This was meant to be a different story entirely, but hey, I'll go with the flow.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, but here I go again.
It happened on a wednesday.
Sakura hardly remembered what month it was, or even what year, but she remembered that it was a wednesday because wednesdays she ate in the hospital's cafeteria with her interns.
It was a wednesday when they wheeled his body in, the entire hospital rising into chaos, which she thought was oddly appropriate because though he'd left her on a tuesday the village only found out the next morning.
But he wasn't dead, on wednesday.
No.
He was dead on thursday.
There's gonna be 8 chapters, if this story makes any sense. R&R!