"Talking."
'Thinking.'
'Bijuu talking.'
I do not own Naruto. Don't be ridiculous. Kishimoto owns Naruto.
'How did this happen?'
She barely had time to think as she barked commands to the nurses bustling around her. One to get a gurney, one to get an IV drip ready in the emergency wing, trauma ward 1, room 3C, one to contact Shizune with the preliminary information. They were rushing through the hallways of the hospital, usually quiet at three in the morning, with a group of five medics carrying the injured man with the help of chakra until the intern returned with the requested gurney.
"Kikuyo, go get some antiseptic; make sure it's our highest strength. Masari, go get antibacterial solution and a fresh package of gauze."
She raised the man's head higher, her hands already pumping chakra into his skull to assess his brain's condition while her eyes flickered back from the two heads of hair, dirty blonde and chocolate respectively, that hurried away to fulfill their orders. She felt the matted blood and grime that was caked into the man's ink black hair seep onto her fingers and work its way beneath her nails as she called for the procession to halt. The approaching intern, a petite girl with tan skin and olive hair named Jiwan, quickly wheeled the gurney beneath the net of medic arms and hands so that they could lower the badly injured man onto it and continue to Trauma 1.
The man was unconscious, his body just short of mangled. His breathing was shallow and alarmingly sluggish despite the frantic and labored pounding of his heart. She hadn't gotten a good look at him to identify him yet, her main priority being getting him out of critical condition. His legs were twisted at odd, yet familiar to Sakura, angles; she identified his right femur as an open comminuted fracture and his tibia in his left leg as an open spiral fracture. That along with multiple broken ribs, diaphragmatic rupturing, broken jaw, a subdural hematoma that she had already tended to via chakra through her fingers right in the lobby where the ANBU had left him before forcibly removing a very upset red-haired woman, a concussion, numerous contusions and abrasions, both shoulders dislocated, and torn tendons and ligaments and rotor cuff in his right arm. This man was a wreck.
They turned a corner, narrowly missing an unknowing intern as they pushed through the double doors of Trauma 1. They hurried into the room, just hoisting the man off of the gurney and into the bed as Kikuyo and Masari reached the room with the supplies. She shouted to one of the nurses that she needed to fill out this man's chart, pointing at her to single her out among the throng of medics in the room with one hand and keeping the other pumping chakra into the man. Lowering her arm back down to his chest, she flipped her long, silky pastel pink hair over her shoulder and dove into her work.
The medical personnel flowed around her, not one of them getting in her way as she focused solely on repairing his internal damage, starting at most significantly threatening and working her way down the list. The light outside of the door pulsed red to signify the critical state of the patient, casting a throbbing red hew over the man's pale and bloodied face as she worked. One nurse hooked up his IV; one gingerly swabbed a festering laceration on his left arm; another two quickly removed his destroyed shirt and pants, leaving him in a pair of loose clean black shorts; one intern checked his airway before carefully inserting a tracheal intubation tube and starting the mechanical ventilator; all finished their duties and bowed to Sakura before exiting the room to let the head doctor continue her work.
She finished knitting his diaphragm back together; reset his six broken ribs and wrapped them in the gauze she had sent for; reset the bones in his legs as best as possible and loosely knitted them to allow for faster natural healing before splinting them both; she deeply cleansed and stitched his laceration on his left arm; realigned both shoulders by means of closed reduction; put ligaments and tendons back in their proper places in his arm and loosely stitched them together before splinting it; she even applied some topical ointment to his abrasions. He remained unconscious the whole time, his black hair matted and fallen into his face and the rest of his face smeared with dirt and blood and various other grime.
Shizune had come to confirm the circumstances around the patient's arrival, and had already left. She had even taken it upon herself to hook him up to the heart monitor. Sakura was used to working alone though, as she was more than capable of handling most situations that entered the hospital. Shizune had recently become more of a fixture at the Hokage's office than at the hospital.
She washed her hands, sanitizing them with the hospital's soap, before moving across the room and back to the patient. She slipped even further into her medic mindset as she brought an antibacterial washrag to his face, gently pushing his hair out of the way and carefully dabbing away the blood and filth. She paused, using one foot to hook the leg of a stool behind her and pull it forwards. Sitting down upon it, she propped one elbow up on the bar that ran along the length of the bed and leaned over the man's chest to get a closer look at his jaw, which had some purple bruising along it where it was fractured.
She brought three glowing fingers up to it, focusing solely on his jaw. She was so absorbed in her work that she didn't notice the furrowing of his brow, or the fluttering of his eyes. She did notice, just slightly too late, the twitch of his lips into a hard grimace of pain. Retracting her hand, she realized just how close she had gotten. A surprised gasp escaped her lips when the man jarringly jolted into an upright position, smacking his forehead against hers in his haste. She winced in mild pain, rearing back to stare wordlessly into the confused, pained and angered sharingan eyes of Uchiha Sasuke.