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Neji opened his eyes to sterile white
and bit back a groan at the pungent smell of chemicals as he sat up.
He turned to the side, hoping for something to break the monotony of
the room.
Unlike all of his previous stays at the
hospital, his bedside table was empty.
“Looking for something?” Tenten
asked. Seated on the visitor's chair, with bandages peeking out from
her collar, she stared at him with knowing eyes.
Neji didn't reply. There was no point
in trying to deny anything.
Tenten was always too sharp when it
came to him. “It's not like you even thanked him for all the
bouquets over the years,” Tenten said with a pointed look. “I
certainly wouldn't bother sending you anything more no matter how
injured you got.”
Neji turned his head back to the
ceiling, so that he wouldn't have to see the empty bedside table or
his unhelpful team-mate.
“You should be more honest, Neji,”
Tenten said with a chiding tone. “Especially since he's more of a
catch than you.”
Neji narrowed his eyes at her.
The door opened, breaking their staring
contest.
Harii stood at the entrance, wide and
concerned eyes darting around and calming only when they landed on
Neji.
Shooting Neji a pointed look, Tenten
stood, “It's about time I got back.”