Even though it wasn’t his job, Gaara occasionally stopped by the infirmary to check up on the medical supplies. With so much risk for injury and death, someone needed to make sure victims could get adequate medical care, until he figured out how many healers were present in the tower.

There was a sudden influx of patients, he noticed, and had just about turned to leave before he could be spotted. He still didn’t feel altogether like himself, and he wasn’t in the mood to socialize. But out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of someone familiar, and halted in his step.

“…Elian?”