Punches


Sakura Haruno sighed deeply, massaging her temples with her hands. Today had not been the best day at the hospital. She had to double up on shifts, and 4 hours of sleep in 48 hours did not lend well to her ability to handle jackasses. All she needed was a cup of tea, a warm bath, and a very, very long hibernation-like sleep.

But judging by the sound of her door opening, her plans would have to be altered a bit.

"Sakura?" Sasuke cautiously called, after not spotting his girlfriends shock of pink hair in the foyer.

She groaned a little at the loud noise. "Here." She mumbled into the table.

Sasuke softly padded over, taking in her appearance. Her body was hunched over the kitchen table, and she was wearing a very old shirt of his. Judging by how she was holding her head, she must have a massive migraine. Combined with the herbal tea, all the signs pointed to chakra exhaustion and sleep deprivation; a sign Sasuke would have to have another nice chat with the hospital.

He approached Sakura, gently massaging her back.

She quietly moaned as the tension started to become worked out of her body. His hands were definitely not supposed to be doing that. She had been quite content to sit in her wallowing state for a bit.

"What happened?" He asked.

"It's flu season, so too many of our nurses didn't show. I ended up pulling a double shift, and had to deal with a few assholes. Don't worry about it." Sakura said.

Sasuke frowned. Of course he was going to worry about it. "What did they do?"

"I just..." Sakura paused, taking in a deep breath, preparing for a tirade. She turned to face him. "Who the fuck decided that yelling at a medical ninja could change the future? It's not like we'll preform better if you're mean to us. Let us do our job, and sit down." She started to emphatically move her hands. "Plus, I had a patient who was trying to convince me that shots caused autism! That was one study, done by Orichimaru of all discreditable people, that he later revoked. It does nothing of the sort! If unvaccinated, your kid is simply more prone to danger; along with the possibility of eradicating these viruses becoming impossible! Plus, I get all of these lecherous old men that think my uniform is an invitation to stare at my ass! I know my ass looks good! It's. Not. Your. Place. To. Hit. On. Me! It's not flattering, and quite honestly, extremely creepy!" With the last word, Sakura felt her hand connect with Sasukes nose with a resounding crack.

She gaped, he blinked.

Blood was trickling down from his nose to his upper lip, and she presumed he had a fracture to his nasal bone.

"OhMyGodSasukeImSoSorry!" She squeaked, quickly putting her hands over his nose to heal the damage.

He allowed her to set the bone back, but grabbed her hands once she transitioned to healing the bruises.
"No," he muttered, "don't waste your chakra."

She glared at him. "Sasuke! This is my fault! I should fix it."

"I don't want you to." He said, "I don't blame you." He enveloped her tiny frame in a hug, and was disturbed to note she was shaking from depletion and stress. "Come on," he muttered into her ear. "Time for bed."

She leaned back to stare at his face; assessing the damage and reading his serious mood. "Fine." Sakura muttered, before getting an evil look on her face. "My terms, though."

Sasuke gave her a weary look, before nodding.

Sakura stepped around to be behind Sasuke, before promptly sweeping him up bridal style.

Now, Sasuke didn't make fragile noises like "squeaks" or "squeals." However, a slightly higher noise was most definitely (quietly) omitted from his mouth as his girlfriend swooped him up. "Sakura. What. The. Hell." He asked.

She batted her eyelashes at him innocently. "Sasuke, you are hurt. And remember, I'm the medic here; I always know what's best for your health."

Sasuke tried to stare her down for thirty seconds, before giving up with a (slightly dramatic) sigh.

Sensing victory, she carried him to her bedroom (perhaps drawing out the walk by a little bit). She set him on the bed, where she promptly flopped down next to him.

"You're staying here, right?" She asked, giving him her best puppy eyes.

Really, he never had a chance.

Sasuke sighed, thinking about her chakra depletion. "You're going to sleep, though."

She nodded, before folding herself around him. Sasuke was not as talkative as some, but his very presence was always able to soothe her like nothing else. And really, what could be better than cuddling up to somebody you love?

After a few minutes, Sakura spoke. "Thank you Sasuke. And I'm sorry for hitting you..."

He looked down at her, before lightly kissing her forehead. His silly pink-haired girlfriend had nothing to say sorry for considering all that she had saved him from. He would gladly let her break his nose everyday.

"No problem. But... Some of the neighbors might think you're abusive..." He pensively added.

She gasped, before embarrassedly burying her head against his chest.

Yes, the great Sasuke Uchiha could get pretty used to this.


A/N: thank you all for the support :):) it's a bit similar, but I was pretty interested in the idea of Sakura carrying a "hurt" Sasuke. I could see her trying to do it even if he has a simple cold or something too