Day 1
"DR. HARUNO PLEASE REPORT TO WING D OFFICE. I REPEAT, DR. HARUNO PLEASE REPORT TO WING D OFFICE!"
I looked up and over to the speaker, mug of hot cocoa frozen in midair as I raised an eyebrow. I had never been called down to the D wing of the hospital before.
"A first for everything I guess..." I muttered to myself while setting the mug down on my table and getting up out of my seat, my clean white uniform moving with me.
My name is Sakura Haruno, 22 years old and a hardworking Doctor. Well, we refer to ourselves as doctor's at least, while others refer to us as physiatrists. I work in a hospital meant for the mentally ill, or, as others would say, the nut house.
I stepped up the stairs, walking past the open garden where patients sat or stood doing their own thing with their doctor standing right beside them. I felt a little tense as I looked at them and then glanced back up the stairs as I walked a step at a time.
It was natural that I would be a little nervous having to be called down all the way to the other side of the building where the D wing was. The hospital was split up into 4 different sections based on the intensity of the patients mental condition.
I had always worked with the A and occasional B wing patients, naturally the easier ones. D wing was where they kept the highest intensity patients, I had only passed the place once on my first day working here and I had made sure to never go down there again.
I paused in front of the large bolted doors, and gulped thinking back to that day of wandering full of shouting, pleads, and hysterical laughter.
"C'mon Sakura you can do this...Just suck it up." I whispered to myself, my hand quivering to press the small button on the side of the door that would let the security guard know to open up. Yes, it was bad enough that they had to have SECURITY behind 3 CEMENTED DOORS.
I pressed the button and listened to the small feeble echo of the buzzer before the doors opened before me and I walked inside, flinching when they slammed and bolted shut behind me.
I kept on a straight face as I took an immediate left and entered the main office of the D wing. The D wing secretary looked up and then smiled before motioning to the seat in front of her. I sat down.
"Good morning Sakura."
"Um...Good morning Shizune..." I said nonchalantly to hide how nervous I felt. I had always had a large pride that refused to show any sort of weaknesses to others. My best friend and favorite patient, Hinata, doesn't even know that I can get scared, nervous, and all those other revealing emotions.
All my co-workers were afraid of me because of this, while my bosses and superiors were happy to have such a strong worker.
I tucked a pink strand of hair behind my ear, a bad habit of mine that I do whenever I'm nervous.
"Now Sakura...You are probably curious as to why I called you down here?" Shizune started, a small smile on her face as she watched my eyes shift slightly. I shrugged and she continued, "Well, as you know, you have kept up an impressively high record of cured patients..."
"They were simple cases that any doctor would've been capable of treating." I answered, hoping to god this conversation wasn't heading in the area I hope it wasn't entering.
Shizune smiled, "It's because of an attitude like that, that you have become one of the doctor's the D wing has been interested in. To put it plainly...," She ducked down to pull out a folder from under her desk and slid it across the table to hand it to me.
"We have thought about it and discussed this, and the D wing staff agrees that you should be transferred. Why, with your impeccable ability to raise to the same level as the patient going to a bit harder more of a challenge shouldn't be too much for you."
"But my patient Hinata...," I muttered, not liking the idea at all of having to work with patients I wouldn't be able to communicate with without them suddenly screaming or laughing.
"Oh yes, the A wing girl with the extreme Acousticophobia (Fear of noises), Agoraphobia(fear of public spaces), and Chiraptophobia (fear of being touched)...Don't worry Sakura, you'll still be a part of the A wing until you cure that girl."
I held back a sigh of relief, at knowing that I wouldn't have to leave Hinata with some new strange doctor.
"Are you willing to take the job?" Shizune asked looking at me expectedly.
I groaned, as I made my way down the hallways after accepting Shizune's request to take care of the new D wing patient that had been admitted only this morning. What else could I have done? I couldn't have just flat out rejected her when she needed me the most!
I looked at all the D wing outfits that hung beside the door of each room I passed. Each doctor had to wear a special suit before entering a patient's room. The suit's were heavy, but strong and had an emergency button plugged into the inside just in case a doctor were to be attacked.
I shook my head to rid the image of being pinned down to the floor by a blood-thirsty monster. Wait, what!? Since when did I think of patients of being monsters!? They're not monsters, just misunderstood!
I paused and stared through the glass window attached to one of the doors, back at a patient who kept staring at me. I smiled at the female patient, looking to be around 8-10 years old, causing a wide grin to plaster on her face.
See?, I thought to myself. That's just proof that they're misunder-
I cut myself off when she started to lick the window, not removing her eyes from me as she got drool all over it.
I continued to smile. That wasn't a very unusual thing, she probably just wanted to play. I wondered to myself why she was even in D wing.
That's when she let out a blood-curdling scream that echoed through the empty hallway before her mouth foamed and she started to smash her head against the window.
I managed to hide the horrified look as I scurried along.
Okay, maybe that was a little more extreme then what I was used to. As I continued to scurry down the hallway, I opened up the folder in my hands to read the contents on my first new D wing patient.
However, I frowned in confusion the minute I opened it, and flipped through all the informational papers only to see that all the form requirements were blank. Even 'name' was blank to add to my confusion.
Did Shizune really expect me to be able to care for a patient whom I didn't even know much background information about? Unless...
The challenge was for me to find the background information myself! I held back a whimper of fear, when I reached my conclusion only to find out I was standing outside the patient's room.
What if he was a mass murderer and tortured all of the people so they died slowly and painfully!? Or, instead of torturing them he locked them up and made them starve to death? Or what if-
"Shut up!" I scolded myself sharply, as I worked to get into my protection outfit. All I was doing was putting unnecessary thoughts into my head that probably weren't even true to the slightest. When I finished putting the suit on and had zipped up the front, I stood patiently at the door, too scared to move.
"C'mon Sakura, you can do this..." I whispered determinedly to myself. "Don't be a baby...Just step inside and..." I flung the door open, threw myself inside, and then slammed it shut behind me, breathing heavily all the while.
I took a deep breath and turned, tense, and ready for any sudden move or attack. I let out the air I had been holding and looked around the room.
It...was empty.
No...they're probably just hiding..., I thought as I walked further into the room. The room was pure white, white walls, white wooden floor, white lounge couch, white king-sized bed in the corner, and just one small window in the corner barely large enough to stick your arm through.
"Nice accommodations..." I muttered sarcastically to myself as I walked around the room and searched the bed and couch for any sign of the D wing patient.
After about 10 minutes of searching I stood bewildered in the middle of the room. Where were they? I should've been able to see some type of contrasting color in all this white!
I unzipped my protection outfit and stepped out of it to fan myself and look around. I know that was probably a really dangerous thing to do, but it got REALLY hot inside of it! I continued to turn my head from side to side to see if they would suddenly pop up.
"Where the heck are they...?"
I didn't have any time to react to the sudden battle cry of, "HUZAA!!" When an object fell from above me and forcefully pushed me to the ground. I screeched when I hit the ground and let out an 'oof' when the object laid directly on top of me.
Only it wasn't an object, but a person. Who happened to be a young male. A very handsome young male. A very handsome young male who had me trapped between the cold wooden floor and his 100 something pounds of pure hot flesh and muscle.
Awkward.
The male shook the blond hair out of his eyes, and grinned down at me. "Caught you, yeah!" He blinked and I felt myself blush when his aqua eyes met my emerald ones, before he grinned even wider. "Ooh, and I caught a cutie!"His eyes glanced down somewhere below my neck and he smirked, "A nicely breasted cutie too, yeah."
I sucked in a breath in anger and embarrassment, and couldn't stop myself from making my knee shoot up and hit him in the groin. He immediately rolled off to clutch the area that was hit as I stood and pointed an accusing finger.
"You pervert!" I shouted, my hair most likely disheveled from hitting the floor. He groaned, and managed to stand up and glare at me.
"What the hell you crazy bitch, yeah!?" His voice slightly squeaked from the pain.
I twitched and clutched my fist, "You want to call me a bitch aga-" I paused. What the heck was I doing!? I can't just suddenly shout at someone, even if they had done something like that! I swallowed my pride and relaxed myself, "I'm sorry...That was very rude of me...Is there some way I could apologize to you?" I inwardly smirked. That's the way to go! Calm and collected!
"Your body." He instantly answered, clutching his lower regions less.
"Um...What?" I asked, and then shook my head, "I'm not just some cheap whore..."
"Could've fooled me, yeah." He mumbled to himself.
I ignored the comment and turned on my heel to leave, "I don't have time to be arguing with you, I'm supposed to be meeting the new patient that was submitted here this morning. Now if you'll excuse-"
"You're looking at him." He said while walking behind him to flop down on the couch. I turned slowly.
"W-What...?"
He smirked at the stunned expression on my face, "Submitted here just this morning, nice to meet you, I'm Deidara, yeah. You are...?" He raised an eyebrow and rested his head on his arms behind him.
"S-Sakura...Sakura...Haruno." I stared at him, disbelievingly. This guy was supposed to be my patient? This perverted cocky guy was MY patient!? He didn't look nor act like a person who belonged in D wing! "I guess I'll be your doctor from here on out..." I mumbled.
"Sakura..." He muttered the name to himself as if to test it on his tongue before he grinned. "A cute name for a feisty bipolar girl, yeah."
I grit my teeth slightly, but picked up my folder and took out a pen, "Now Mr. Deidara there'll be a few-"
"Ew...Don't call me that...Just call me Deidara."
"Okay...Deidara there'll be a few questions I need to ask you." I said, as I wrote down his name at the top of one of the papers. "Where are you from?"
"Iwagakure." He answered compliantly.
"Hobbies?"
"Molding clay." He yawned.
"Fears?"
He paused, and I looked up from my folder to see him staring at the wall in deep thought, "None, yeah."
"You're lying." I accused knowingly. He only shrugged and I sighed. "Family?"
"None."
"You must have at least an aunt or-"
"None." He repeated with finality.
"What happened to them?"
"Only family was parents and they're dead, died in accident, yeah." By the tone of his voice it was obvious he was hiding something, but I decided to drop it for now.
"Um...Friends?"
"None."
"You have to have at least-"
"One and he died, yeah." He sighed and rolled over so he wasn't facing me. "I'm tired, can we end the questioning for today, yeah?"
There were tons of other questions I wanted to ask that weren't in the papers, but I pushed the curiosity away and nodded, "Sure, you go ahead and get some rest Deidara."
He wasn't that bad of a guy, it was obvious he was probably very lonely. He must think that he's jinxed and that's why the people he ends up caring about dies.
Poor guy..., I thought as I reached my hand out to open the door.
"Oh wait pinky, yeah." His voice suddenly said, making me stop to turn around to look at him questionably. Pinky?
He smirked, "Your bra is showing, yeah." I looked down and sure enough saw that the top button of my blouse was missing and showing the silky pink bra I was wearing. He winked, "That's sexy, yeah."
"Go die, asshole!" I shouted, blushing, as I stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut behind me.
Me: I'm back! Here's the first chapter to my new story, and I'll be getting to work on the first chapter to I Hate My Big Sister too!
Sakura: (looks around) Oh god...I'M the helper this time!?!
Me: Yup!
Sakura: Oh god kill me now...
Me: Oh don't be like that! You KNOW you like helping me with the afterthoughts!
Sakura: (repeatedly smashes head against wall)
Me: That's the spirit! Don't worry you guys, there'll be more epic Deidara cockiness and pervertedness soon to come!
Sakura: Please. (bang) Read. (bang) And. (bang) Review. (crash)
Me: ...You're paying for that... =.=