This is the beginning of the chapter, like a prologue. Excuse the bad grammar; I'm not that great in them.
It just happened that I'm deleting the other 'Lost' and creating this brand-new 'Lost' story. Because I have no idea how to continue the other story…Well enjoy!
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Ancient dreams swirl endlessly,
on the winds of pain and fear,
flowing past infected walls,
that form the land of tears…
-Thomas Flexter-
00.
Over the years I have worked myself to the top to prove my father I can accomplish anything I put my mind into. Even after my father died, I still work hard. My friends were concerned over me; overworking myself and taking too many shifts that I barely left the hospital to be in the comfort of my home. They didn't understand my determination to work really hard; to reach for who-knows-what.
My employer felt that I need a vacation, though I never lose patience towards my patients. However, I'm frightening my co-workers and the interns as well with my quick-temper for their quickness. It's still a wonder how I got friends and admirers.
Tsunade, my employer, was dead serious about me getting a vacation I realized. When I came walking into work the next day. I did my usual thing in the morning: check-in, make my black coffee, checked my calendar for any appointments made for that day, and begin my walk to the counter for patients. Unfortunately, the receptionists refuse to give me any patients available.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Sakura, there's none for you," she says.
I growled and glared at her, "And why not," I said in a low whisper so none of the patients in the lobby could hear.
She straightens her back, her chin held high to show that she wasn't afraid of me. "I-I was ordered—"
She yelped when I slammed my hands hard on the counter. "I don't give half-ass who ordered you! Give me the papers or else you'll regret ever going against me."
Her whole body shivered in fear of my temper and still bravely shook her head 'no'.
I swear my temper was rising, boiling at the edge; ready for an explosion. Those sleepless nights are finally rowdy-up my mood. The receptionist was lucky I didn't explode in front of her.
"Dr. Tsunade told every staff that they should not let you do anything," Shizune, Tsunade's assistant, walked in, telling me so. "Here," she handed me a folded paper, "from Dr. Tsunade."
Unfolding it, I read through it quickly and then turned quickly towards Tsunade's office. I walked into her office, shoving the paper in my hand to the blonde's face, whom was sitting behind her desk. "What the hell is this?" I exploded to her.
Tsunade sighed and placed her pen down as she settles back, "What do you think it is, Haruno?" she says. "Close the door," she instructed Shizune when she walked into the office.
"It says I'm on vacation starting today!"
"There it is."
"Like hell I'm taking a vacation!" ripping the paper to pieces.
"Because you've overworked yourself that your mood is getting worse."
"I don't need a vacation I need to work!" I turned around and out the door I went.
Tsunade sighed and then picked up a walkie-talkie, "Take her down."
I snatched the paper the receptionist was giving to the doctor. "Wait," the receptionist was about to continued but I gave her a sharp glare to shut her up. Two men showed up in a nurse outfit, one of them I knew was holding a needle to knock me out.
The whole lobby was noisy, because the two nurse men were having a hard time sticking a needle to me. They called back-up and four other nurse men came to help, wrestling me down to the ground. Each of the four men held each limb down while the other two prepared the needle. I yelled and struggle badly to break free.
They stuck the needle on my arm. The effect didn't come fast as the needle did. But when it did, I tried fighting it, and then it just blurred before my body and mind gave in.