disclaimer: i don't own...anything except for the plot
title: BAM!
by: somebrokenheartsme!
summary: Just like a bomb, he was suddenly back in her life. Fantastic.
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Sakura Haruno, age 22, was sitting at her desk in her stark-white office facing downtown Manhattan. Her pale, pink hair had been pulled back in a slick ponytail and she was staring intently at her computer monitor.
Well, staring intently at her computer monitor while downing a large cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin, talking to a client on the phone, and going over her schedule for that day. She was the epitome of the multi-tasker, hell, she had invented multi-tasking for all that mattered.
Sakura was smart, not a genius, but she was as intellectually competent as they get. Fresh out of med-school, she had hastily been offered an internship under the tutelage of one of the best doctors in New York, Tsunade. So that's why she was in an immaculately clean, modern office at 8AM in the morning. Multi-tasking.
--knock knock—
There was a firm rapping at her office door, signaling the arrival of her first client of the day. A blonde head peeped into the office,
"Sakura, someone is here to see you."
"I'll be right there."
"Wow Sakura!" the blonde exclaimed, "You're not busy at all!"
"Shut-up Ino-pig."
But Sakura knew she looked like a mess. The office phone looked like it was permanently sandwiched between her ear and shoulder, one hand was lifting up her coffee cup, and the other was typing emails to prospective clients.
"Hurry up Sakura, this one's kind of cute." Ino giggled when Sakura threw her a glare and tried to untangle herself from her office desk.
Ino had been Sakura's best friend throughout her med-school years. Although Sakura's main focus was physical therepy, Ino trained to become a nurse. Luckily, they were very well known even as college students so they managed to snag jobs at one of New York's posh-est facilities.
Sakura threw on her doctor's coat and stethoscope and grabbed the patient's information out of Ino's hands. She was in such a hurry that she forgot to take in the patient's name. Oh well. She wasn't THAT perfect.
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Sakura shut the door behind her as she entered the patient's room. She had scanned over a list of his injuries while walking from her office to the room, and frowned at what she read.
Hm. A broken arm, sprained ankle, multiple stab wounds, and a mild concussion. What had this guy been out doing? Getting into knife fights every night would be frowned upon in most societies. But a girl had to wonder…
"Hello Mr. urrm," she quickly scanned the patient's report in search of a name.
"Uchiha," the man said monotonously.
Sakura snapped her head up from her papers. There the Mr. Uchiha stood in all his sexy glory. She took in everything from his perfectly shaped….
--Beeep BEEEEPP—
Her pager went off and quickly snapped Sakura out of her stupor.
Be professional.
She cleared her throat as to rid her mind of all inappropriate thoughts. He was a far cry from what she was expecting.
She was expecting a thug. A huge, ugly, three hundred pounder with tattoos and scars running up his face. She was expecting, well wasn't expecting, this lean, muscular and admittedly handsome man standing before her.
"Hello Mr. Uchiha," she stuck out her right hand, "I'm Sakura Haruno, and I will be your physical therapist for the next few months."
"Hn." He didn't shake her hand, which angered her for a few moments.
Stupid street thug with no manners and no social capabilities…
Her thoughts were immediately thrown off when she realized that his right arm was in a full-arm cast and sling. She quickly retracted her hand and blushed.
"Sorry about that Mr. Uchiha. Now, I have reviewed a list of your injuries and it seems like…"
"Sasuke."
Sakura stopped speaking abruptly and looked at her patient, confused.
"What Mr. Uchiha?"
"My name is Sasuke."
"Right, Mr., I mean, Sasuke. Anyways, it seems like you have…"
He barely listened to her as she went on about treatment and rehabilitation procedures for the next few months. He was too interested in the scar that ran from the back of her neck all the way to her collarbone. Memories were futile things.
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As soon as she was done talking with her "patient", Sakura quickly exited the corridor and almost sprinted back to her office and locked the door behind her. She couldn't quiet the sound of her beating heart as she gasped for air. Tears spilled out of her eyes and she felt like her body was constricted in a million places.
Why her again? Why now?
And for another time in her life, Sakura was scared. She knew who this Mr. Uchiha was, and she was pretty sure that he had recognized her too from the mysterious smirk on his face. Damnit. She had always been a terrible liar.
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A/N:
I need to clear the rust out of my mind after almost a month without Microsoft Word. Wahhh. I am trying to step out of immaturity and write a vaguely dramatic series. So, tell me what you think so far. REVIEW PWEESE!