Falling for my Sensei ?? Kakashi Hatake x OC

Fuck, that hurts.

I open my eyes blinking past the bright lights of the hospital room above me.

"Ow." I squeak out.

I hear quick shuffling and see Kakashi standing next to the bed looking at me with worry written all over his face.

"You're hurting her." He says, clearly irritated.

"I know but I already gave her something for the pain. I can't give her anymore." I hear Sakura's voice try to explain to him.

"Hey Ari."

My eyes flicker over towards Sakura as I discover where the pain is coming from.

She's rebandaging a huge wound on my arm with swollen red and purple stitches.

"This is all going to be pretty uncomfortable. But I just need you to breathe through it. Okay?"

But it fucking hurts to breathe too.

I nod my head once before turning back to Kakashi.

"Hi baby. How are you doing?"

He kneels down and reaches up, caressing my cheek.

I try to give him the very best smile I can manage to calm his nerves, but I know my efforts are pathetic.

"Kinda hurts to breathe." I say softly.

"You have two fractured ribs." Sakura states, looking up from my arm.

I think back to Hidan's boot colliding with my ribs. I vividly remember the cracking sound of my bones.

"Not to mention the wound to your abdomen is going to make doing anything pretty painful for a while." She explains.

I groan quietly.

"What can I do for you baby?" Kakashi asks me softly.

"Beat my ass so I never do something like this again."

Sakura and Kakashi both chuckle.

I try to laugh but end up wincing at the sharp pain in my midsection.

"Oh fuck." I whine. "This sucks."

I try to laugh instead of crying out like I actually want to.

"Distract her. I have to wrap it tightly now." Sakura says to Kakashi.

Kakashi leans in towards me.

"There's chocolate pudding in the cafeteria. Do you want some of that?"

His eyes go back and forth between myself and Sakura as I grit my teeth at the pressure on my arm.

"Can she have chocolate pudding?" He asks her.

She nods her head and smiles at me.

"Fuck the pudding. I need a drink." I choke out.

It meant to come out as a joke but even I can hear the desperation in my voice.

"How long will I be in the hospital for?" I ask, screwing my eyes shut tightly.

"Depends on a few things. Hopefully, if you actually rest I can have you out of here in three to four weeks. Then all you'll have to do is physical therapy."

Three weeks isn't awful.

She finishes wrapping up my arm and smiles at me.

"Can I sit up?"

She nods and leans over to grab the remote that works the bed.

She slowly raises me up until I'm on a slight incline.