"Maybe I'm injured too, like everyone else. I always hurt here" Gaara explained, lifting his right hand up to his chest where his heart was and holding, "I'm not bleeding, but my chest really hurts here"
Yashamaru stared at him with upsetting eyes. He couldn't help but feel ashamed and happy at the same time. Then after a moment, Yashamaru walked over to Gaara and bent down on one knee, taking the knife from Gaara's hands. He sliced a small wound on his finger and let it bleed. Gaara stared at it, panicking.

"Flesh wounds bleed, and they may seem painful...but as time goes by, the pain eventually disappears. And if you use medicine, the wounds heal even faster. But the tricky wounds are the ones in your heart. Those are difficult to heal"

"A wound of the heart?" Gaara asked.

"A wound of the heart is different from a flesh wound. Unlike a flesh wound, there are no ointments to heal it, and their are times when they never heal" Yashamaru explained. They stood there a few minutes, without talking or moving. Then Gaara raised his hand to his chest again, holding his hand there.

"But there is one thing that can heal a wound of the heart" Yashamaru mentioned. Gaara's eye's widen. "It's a troublesome medicine and you can only receive it from another person"

"What? How can I heal this?" Gaara begged.

Yashamaru stared at the photo of his sister, who was Gaara's mom, "The thing that can heal a wound of heart is...love"