Gaara blinked, surfacing from his light doze at the sound of Tassadar's voice in his head. Lee was still beside him, he saw. He'd kept his promise to stay close.

Gaara turned his head to see Tassadar standing by the bedside. He was so tall that his head nearly touched the ceiling, and Gaara wondered if it was awkward for him to maneuver around indoors. "Yes, my wound's been treated." Dr. John Watson, he thought. That must have been the man who healed him, though Gaara hadn't had a chance to speak to him; at the time, it had been all he could do just to cling to consciousness. "I don't know how much longer I'll be in the hospital, but hopefully I should be able to resume training soon."