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Temari's eyes watched the hands of the clock on the wall. The thin red hand spun around teh fastest, but to her, it was not fast enough. She wanted everything to move on, just fly on by. She wanted to be able to forget today and be with him tomorrow.

Him.

He was the reason why she was in the waiting room crying her eyes out. Her black makeup was rolling down her cheeks. A large lump of tissues was in the pocket of his gray sweatshirt.

"Are you cold?" He had asked her while they were walking to the car. It was prom night, the best night she ever had.

"A little," she replied while clutching onto his arm. He was wearing a velvetty white tuxedo and a red tie. He didn't want to wear it, but Temari kept nagging him to wear it. He did it for her.

It was all for her.

She was the other reason. If Temari didn't go to prom with him, he wouldn't have ended up in the hospital. He wouldn't have driven home and gotten into this terrible car crash. A drunk driver is why she was here, too.

Too many reasons.

It had been a terrific night, hanging around with her friends and dancing with him. He had gotten her punch before the freshman boys had soiled it. He had wrapped his arm around her waist and he held her tight. They forgot the world around them existed, and entered their own dimension for those very few minutes. They kissed, and he volunteered to drive Temari home. She obviously accepted this, and now Temari regretted the choice.

She remembered the sounds. She saw the large SUV coming straight toward them. "Look out!" He had shouted, and she had braced herself for the impact. The flashing lights were blinding, messing around with her eyesight.

The crash wasn't too bad at first. The car was still upright, but Temari noticed it beginning to slide down a hill.

He grabbed her hand, and looked her into the eyes. His face was bruised and cut from shattered glass pelting his face. The car started tumbling down the rocky hill, the vehicle being torn apart each jump. A piece of glass stabbed into her right arm as she clutched his with her left. Rocks flew up, smashing through the window and against the roof of the car. They rammed into a tree, and it finally stopped.

"Sh-...Shikamaru?!" She yelled, trying to turn her head. He was worse them before. His originally white tuxedo was stained with his own blood. He began to have a coughing fit, soon spitting blood out onto Temari's face. She couldn't take it. She screamed, hoping someone would hear her.

About fifteen minutes later, her two friends Karin and Kiba arrived to the scene. They were able to call 911, and Temari was now here in the waiting room of the Konoha General Hospital.

She took in a deep breath, eyes going from the clock to the door. She could see the sillhouette of the nurse, who came bursting through the door.

"Temari..." She began, her voice spraying negative energy everywhere. Temari began to cry harder, covering her hands with her face. The black makeup smeared onto her palms and fingertips. "No," she whispered.

The nurse shook her head. "Temari, Shikamaru is in bad condition.... But he will live."

Description
Temari's eyes watched the hands of the clock on the wall. The thin red hand spun around teh fastest, but to her, it was not fast enough. She wanted everything to move on, just fly on by. She wanted to be able to forget today and be with him tomorrow.

Him.

He was the reason why she was in the waiting room crying her eyes out. Her black makeup was rolling down her cheeks. A large lump of tissues was in the pocket of his gray sweatshirt.

"Are you cold?" He had asked her while they were walking to the car. It was prom night, the best night she ever had.

"A little," she replied while clutching onto his arm. He was wearing a velvetty white tuxedo and a red tie. He didn't want to wear it, but Temari kept nagging him to wear it. He did it for her.

It was all for her.

She was the other reason. If Temari didn't go to prom with him, he wouldn't have ended up in the hospital. He wouldn't have driven home and gotten into this terrible car crash. A drunk driver is why she was here, too.

Too many reasons.

It had been a terrific night, hanging around with her friends and dancing with him. He had gotten her punch before the freshman boys had soiled it. He had wrapped his arm around her waist and he held her tight. They forgot the world around them existed, and entered their own dimension for those very few minutes. They kissed, and he volunteered to drive Temari home. She obviously accepted this, and now Temari regretted the choice.

She remembered the sounds. She saw the large SUV coming straight toward them. "Look out!" He had shouted, and she had braced herself for the impact. The flashing lights were blinding, messing around with her eyesight.

The crash wasn't too bad at first. The car was still upright, but Temari noticed it beginning to slide down a hill.

He grabbed her hand, and looked her into the eyes. His face was bruised and cut from shattered glass pelting his face. The car started tumbling down the rocky hill, the vehicle being torn apart each jump. A piece of glass stabbed into her right arm as she clutched his with her left. Rocks flew up, smashing through the window and against the roof of the car. They rammed into a tree, and it finally stopped.

"Sh-...Shikamaru?!" She yelled, trying to turn her head. He was worse them before. His originally white tuxedo was stained with his own blood. He began to have a coughing fit, soon spitting blood out onto Temari's face. She couldn't take it. She screamed, hoping someone would hear her.

About fifteen minutes later, her two friends Karin and Kiba arrived to the scene. They were able to call 911, and Temari was now here in the waiting room of the Konoha General Hospital.

She took in a deep breath, eyes going from the clock to the door. She could see the sillhouette of the nurse, who came bursting through the door.

"Temari..." She began, her voice spraying negative energy everywhere. Temari began to cry harder, covering her hands with her face. The black makeup smeared onto her palms and fingertips. "No," she whispered.

The nurse shook her head. "Temari, Shikamaru is in bad condition.... But he will live."