I Came Here On My Own Volution

Kakashi leaned his head against the wall. He could have sworn he heard someone on the other side.
He took a shallow breath, waiting for something to happen. Nothing. No sound, no movement, nothing. He was beginning to wonder about the other occupants of the hospital.
Were they even alive?
Somewhere he heart the steady ringing noise of a heart rate monitor flatlining. He heard nurses fluttering almost silently down the hallway towards the sickening noise.
Kakashi bowed his head and hoped to whatever God was listening that that night the village didn't lose another shinobi.
He sighed and leaned his head back against the wall, watching at the rain batter the glass as lightning played through the clouds.
It was not long before he fell into a deep sleep, as deep as a shinobi can.

His memories tricked him, weaving in and out of his dreams in a bittersweet dance. He saw Obito's face sliding in and out on Naruto's body, Rin and Sakura were chatting idly while he looked on. He felt a presence by his side and spotted Minato-sensei, his kind face smiling back.
It all seemed so surreal until the sunny skies in his dreams faded into black. Rin and obito faded away and he was left alone. On the distant horizon he could see a lone figure coming towards him. He found his feet rooted to the ground as an ominous from loomed up behind him. He felt restricted, bound, full of fear. Everything that he had tried so hard to forget came flooding back.

Kakashi woke up feeling sore and more exhausted than when he had fallen asleep. Maybe using his sharingan so many times against that blond Akatsuki had been a bad idea. He rolled over and glared at the clock. It was 3:00am. He sighed and turned away from the clock, discovering that he had been wrapped in a blanket. He sat up, examining the blanket closer. It wasn't any hospital blanket. It looked familiar, from the deepest recesses of his mind. He glanced at the floor leading away from the window. Mud and dead leaves had been tracked in. Kakashi chuckled inwardly. Naruto must have visited during the night, that's it...
He sighed and rolled over, and closed his eyes. His students were his family now, and family took care of each other, worried about one another...
Kakashi suddenly sat up.
Naruto and Sakura were on a mission with Sai and Yamato, and Sasuke...well...
Kakashi inspected the blanket closer. It looked familiar enough, but...
The memories it brought back, while just below the surface, were not negative. It was impossible at that point, for even the great Hatake Kakashi's tired mind to wrap itself around the source of these feelings. He rolled over, taking in the scent of the blanket as he fell asleep, dreaming nothing but good dreams about Obito and his old team.

Tobi sat on the branch outside of Kakashi's hosital room, watching as the other man slept. He mused quietly about how a simple possession from his own past would bring such comfort to someone else. He let out a heavy sigh, shaking the dampness from his black cloak. He had to leave before Madera came back and started barking silent orders...