THIS STORY IS BASED ON THE FANFICTION "AFFLICTION" BY everyday0203.
I do not own Naruto.
Neji Hyuga may have been an outstanding doctor, but nothing ever prepared him for this. The only place he could possibly find an internship was this.. pathetic excuse for a hospital. It was a run-down, smelly, dirty mental hospital. None of those words equaled 'good' in his dictionary. He didn't want to hear people screaming about squirrels rampaging in their room or about how their toilet paper makes threats against them, and he certainly didn't want to put up with that putrid, sick smell that came along with Konoha's Mental Institution.
Which was why he hated being so good at what he did. He hated that he was impaired, he hated that he couldn't do what he loved most: being a shinobi. He was injured beyond belief.. Almost dead. He never fully healed. Everyone had told him there was no chance of ever becoming a shinobi again.
Neji was devastated at first. He spent months in his room, just laying there. He was a mess. His hair had gotten out of control, his face was paler than usual, his eyes had lost all life. He didn't want to live.
However, after a chastising from his uncle, Neji soon got back on his feet. Though he couldn't do the things he used to do, he did do something he could: saving people's lives. He took up the medical profession in order to make use of himself, and was one of the best doctors in Konoha. He was still so underpracticed in the real field, however, that Konoha's Hospital would not hire him until he got some experience.
So.. he had to sign up for an internship.. there.
