Thank you guys, for reviewing Five stages, this is my second contribution, which is another five part oneshot, in which every part is a prompt, hope you like it

Sakura Haruno pushed through the corridors of Konoha Hospital, hands stuffed into the pockets of her light pink scrubs, she huffed an angry breath of air and swapped her card through the security system.

Shizune, a colleague of hers, as well as her superior, gave her attire one look and her lips upturned into a mocking smirk. "No wonder you have that frown on your face, stuck on maternity?"

"Huh." Sakura scoffed. "I wish, I am on pediatrics, for the next three weeks. What I am supposed to be doing all day? Handing out lollipops?"

Shizune laughed her off. "You're only a first year resident, Sakura. Give it time, you'll get your moments." With that, the pathology attendant patted her on the shoulder. "Off you go."

Sakura gave her a mocking two fingered salute and went on her way. The pediatrics ward was just as she expected it to be. Loud, chaotic, and migraine inducing.

She resisted the urge to moan and headed off to find the resident that she was assigned to. They went through a batch of routine maladies and procedures, laryngitis, stomach flu, a booster shot, stomach flu again, a particularly nasty ear infection, stomach flu once more, in fact, stomach flu seemed to be stealing the show, a few more vaccination shots.

Sakura was ready to balk. Her supervising resident motioned for her to follow into another exam room.

"What do we have here?" The blonde asked. "Haruno, the chart."

Sakura rolled her eyes heavenward and reached for the chart hanging at the foot of the bed. The patient was a small slip of a girl, she had a round rosy face, dark shiny hair, and chubby limbs. She smiled at Sakura, showing off her missing front teeth. Sakura could not help but smile back.

" Uchiha Nana, Female, aged six, no history of infections or contagious diseases," She began to read out loud, her mood rotten once more, "No allergies, in need of flu-"

The drape that separated the exam room from the rest of the ward was suddenly pulled back, and the most beautiful male species Sakura ever had the fortune to see stood before them.

He was…stunning. He was young, younger than her twenty three years of age, he had a peculiar style of dress, form fitting dark grey jeans, a white V neck, and a dark leather jacket clung to his built upper body, and two leather fingerless gloves covered his hands. His hair, oddly shaped and styled, looked so soft she wanted to reach over and touch it.

"The nurse said that they didn't serve chocolate smoothies in the cafeteria." He informed the small cherub that was peering up at him with adoration in her eyes. "I'll buy you one when we leave here."

"Shot." Sakura finished. "In need of flu shot." Sakura was kind of relieved to see that the second year resident that was set to supervise her was much in the same stupor as she.

"Right." She said. "You know the procedure. And who would you be, sir?"

He opened his mouth to reply but the girl but him to it. "Uncle Sasuke." She replied happily. "Best uncle in the world." She qualified.

Sakura smiled, so he wasn't her dad, of course he wasn't, he barely looked a day over twenty, still, with the amount of teenage pregnancies going around, she wouldn't have balked if he was in fact her father.

She quickly administered the required procedure. Nana was a brave one, she did tear up a bit when Sakura was giving her the injection, but other than that, she did not whine or run off like a little boy that she had to take care of just twenty minutes ago.

Sakura turned to the uncle. "As side effects to the vaccination, she may have a mild headache, if that happens, a mild doze of Ibuprofen should do the trick, Ibuprofen can be bought over the counter, make sure to supply the pharmacist with the age so he could administer the proper doze, have a good day."

Her supervisor feeling satisfied that she had control of the situation moved ahead out of the exam room. "Nana," Sakura called, avoiding eye contact with the uncle, "Since you are so brave, I have to give you a treat." The cherub's dark brown eyes lit up. "Since I don't have any lollipops with me, what do you say I get you that chocolate milkshake?"

Nana's grin broadened. "Really, miss?"

Sakura smiled. "There's a great bistro just around the block, my break's in..." She glanced at her wrist watch. "10 minutes, want to go?"

"Yes." Nana exclaimed, then turned to her gorgeous uncle. "Can we go, please, please, can we go?"

The brunet's lips turned in annoyance, he fixated Sakura with his aggravation, Sakura stared at the yellow drapes innocently, as if they suddenly became interesting.

"Fine." He replied. "We'll wait."

Sakura half expected them to be gone already when she exited the hospital, finally on her break, she was mildly surprised to see Nana hoisted up on her uncle's back in a piggy back ride, waving at her cheerfully, and hanging on to her uncle's neck for dear life.

Sakura waved back. "The bistro's just this way, she gestured across the street. They have the best chocolate milkshakes, with sprinkles, whipped cream and a cherry on top."

Sakura giggled as Nana neared salivation all over her uncle's back and shoulder. "Let's go, uncle Sasuke."

The gorgeous young man started walking and Sakura could not help but giggle at his expense. Much to their fortune, the bistro was not crowded, they placed their orders, a chocolate milkshake for Nana, cappuccino and crepe for Sakura, Sasuke chose a cup of black coffee, no sugar, no cream, Sakura had to scrunch her nose at that.

"I am Sakura." She extended a hand, and giggled, "A little backwards, I know."

He shook her hand. "That would be Dr…"

"Haruno." She supplied, a little miffed that she had extended the courtesy of giving him her first name and he was asking for her family name, "Dr. Sakura Haruno, Well, I'd say that it's a bit of a stretch to call myself a doctor, I mean I passed the exam and all, but I'm only a first year resident, hence the supervision." He nodded, Nana happily slurped her sweet treat, some chocolate got on her chin, Sasuke grabbed a napkin and started to wipe it for her. "I spotted Nana's full name on the chart, but I don't know if you're her uncle from maternal or paternal side, so…"

"Uchiha, Sasuke Uchiha. You can call me, Sasuke."

She nodded. "Sasuke it is then, oh, and please call me Sakura." She smiled. "That's a very cute cherub of a niece you got there."

He scoffed. "Don't let appearances fool you, face of an angel, mind of a devil." Nana took exception to that, she pinched his arm, he rubbed at that spot and gave her a chastising look.

"What kind of doctor are you?" It was Nana that asked that question. "A kid doctor?"

Sakura chewed on her crêpe thoroughly before she answered. "Right now, I am kind of a jack of all trades." When the six year old glanced at her with confusion, Sasuke jumped in to explain, "It means that now she's being taught all sorts of things, and later, she can choose what kind of doctor she wants to be."

Nana smiled, happy that she now understood. "And what kind of doctor do you want to be?"

"A cardio-vascular surgeon." Sakura replied before she could think about it then she qualified, "I mean a heart doctor. Hopefully, I'll fix people's hearts."

Nana tilted her head to the side thoughtfully. "Then," She looked between her uncle and Sakura, "Maybe, you could fix uncle Sasuke's heart."

Sasuke stiffened, and Sakura blinked slowly. "Nana, drink your milkshake, and be quick about it." The girl persisted. "I heard daddy tell mommy that your heart is broken, maybe the nice doctor can fix it."

"Nana." Sasuke snapped. "Hurry up, we have to go."

The girl bowed her head and continued to sip her chocolate, her cheeks red and her spirit defeated, Sakura suddenly wanted to thrash the young man, the girl was just being helpful and he went and broke her down. She opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind, when she spotted something peek from underneath his glove, something was wrapped around his left wrist, something white, her eyes widened as she recognized the gauzy material of bandages, she glanced at his right hand, there was bandage there too. He caught her staring at his hands and pulled the sleeves of his jacket down.

"Are you done, Nana?" He asked when he saw that her tall glass was now empty. The six year old nodded slowly. "Come on, if you hurry now, I'll slip you a popsicle after dinner."

The six year old brightened and all but hopped out of her seat, the Uchiha fished in his pockets for his wallet and produced several bills, he placed them on the counter and nodded to her. "It was nice meeting you, Sakura." He nodded again and turned to leave.

"Hey," She called out, "It was supposed to be my treat."

He was already at the exit though, she scoffed and finished the last of her crepe before standing, it was nearing the end of her break anyway.

She stalked back to the hospital, miffed, but curious. Nana had said that her uncle's heart was broken, Sakura was perceptive enough to know that the six year old did not mean physically, she meant emotionally, even if her little, immature mind didn't understand it. And the bandages on his wrists, those were telling as well.

Sakura had a flaw, once she caught the bug, there was not letting it go. It was an advantage to her as a medical student, being able to focus on one thing, and one thing only, until she got it right, that sort of unrelenting determination was necessary in her line of work, but as a person, it was a flaw, a people repellant, if you'd like.

Determined, Sakura left the residents' lounge, having finished all that needed to be finished in her shift, and headed to the bottom floor, the lowest floor actually, where archives were kept.

She had to coax the archivist into letting her in, sure, she was a medical personnel, but still, medical files, of patients especially, were confidential, unless she had been in on a particular case, she had no right to look over the case file.

"Mina," She said, "How recent are the files in here?"

The brunette keeping the desk stared at her, "Disease treated, patient home, alive, file goes here." She through her thumb over her shoulder, "In alphabetic order, the oldest ones are all the way in the back, the newest ones are just about here, though."

"Do you think I could borrow a file?"

The archivist squinted at her then shook her head. "It's against the rules."

"Yes, but it's really important." She countered. "I'll pay you back, I'll give you free pas to the residents' lounge for three days, think of the TV, the mini fridge, the espresso machine, you even get a couch."

The brunette squinted some more, then looked to the left, to the right, then nodded. "You've got a deal. Which file do you want?"

"Sasuke Uchiha, it should be pretty recent, a month tops."

The archivist began to type at the computer in front of her. Sakura raised an eyebrow. "You have them on computer?" Mina nodded. Sakura gestured to the isles and isles of files. "Formalities." Mina replied.

Sakura shook her head. "Sasuke Uchiha, there it is. Wait, wait."

Sakura's spirits fell. "What now?"

The brunette twirled the tips of her hair. "This one is classed VIP, that'd cost you three more days."

"Fine." Sakura harrumphed . "You get a week, just let me take a look at the file."

The brunette turned the computer screen her way. "Be quick about it."

Sakura's eyes began to skim through the data. Male, aged twenty one, he was only two years younger than her, and here she was feeling guilty because she nearly drooled over him, or his astonishing beauty, anyway.

"May thirteenth," She spoke out loud, it said that he was hospitalized on May thirteenth, almost five weeks ago, causes for hospitalization were severe blood loss due to lacerations to both the Ulnar and Radial arteries. She bit the insides of her cheeks, those were fancy, medical terms for attempted suicide, he had slashed his own wrists.

A psych evaluation was mandatory by the psychologist's notes were red waxed, not even she could get past them, no matter how much she bribed the archivist.

She thanked Mina and headed out. Great, now, he'll be tottering around in her head until she cracked him, until she found out exactly what a guy like him had been thinking when he took the knife to his skin.

Sometimes, Sakura hated how obsessive she could get. Just sometimes.