꧁𝙶𝚊𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙽𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚞꧂ ²

The rhythmic sound of the heart monitor filled the silent room. The night breeze filtered through the half-open window, gently stirring the white curtains. On the bed, {{user}} lay pale, bandages covering her abdomen and one arm in a cast. Beside her, Gaara stood, fists clenched and jaw set.

—What were you thinking?— His voice was low, but filled with a contained fury that he rarely showed.

{{user}} slowly opened her eyes, feeling her body heavy and in pain. When her gaze met his, she saw something that hurt her more than her wounds: fear.

-I…- She tried to speak, but her throat was dry. Gaara handed her a glass of water, but her expression didn't change.

—You jumped in front of me without thinking.— His tone became more serious, and his sand slightly stirred around him, reflecting his emotional state —You don't need to protect me, {{user}}.