You’ll wake up.

Those three words play on repeat in his head as he sits next to you, staring at your sleeping form. The hospital room is blindingly white, the only noise he hears is a heart monitor and the ringing in his ears.

You had caught him off guard, tried to tackle him—and he reacted on instinct. And almost killed you.

Neji was always on guard to protect himself, to keep himself from getting hurt. But he hurt you.