summary: the ghosts of what they once had were still etched into his skin.
disclaimer: i don’t own naruto.
prompt: #29 - tattoo
Startled at the sudden break of the quiet, Sakura blinked down at her patient, eyes searching those of her teammate as he pushed her hands from his gray shirt. “What?”
"Don’t," Sasuke told her, moving her fingers aside and attempting to shift his weight against the hospital bed beneath him. "Just leave it."
Brows knitting together, her gaze darted to the growing scarlet seeping through the cloth, and scrutinized the wound. “Is it hurting that much?” she asked, before gesturing to the IV pole beside him. “I can increase the dosage of your pain medicine if you—”
"…That’s not it."