I stumbled my way to the Uchiha Manor. My 14-year-old body was shaking with the blood-loss and my vision was flickering. I silently cursed Kiba Inuzuka as I fell to the ground. I picked myself up and continued labouringly limping to the manor. When I made it, I knocked heavily on the door. Itachi answered.
"Yeah?"
I flinched, "Where's Sasuke?"
He looked me over and caught me as I fell.
"He's in his room. I'd better let mother tend to your wounds." He said as he carried me inside.
"Who was at the door?" Sasuke asked.
Itachi turned. "Amami Hoshi, and she's badly injured so I'm taking her to mother."
Sasuke nodded and followed him into the kitchen.
"Mother?" Itachi called.
"Yes dear?" A beautiful woman with the same raven hair that the Uchiha boys had turned to see them.
"Amami's hurt." Sasuke stated bluntly.
"I can see that." Her eyes widened, "What happened to you sweetie?"
"Fight." I replied.
"I see." She looked at Itachi, "Take her upstairs."
Itachi nodded and quickly took me to an empty room upstairs.
The room was beautiful. Classic Victorian furniture and paintings adorned the room. Itachi laid me on the bed and walked out. Moments later, Mrs. Uchiha walked in with a big black doctor's bag. She sat it on the nightstand and felt my pulse.
"Well, your heart's okay." She smiled at me a minute later.
I nodded.
She helped me sit up and grabbed a pair of scissors. Gingerly, she cut off my bloody top, but left my bra alone. She threw the top in the trash can and began washing the blood off of my exposed torso. With her cold fingertips, she found 3 broken ribs and 2 cracked ones. After they were taped up nice and tight, she bandaged my wounds quietly and the only sound that was made in the room was the occasional snip of scissors or snap of tape.
After she bandaged the rest of my injuries she gripped my broken wrist. I clenched my teeth and nodded at her. She twisted the broken bone back into place. I screeched as a piercing pain ripped through my wrist. She put a brace on it quietly as I continued screaming. After a few minutes, my screams slowly subsided. She wrapped up my sprained ankle.
"There." She smiled as she taped down the wrappings on my ankle.
I let out a big whoosh of air that I had been holding for some reason.
She patted my cheek gently, "You did good dear, get some rest."
I nodded and rolled onto my uninjured side. I closed my eyes and the last thing I heard was Mrs. Uchiha closing the door.