Rated for language and sexual situations (not yet this is just the beginning) if none of this is up your alley or your not of age proceed no further.
It would probably have stunned the man standing across from the young woman to know that, while he was expounding on the benefits of procedure A vs. procedure B and how things had been different in his day, she had been silently plotting his demise. One really couldn't blame her; he was, in fact, an insufferable prig. A snide, condescending bastard who, although he didn't know his head from his ass, and couldn't find his way out of a paper bag with directions, and a blinking neon exit sign, thought of himself as a regular fountain of knowledge, and that it was the duty of the younger medics to listen to his diatribes with something akin to worship. She had discovered, early on, that the easiest way to bring this whole charade to a painless close, was to just listen to him ramble on with a polite, and interested look in her eyes, all the while plotting new and interesting ways for the man to die.
Today Sakura was in no mood to cooperate. She had been called in early this morning to put the pieces of a young man's mangled leg back together, and her eyes felt dry and gritty, and a headache throbbed dully at the back of her skull. She needed more sleep than she had been getting, but with the hospital so low on staff she had been working shifts nearly around the clock, and it was beginning to take a toll on her mental and physical health. She thought longingly of her bed, remembering the texture of the smooth cotton sheets, the snuggly warmth of the blankets, and the soft comfort of her pillows. She almost sighed aloud as she pictured herself buried in that bed, room dark, warm and asleep. She felt her eyes begin to close, and she jerked herself awake with a snap. She looked at the man, the head medic of the facility she had been sent to, and checked to see if he had noticed her nodding off.
Lucky for her he hadn't, but then she thought, for him to notice her dozing off he would have had to notice anything or anyone outside of himself, and there would be ice skating in hell before that happened. He seemed to be coming to the end of his speech, and Sakura increased the speed, and frequency of her nods of assent to hurry him along. He finished, and she thanked him for his time with the most insincere smile and empty words she could muster, and walked back down the hall to collect her stuff and head home for the day.
In fact, she wasn't headed to her real home. Her real home, and her much longed for bed, were miles and miles away back in Konoha. No, Sakura was currently stuck on a mission, helping to fill shifts at a hospital in the middle of nowhere because Tsunade said it would be a good experience, and she was the best candidate for the job. Only two more days, and she was out of there. It had only been a month, but it felt like much, much longer. Sakura hoped that Tsunade was getting paid handsomely because this mission was only a step above torture. There were days Sakura would have gotten on her knees and begged for to the Akatsuki, or someone equally reprehensible show up and bring the whole place crashing down.
She spent a moment in happy reflection imagining the crazed bomber Deidara blowing the entire place to kingdom come while Itachi spent some quality time with the manager. She figured he was more than capable of concocting something fitting for him.
It had to be a bad sign when she was thinking longingly of S class criminals who were trying to kill one of her dearest friends. Too may days at the hospital from hell will do that to you thought, and she comforted herself with the thought that two more days and she was out of there are she punched out, and collected her stuff.
The walk back to her inn room was uneventful, and blessedly short. She took a moment to think about dinner, or a shower, but in the end she was just too exhausted to think about anything, but sleep. She stripped off her work clothes, changed into her pajamas, and fell into bed.
AN - I'd like to thank everyone who read this for me, and dealt with all my nail biting. A big hand goes out to Broken Matra, without her support and encouragment this story would have remained a thought in my head. I also would like to express my gratitude to everyone who read, and reviewed my first work. I am overwhelmed by your support, and it means a lot to me. So, in short, thank you.