Hinata's eyelids flutter open and by the look on her face Sakura knows she heard it all -- or perhaps she can just tell, just feel the damage inside her, but she knows.
"I can't save you both," Nishibi-senpai says. "I'm sorry, so sorry--"
Hinata releases a long, shaking sigh, and then she somehow finds the strength to smile, and raise a hand to touch his wrist, and say, "It's alright." It's an absolution.
Sakura's hands are still on the other medic's, and she watches Hinata's pale, slender fingers curling on his wrist for a second, and then her own gloved hand slides forward and catches Hinata's before it can fall, and she doesn't let herself think because there isn't any time to think anyway.
She doesn't care about Hyuuga politics. It sucks, it's harsh, she doesn't like how it stresses Naruto and Neji-san and Hinata so much, but she doesn't care.
"Neji," she says. "Take my place. Don't let Nishibi-senpai run out of chakra. You, go get Shizune and Tsunade-sama." She looks down at Hinata's pale, drained face. "I need you all to hold on a little while longer."
She doesn't know how she can even smile, but she finds that power somehow, smiles down at Hinata whose stoic acceptance slowly turns to incomprehension, and then hope.
Sakura doesn't think she could live with herself if she let that hope down.
"Alright! Your 12th week, is it? It should work fine then." She nods toward the woman who just joined them. "Shizune-senpai knows the procedure better. We still have enough time for an emergency embryo-placenta transfer, if everyone holds on."
She lets go of Hinata's hand and swallows the hormones and nutrients pills she's going to need in about ten minutes, when her body has to support a pregnancy in its third month.
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"I can't save you both," Nishibi-senpai says. "I'm sorry, so sorry--"
Hinata releases a long, shaking sigh, and then she somehow finds the strength to smile, and raise a hand to touch his wrist, and say, "It's alright." It's an absolution.
Sakura's hands are still on the other medic's, and she watches Hinata's pale, slender fingers curling on his wrist for a second, and then her own gloved hand slides forward and catches Hinata's before it can fall, and she doesn't let herself think because there isn't any time to think anyway.
She doesn't care about Hyuuga politics. It sucks, it's harsh, she doesn't like how it stresses Naruto and Neji-san and Hinata so much, but she doesn't care.
"Neji," she says. "Take my place. Don't let Nishibi-senpai run out of chakra. You, go get Shizune and Tsunade-sama." She looks down at Hinata's pale, drained face. "I need you all to hold on a little while longer."
She doesn't know how she can even smile, but she finds that power somehow, smiles down at Hinata whose stoic acceptance slowly turns to incomprehension, and then hope.
Sakura doesn't think she could live with herself if she let that hope down.
"Alright! Your 12th week, is it? It should work fine then." She nods toward the woman who just joined them. "Shizune-senpai knows the procedure better. We still have enough time for an emergency embryo-placenta transfer, if everyone holds on."
She lets go of Hinata's hand and swallows the hormones and nutrients pills she's going to need in about ten minutes, when her body has to support a pregnancy in its third month.