You gazed up at the pitch-black sky, your breath catching in your throat.

Having been stabbed and left to bleed in the snow, you now found yourself being hurriedly carried back to the village by a group of frantic figures. Their voices sounded distant and muffled, and your vision swam in and out of focus. All you could think about was the sweet embrace of sleep.

Once more, you slipped into unconsciousness, only to awaken later with Kakashi seated beside your bed, engrossed in a book.