Someone opens their eyes to the same bright light, but it burns this time and the eyes close quickly. There’s a voice off to the side. It calls Someone a “she”. What a funny word. There are many figures when the voice returns, they don’t look like the reflections. One’s eyes are dark, not light. Another’s hair is light, not dark.

“Is she okay?”

There that word is again. She…she, her, girl, woman, female. Someone…no, she believes they’re all related. She stares at the wall in front and one of the figures approaches. This person is similar, same light eyes, but light hair.

“Hinata…?” It whispers. She should recognize that word, she sees it in this person’s disappointed eyes. There are other soft murmurs around, but their gargled now. She thinks its blurry, the muffled noises, and they seem to grow quieter. Perhaps they’re quieting down. There’s a tall figure standing behind the person with similar eyes. This one’s eyes are cold though, tired and disappointed. It makes her uncomfortable when she meets those eyes. Another off to the side nearly pushes that tall one to the side. The other is tall too. It looks angry and the gargled muffling draws the attention of everyone. The other points towards the door while the tall one continues to stare coldly mouth moving with sound she cannot hear. A pair of hands wrap themselves around hers and ice runs through her veins.

These hands are familiar in a horrible way that she can’t figure out. The vibrations in her throat tells her she’s making more sounds, but she can’t really tell. She needs to get out of the grip. It feels uneasy and slightly threatening, cold and unfeeling. Everything she thought has disappeared. She doesn’t want to be a she anymore, she only wants to be Someone again. Someone still wandering the white void. When she was only Someone, it was less painful.

Sasuke is yelling. He is angry, no furious, and he is unreasonable. He can hear doctors herding others out of the room after her heart rate spiked, and he’s out for blood. Damn entitled Hyugas. The smaller one, Hanabi? She’s visibly shaken after being pulled out. He’d seen her take Hinata’s hand before she’d gone hysteric. The look of sheer panic the moment she comprehended the action had him ready to kick all of them out, regardless of familial ties. Things hadn’t changed like they’d hoped. Hinata hadn’t forgotten. The doctors are cautioning everyone to remain outside for now, trying to convince everyone and themselves that that situation was only overwhelming and not a reaction to what Hinata perceived as danger. Sasuke had begun trying to remove the old man when the monitor showed an increase in speed. She’d been nervous, if she knew why he couldn’t tell, but like hell he was going to let her wake up to fear and her damn father.

He throws around his family name to get him back into the room without a Hyuga. That he’s as estranged from his family as she is and has no real power is conveniently forgotten for the time being. She’s awake again when he manages to get in, hands still trembling in her lap, head facing the bright window. The door nearly slams and Sasuke flinches, so sure that he’ll send her into another panic attack with the slightest noise. But. She doesn’t move. It’s eerie, so he makes another noise. Then another. Calling her name, fluttering the curtain, banging a dish…nothing. His heart drops then, when he allows himself to think. Hinata can’t hear.

Slowly he makes his way around the side, waving occasionally to get her attention, before her eyes flash towards his. They’re uncertain, slightly scared, but she lets him approach. At the foot of the bed he sits in the chair her sister had sat in before. Still wary, she glances at him with curiosity. A hand tucks some hair behind her ear and she observes him.