From the hospital window entered a light, warm breeze, gently swaying his silver hair as he sat on the bed, back against the wall, Icha Icha book in hand.

Being fixed up against the wall wasn't really comfortable, but he'd rather this than lay down again. Not to mention, this position seemed very pleasing for the other occupant of the hospital bed.

Kakashi smiled faintly as he closed the book back up, marking the page he had gotten to to let his eyes land on your head, comfortably nestled on his lap, sound asleep.

He chuckled softly. To think you would react like this for simple soreness. Sure, the Shsringan wasn't really easy to use, and Deidara hadn't made the fight quick, but he was pretty much healed by now, so your complete refusal to leave his side could not spare him an amused twitch of his lips.

He ran weak fingers through your hair, moving his hand just enough to enjoy your presence without straining himself more.

In the warm light of the afternoon sun, you looked ethereal. Not that he didn't know. How could he not after being by your side for so long? You had stayed in the ANBU after he left, but that didn't mean he couldn't keep you close. So he did keep you close.

An unfortunate ray of light lowered just the right amount, from casting that divine glow to your face it became an annoying alarm clock, making you scrunch up and wake.