was she in a gang? And why was she going to the most prestigious and expensive school in Japan?
She had asked the other that last question, wondering if she had gotten there on a scholarship; but glances were exchanged and the subject was quickly changed to something completely unrelated. So far she had gathered that anything that warranted a look or a subject change when she asked a question was somehow related to her coma and how she got to be in it.
All she had going for that answer was her being in a gang and the fact that she went to a prestigious school. Gang and prestigious school seemed at opposite ends of the broad spectrum and she wondered exactly how the two fit in with each other and how it all related back to her coma.
It wasn't helping that she was stuck in the hospital unable to go and find out the answers. Everybody was tight-lipped around her. Especially Hinata after the others had found out she had mentioned the Akatsuki to her. They had pulled her out of the room and when she returned she had looked upset and chastised.
Sakura had felt a little guilty about getting her in trouble, but only a little. Because at least the rosette wasn't hiding vital information from the Hyuuga.
So Sakura vowed to start walking as soon as possible. The sooner she walked, the sooner she could get out of the hospital, the quicker she could find answers. She sat a little straighter in the wheelchair, a new-found determination working its way into body, making it buzz with excitement.
But the next time she went back to physically therapy she could not stand, let alone walk.
"Good news Sakura," Tsunade said pushing open the door to her hospital room. Naruto paused talking to as the others turned to the doctor. Said girl in question looked up from scowling at her bed, glancing curiously at the older woman before her.
"Aside from physical therapy, which will continue once a day on weekdays, and twice a day on weekends, you're fit to return to school. You'll be bound to a wheelchair for a while, but I see no reason you can't go home," Tsunade beamed at the girl, who in turn, stared dumbfounded at her, unable to fully comprehend what she had just said.
Naruto had enough enthusiasm for the both of them. He stood up fast, knocking his chair to the ground, and thrusting his fists into the air. "DATTEBAYO!"
He rounded at Sakura who was still looking at Tsunade as if she couldn't comprehend it, didn't dare hope to believe.
"Sakura-chan you get to come back! You get to come back! You'll be in class with us again and come to parties and-," He was cut off as Kakashi put a hand around his mouth and pulled him backwards. "Maa, let her process this Naruto-kun."
The blonde nodded his head vigorously and turned to look at Sakura who still hadn't moved since Tsunade told her the news. It took her thirty more seconds, before her eyebrows furrowed, her gaze dropped, and her shoulders slumped.
"Oh." Sakura's voice was quiet and for some reason filled with a disappointment that confused the rest of the occupants in the room.
"Are you not happy with this, Sakura," Tsuande asked, sitting on the edge of her bed and pushed her pink hair out of her face. When Sakura didn't answer, the older woman frowned and placed her fingers under her chin and lifted her face.
Sakura avoided her gaze all the same, but she knew her well enough to know that, that was pain swirling around in her green eyes.
Sakura cleared her throat and forced a weak smile, "It's nothing. I was just hoping that I would be able to walk before getting out."
Tsunade let out a shaky relieved breath she hadn't known she had been holding and offered up her own weak smile in return, "I know it's hard; but you're honestly doing much better than most people in your situation would be right now. You've only been awake for several weeks and in a coma a year before that. Not to mention that you suffered extensive damage before that. It will take time to heal. Trust me."
Sakura held her gaze for several more seconds, before sighing deeply and nodding her head.
"It's true though, you are looking much better than before," Ino said, coming up on the other side of the bed.
It was true. Sakura's form was filling out nicely. She no longer had the thin frail look, but a nice roundness was emerging from beneath her skin making her bones look less pronounced. She was getting her shapely body back and would soon be as attractive as before her coma.
She offered another weak smile, but looked back down at her hands in her laps, eyes still furrowed.
"Something still borrowing you," Shikamaru asked.
"Yes- no. I mean, I'm sure they're busy, but you'd think they would have come hearing about me awakening," she trailed off, biting her lip. Ino rose a confused eyebrow. Was she talking about the Akatsuki? Shooting Hinata an irritated look at that, which caused the girl to shrink, she looked around, realizing the others were asking themselves the same question.
Only Kakashi seemed smart enough to ask her. Clearing his throat he turned to her. "Who, Sakura?"
She seemed to deflate slightly. "My parents. They hadn't once come to see me."
Everybody stopped breathing. For a moment you could have heard a pin drop on a velvet rug.
Sakura looked up at the silence, to see everybody starring at her with horror.
"What?" She asked, breaking the silence. She felt something drop into her stomach as they all turned to look at each other. There seemed to be an argument with their minds that Sakura wasn't a part of.
"Sakura...," Kakashi turned to her slowly, as if unable to word this correctly. Her heart began to ache fiercely and a growing doubt began to push at the edge of her mind. What was it? What was she trying to deny?
Clearing his throat, he began again. "Sakura, you're parents are dead."
She sat, transfixed, staring at him, unable to understand. Slowly, white hot tears began to fall down her face.
"Wh-what? How? When? What happened," she asked, unable to stop the sobs that were racking her body.
"Right after you turned fifteen," Kakashi said softly and sat on her bed, gathering her up into a hug.
"What happened," She asked. The others exchanged glances and out of the corner of her eyes she saw. Slowly, the implication dawned on her and she sat up, wiping the tears away with the back of her hand.
Her parents death had something to do with her coma.
Sorry this is so late. I've been out of state for the past month and then I had writers block there for a while.