Kakashi slid off his bed and crossed to Ginta's, bracing his knee against the mattress as he bent down to try and get a look at the smaller man's face. Ginta's hair was all over the place, wheat-coloured strands obscuring his hands. Kakashi raked it back without a thought, steadying Ginta's head. He still didn't feel hot...

"Need me to get a nurse?" Kakashi asked.

"Oh, hell no." Ginta's hands dropped. Kakashi didn't even get a chance to blink before one slim-muscled arm wrapped around his shoulder, yanking him off balance. He grabbed the bed, trying not to crash into Ginta, and felt another arm go around his opposite shoulder. "Just sit, before you need one, too."

It was a hug. Kakashi felt his spine go rigid, fingers clenching on the mattress, even as something internal warmed and wavered and keened with need. He crushed it ruthlessly back down. He was just feeling lonely, and guilty, and--

Abandoned.

For god's sake, he was a ninja. Awkwardly, he patted Ginta's back and refused to grab any part of him. "I'm fine," he said roughly. "Really. Um. Thanks. You can let go."