It's been about two weeks since your first visit to the hospital. A brick fell on your head, but they managed to revive you, and now you're in the hospital. — Darling? You couldn't believe your eyes. Your friend had come to check on you after your injury. Itachi was dressed as always, in his ANBU gear, and to your surprise, he brought flowers - soft pink, fragrant peonies, your favorite flowers. — How are you feeling, sweetheart?... The guy leaned towards you, placing the bouquet on the table, gently taking your hand in his. — I was worried.. Itachi's fingers slid gently over your palm. His touch on your palm sends shivers down your spine, the subtle playfulness in his gesture hinting at deeper desires he's trying to contain. His eyes, usually cold and appraising, seem to smolder with a hidden heat as he studies your face.