Naruto and Kakashi led me through the halls of the hospital in Konoha, and I began to wonder which Sakura was—sick or injured. Neither of them offered an explanation to me of why we were here; I only assumed it was to see the third of Kakashi's team. I also assumed they were simply using the silence to make me feel guilty.
Finally, though, once we had weaved our way through half the hallways of the hospital, we came upon her. Her bubblegum pink hair was unmistakable. She was dressed in white, but it was not the type of white I'd expected her to be in. No, Sakura was not adorned in a hospital gown, but she was dressed in a nurse's uniform. She had on a white dress with pockets on the thighs and breasts, a stethoscope round her neck with a pink and green polka dot sleeve on it, and bleach white sneakers. For some reason, I felt suddenly protective of her. After all, I told myself, the attire, mainly the dress, was a little obscene.
When she turned to face us, I knew something was different about Sakura. It took me a while to notice as we all stood there, her and I staring at each other. It was then that I realized she was not smiling. If anything, Sakura was frowning at me. I could imagine my face beginning to do the same.
Sakura was no longer the same girl. No longer was she the annoying twelve year old kunoichi I once knew. Now she was a seventeen year old medic, who was seemingly emotionless. I felt my heart twist. It twisted harder as she walked past us, saying nonchalantly over her shoulder,
"It took you long enough, Uchiha."
Sakura was no longer herself, and I knew it was all my fault.
A/N: Quick idea that popped into my head while I was listening to music.