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A Hard Day's Night - Part 2

After being shoved from the operating table, Lee looks to the gallery.

"He's 007."

"007, yep."

"A total 007," the gallery rang out.

Temari turned to Sakura. "What's ''007'' mean?"

Sakura, still not taking her eyes from Lee replied, "…License to kill."

And just like that, the gallery began filing out. It was over.

HOUR 19

"They're calling me 007, aren't they?" Lee asked, rolling around in a wheelchair in the basement of the hospital. The interns liked it down there as there was no noise and they could sleep on the storage gurneys in between pages.

"No one's calling you "007,"" Temari and Sakura said in unison from atop said storage gurney.

"I was on the elevator and Uchiha whispered, ''007."

Ino hopped off her gurney and walked over to a vending machine. ''How many times do we have to go through this, Lee? Five? Ten? Give me a number, or I'm gonna hit you."

He turned the wheelchair. "Uchiha whispered "007", and everyone laughed."

"He wasn't talking about you." Temari stretched.

Lee gave her puppy dog eyes. "Are you sure?"

Sakura chimed in. "Would we lie to you?"

"Yes," was his simple reply.

"007 is a state of mind," Ino called from down the hall a-ways.

"Oh, says the girl who finished first in her class in med school."

Just then a pager began tooting about. They all hesitantly checked to see if it was theirs.

Sakura looked down at hers. "Oh, man. It's 9-1-1 for Sora Okuma." She stills a moment. "I gotta go." She jumps from the gurney and begins running down the hall and up some stairs.

Lee started up again. "Maybe I should have gone into geriatrics. No one minds when you kill an old person." He sounds solemn now.

Ino walks back from the vending machine. "Surgery is hot. It's the Marines. It's macho. It's hostile. It's hardcore." She climbs back onto her gurney and opens a book about surgeries. "Geriatrics is for freaks who live with their mothers and never have sex."

"I've got to get my own place," Lee thinks aloud, shaking his head.

Sakura came barreling up the stairs to the floor of Sora. She flung the object that was blocking her from her perhaps seizing patient open, and flew to her room. Sakura threw people out of her way once she got to the correct hall. If she were to lose a patient, it would reflect badly on Anko, which meant Sakura would never practice medicine again if Anko had anything to do with it. She braced herself in the doorway of Sora's room, her chest heaving.

"Took you long enough," Sora complained dropping a magazine from her face and onto her lap.

"You're okay? The nurse paged me 9-1-1?!"

"I had to go all Exorcist to get her to even pick up the phone," Sora explained.

Sakura still panting, "Wait. There's nothing wrong with you?"

"I'm bored." Sora was unaffected and unamused.

"You little—I'm not a cruise director."

Sora rolled her eyes. "You don't have to wig out. The pageant's on cable, but this crappy hospital doesn't get the channel. If that cow Emi Marusa is gonna walk off with my crown, I have to see it."

Sakura stared at her in disbelief. "This is an actual hospital. There are sick people here. Go to sleep and stop wasting my time." She started to walk out.

Sora raised her voice. "But I can't sleep. My head's all full."

"That's called ''thinking.'' Go with it." Sakura waived a hand.

Temari stood motionless in the very mobile main hospital hallway. She had a problem…and there was Anko. Sleeping in the hallway. Rule number three: If I'm sleeping, don't wake me unless your patient is dying. Well, her patient wasn't dying but he would be if she didn't get help for a much simpler problem. What to do?

"What do you need?" A male nurse asked, stirring her from her thoughts.

She sighed. "Mr. Kudo has junky veins, and he really needs antibiotics…I should start a central line."

He shrugged. "So start one." She just looked at him. "You don't know how," he guessed.

"I've never done one," she confessed.

"Well, you know what that means." He looked over to a sleeping Anko.

Temari shook her head. "Can't we just page someone else?"

He gave her an all-knowing smile. "She's the on-call resident."

"Okay...okay, I'll just—I'll wake her." Temari mustered up what confidence she could and strode over to the darkly lit hallway.

She bent over the gurney and tapped Anko on the shoulder. "Dr. Mitarashi, I don't mean to bother you—"

"Then don't."

"It's Mr. Kudo—"

"Is he dying?" Anko never once opened her eyes.

"No."

"Then stop talking to me."

Temari stood up straight. She sighed, about to give up. No, she needed help and dammit she was gonna get it. She cleared her throat.

Anko flew up from the gurney. "What is it?!"

Anko started a central line for the man. "Next time you wake me, he better be so close to dead there's a tag on his toe."

"4-B's got post-op pneumonia. Let's start antibiotics." The man scribbled on the chart.

"Are you sure that's the right diagnosis?" The nurse asked.

"Well, I don't know. I'm only an intern. Why don't you go spend four years in med school and then let me know if it's the right diagnosis?"

He earned a glare from the woman.

He leaned in her face. "She's short of breath. She's got fever. She's post-op. Start the antibiotics."

The nurse walked away, begrudgingly obeying his orders.

"Kami, I hate nurses," he sighed, walking over to Sakura. "I'm Sasuke."

She didn't reply.

"I'm with Jeremy." He looked back at his patient's chart. "You're with the nazi, right?"

"She may not have pneumonia, you know," Sakura offered, lifting a finger. "She could be splinting, or have a P.E."

He smirked. "Like I said, I hate nurses."

Her eyes widened. "What did you just say? Did you just call me a nurse?"

"Well, if the white cap fits." He sounded annoyed now.

Sakura's pager began beeping, interrupting her from plowing this guy's face in. It was Sora again.

"Damn it, Sora," she cursed, walking in the direction of the stairs again.

Lee and another intern walked up to the counter to pick up some charts near Sasuke.

"Is she seeing anybody?" Sasuke asked.

The other intern looked down the hall at an irritated Sakura. "I don't know."

Sasuke whistled. "She's hot." The two exchanged a laugh.

"I'm friends with her," Lee interjected. "I mean, kind of friends. Not actually friends exactly, but we're tight, and we hang out." The other intern laughed and walked away. Lee continued. "Really, only just today—"

"Dude." Sasuke put his hand out. "Stop talking."

Sakura clomped up the stairs, and lazily opened the stairway door. What does she want this time? A stuffed animal from the gift shop? She was snapped from her thoughts when she saw a multitude of nurses in Sora's room. She began running, full speed.

"What took you so long?" A nurse spat, passing her.

Once she was in the room, she saw Sora seizing as bad, if not worse, than the first time she was admitted. There were multiple nurses attempting to secure her to the bed.

"She's having multiple grand mal seizures," a male nurse informed. "Now, how do you want to proceed?"

Sakura stood there panting. This is for real this time, and she was alone. No resident, no attending.

"Dr. Haruno, are you listening to me?! She's got Diazepam. Two milligrams Lorazepam. I just gave the second dose."

…

…

"Dr. Haruno, you need to tell us what you want to do. Dr. Haruno!"

Sakura finally broke free from her thoughts of anxiety, and grabbed Sora's chart. "Okay, she's full on Lorazepam?"

"Four milligrams," a nurse replied.

Sakura was screaming at herself to think. "You paged Dr. Mitarashi and Dr. Hatake?"

"Lorazepam's not working," the male nurse from before stated. Sora was still having seizure after seizure.

"Phenobarbital," Sakura blurted. "Load her with phenobarbital."

They did as she instructed. "Pheno's in."

They waited. Sora's monitor was still beeping like crazy.

"No change," came another nurse.

"You paged Dr. Hatake," Sakura asked again, still skeptical. Honestly, she just wanted someone to come and save her.

"I just told you."

"Well, page him again, stat."

"What do you want to do? Dr. Haruno, you need to tell us what you want to do." He insisted.

The beeping stopped and was replaced with the flat line tone.

"Heart stopped," the man said.

"Code blue! Code blue! Get the crash cart." The nurses, like ants, all ran around.

Sakura snatched the paddles, and a nurse applied the gel. "Charge the pads to 200."

"Charge," replied the nurse.

"Clear," Sakura said firmly. Guess she was doing this.

Sora's chest flew up to the air in response to the electricity.

They looked to the monitor. "Still v-fib. Nothing."

"Charging. Nineteen seconds?"

Sakura looked back to the nurse. "Charge them to 300."

"300."

"Anything?"

"27 seconds."

"Charge to 360," came another order from Sakura. "Come on, Sora."

"49 seconds."

"At 60 seconds, you're supposed to admin another drug," the man said as if Sakura didn't know.

"Charge again!" They all looked at her like her was out of her mind. "Charge again," she commanded through gritted teeth.

"Charging."

Sora's chest rose for the third time. They waited. The monitor began beeping normally once more.

"I see sinus rhythm. Blood pressure's coming up," a nurse rang out.

Sakura exhaled for the first time since entering the room. "All right."

"Pressure's returning. Rate's coming back," they continued, almost as if they couldn't believe it.

"What the hell happened?"

Sakura turned to see Kakashi run in. "She had a seizure and her heart stopped."

He ran over to check Sora's breathing. "You were supposed to be monitoring her."

"I checked on her and she—"

Kakashi waived a hand "I got her. Please, just go." Was he angry?

"Somebody give me her chart, please," he called to the nurses.

Sakura walked slowly out of the room and into the hallway, her head bowed down to the ground.

Anko came walking up to her. "You get a 9-1-1 , you page me immediately. Not in the five minutes it takes you to get to the emergency. Immediately." Sakura walked past her. "You're on my team and if somebody dies, it's my ass. You hear me? Haruno!"

Sakura pushed her way through a door.

"Sakura?" Ino called out, seeing her walk as if she were a zombie. She was making her way for the door outside.

Once outside, she began running through the rain to a nearby tree and started to gag, eventually vomiting quite a bit. Ino had followed her outside. She looked down at the ground, waiting for Sakura to finish.

Sakura swallowed hard and walked back to enter the hospital. "If you tell anyone, ever..."

Ino let her walk back in without a word.

HOUR 24

"You said it was a seizure disorder," Mr. Okuma detailed. "Now you're saying it isn't?"

"I'm saying that I don't know," Kakashi admitted.

"What do you think it could be?" The father persisted.

"I don't know."

"When will you?" He was getting aggravated. Upset parents can make an issue and even bigger one.

Kakashi's voice was low. "I don't have an answer. For now, Sora is stable, and—"

"Wait one damn minute." Mr. Okuma put his finger to Kakashi's chest. "We came here because this hospital is supposed to be the best in the Land of Fire." He pointed. "That's my kid in there. My kid. And you have the audacity to stand here and tell me, ''l don't know.""

"Mr. Okuma—"

"No, I want a doctor who knows what they're doing. You get me someone else, better than you."

Kakashi ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. "I am working hard on Sora's case—"

"No, you're not. If you were, you'd be able to give me some answers."

"I put you on a bypass machine, which pumps blood for your heart. Fix your ticker, take you off the machine, I'm done. Simple procedure," Kiba explained to the bacon-man from earlier.

"So I shouldn't worry?" The man asked.

"I'm very good at what I do. It still is surgery. There are some risks." Kiba wanted to be entirely truthful, because complications can arise at any time for any reason. There are no absolutes in this field.

He smiled. "I'll see you in the O.R. this afternoon, Mr. Morimoto." He then left to attend to other matters before having to scrub for the man's surgery.

Lee walked up.

"You're not gonna leave me alone with that guy, are you?" Mr. Morimoto was a tad frightened by Kiba, even though Lee couldn't find his vein to save his life before, but Lee seemed softer.

"Oh, I'll be outside the O.R. the whole time. Dr. Inuzuka is very good. Don't worry. I'll see you after.

"He'll be fine, right?" His wife was reasonably worried as well.

Lee turned. "He'll sail through. You have nothing to worry about. I promise."

"What are you doing?" Sakura asked Ino who was messing with a banana in her lap.

"Suturing a banana with the vain hope that it wakes up my brain," she said as if it were obvious.

Lee chuckled.

"What are you smiling at, 007?" Ino poked.

…

…

"I'm sorry. I get mean when I'm tired."

Lee stuck his nose in the air. "You know what? I don't care. I comforted a family, and I get to hang out in the O.R. today. All is well."

Ino sighed. "Does anybody know why we're here?"

All the available interns had been paged to the conference room not too long ago—all unaware of the reason.

"Good morning." Kakashi walked into the room. I'm gonna do something rare for a surgeon." He walked around the table at the center of the room. "I'm gonna ask interns for help." There were murmurs. "I've got this kid, Sora Okuma." Sakura looked away. "Right now, she's a mystery. She doesn't respond to our meds. Labs are clean, scans are pure, but she's having grand mal seizures with no visible cause. She's a ticking clock. She's gonna die if I don't make a diagnosis, which is where you come in. I can't do it alone. I need your extra minds, extra eyes." Temari tied her hair up as if preparing for battle. "I need you to play detective. I need you to find out why Sora's having seizures. "I know you're tired, and have more work than you could possibly handle. I understand, so, I'm gonna give you an incentive. Whoever finds the answer rides with me." He looks at Sakura. "Sora needs surgery. You get to do what no interns get to do: scrub in to assist on an advanced procedure." Ino sat straight up, ready to go and solve not just this mystery, but all the mysteries ever. "Dr. Mitarashi's gonna hand you Sora's chart. The clock is ticking fast. If we're gonna save Sora's life, we do it soon." He took his exit, and all the interns scrambled for the copies of Sora's chart on the table.

"Did you just page me?" Sasuke drawled.

"Yes. 4-B is still short of breath," the nurse commented.

Sasuke sighed. "Give the antibiotics time to work."

She pressed on. "They should have worked by now."

He opened 4-B's chart. "She's old. She's freaking ancient. She's lucky she's still breathing." He closed it and plopped it into the nurse's arms. "I got a shot to scrub in downstairs on a patient who wasn't alive during the 1st Shinobi War. Don't page me again."

Sakura overheard the conversation and rolled her eyes. Ino spotted her.

"Hey, I want in on Hatake's surgery. You've been the intern on Sora since the start. Want to work together? Find the answer, we have a 50-50 chance of scrubbing in."

They were walking down the hall now.

"I'll work with you, but I don't want in on the surgery," Sakura breathed.

"It's the biggest opportunity any intern will get," Ino explained.

"I don't want to spend any more time with Hatake than I have to."

"What do you have against Hatake?"

"If we find the answer, the surgery's yours." Sakura was serious. "Do you want to work together or not?"

Ino smiled. Sakura's loss was her gain. "Deal."

They had been sitting on the library floor for the past two hours. Open books surrounding them.

"She doesn't have anoxia, renal failure or acidosis. It's not a tumor, her CT's clean," Ino was thinking aloud. "You're not gonna tell me why you won't work with Hatake?"

"No. What about infection?"

Ino flipped through her notes. "No, there's no white count. She has no CT lesions, no fevers, nothing in her spinal tap." She breathed. "Just tell me."

Sakura paused. "…You can't comment, make a face or react in any way." Ino stared at her. "We had sex." She turned to face Ino.

There was silence. Ino opened her mouth, but promptly shut it. Then she opened it again. "What about an aneurysm?"

"No blood on the CT and no headaches." Sakura shook her head.

"There's no drug use, no pregnancy, no trauma….was he good? I mean, he looks like he'd be good."

Sakura stood up. "We're out of answers. What if no one comes up with anything?"

"You mean, what if she dies?"

"Yeah."

"This is gonna sound really bad, but I really wanted that surgery."

"She's just never gonna get the chance to turn into a person. The sum total of her existence will be almost winning Miss Teen whatever. You know what her pageant talent is?" Sakura looked down at Ino who was still on the floor.

"They have talent?" cracked Ino.

"Rhythmic gymnastics."

Ino chuckled. "Oh, come on."

Sakura was smiling now; most likely for the first time since the start of her 48-hour shift. "What is rhythmic gymnastics? I can't even say it, cause I don't know what it is."

The look on Sakura's face changed.

"I think it's something with a ball and a—what? Sakura, what?"

"Get up. Come on."

Sakura and Ino had discussed a few things as they were running through the halls looking for Kakashi.

"The only thing that she would possibly need is an angiogram," Ino started. "Oh, Dr. Hatake! Just a moment."

They reached him just as he was getting into an elevator.

Ino placed her hand on the elevator door to keep it from closing. "Sora competes in beauty pageants."

He looked up. "I know that, but we have to save her life anyway." He went back to looking at a patient's chart.

She began again. "She has no headaches, no neck pain, her CT is clean. There's no medical proof of an aneurysm—"

The elevator started to close but Ino pushed it back open. "—but what if she has an aneurysm anyway?"

Kakashi shook his head. "There are no indicators—"

"Oh, but she twisted her ankle practicing a few weeks ago."

"I appreciate you trying to help…"

Sakura spoke up. "When she twisted her ankle, she fell. It was no big deal, not even a bump on the head. She got up, iced her ankle, and everything was fine. It was a fall so minor, her doctor didn't think to mention it when I was taking her history, but she did fall."

Ino pushed the elevator open again.

"You know what the chance is, that a fall could burst an aneurysm? One in a million, literally," Kakashi pointed out, unconvinced. The elevator door closed. It seemed they lost their case. They started to walk away when the elevator dinged and opened again.

"Let's go," he said, walking past them.

Sakura looked at Ino. "Where?"

"To find out if Sora's one in a million," he replied.

After Sora was scanned once more, and the films were ready, they looked.

Kakashi's mouth was open. "I'll be damned. There it is."

"It's tiny, but it's there," added the Sonographer.

"It's a subarachnoid hemorrhage. She's bleeding into her brain. She could have gone through her entire life without it ever being a problem. One tap in the right spot and—"

"It exploded," Ino finished.

"Now I can fix it." He smiled.

They walked to the main desk.

"You two did great work. Love to stay, but I got to tell Sora's parents she's having surgery. Sora Okuma's chart, please," he asked the nurse behind the counter.

"Here you go."

"Dr. Hatake, you said that you'd pick someone to scrub in if we helped?" Ino croaked.

He looked up. "Oh, yes, right. Um I'm sorry I can't take you both. It's gonna be a full house." He nodded. "Sakura, I'll see you in the O.R."

Ino was still a moment, waiting for Sakura to tell him she didn't want to scrub in, but Sakura didn't say anything. Ino looked behind her at Sakura, who just looked back at her. Kakashi thanked the nurse and walked away to inform the parents. Ino turned and walked the other direction.

"Ino," Sakura called after her.

Kiba walked out of the O.R. to a waiting Lee.

"Wow, that was quick," Lee beamed.

"His heart had too much damage for a bypass. I had to let him go." He turned on the faucet. "It happens, rarely, but it does happen. The worst part of the game."

Lee was staring through the clear glass that separated the Scrub Room from the O.R. There Mr. Morimoto lay. He had a hard time processing for a moment. "B-But I told his wife—I told her that he would be fine. I promised her that—"

Kiba turned the faucet off, his eyes on Lee's. "You what?"

"They have four little girls—"

"Who the hell are you to promise anything. This is my case. Did you hear me, promise?!" Lee was frozen. "The only one that can keep a promise like that, is Kami-sama himself, and I haven't seen him holding a scalpel lately. You never promise a patient's family a good outcome!"

"I thought—"

"You think you're important enough to make promises to Mrs. Morimoto?" He points. "You get to be the one to tell her that she's a widow." Kiba slams his way out of the Scrub Room, leaving a withering Lee.

Temari opens her mouth to speak to a pouting Ino.

"Temari, don't."

"Maybe Sakura couldn't—"

"Temari."

Sakura walks in to where the other two are sitting. "I'll tell him I changed my mind."

Ino waives a hand. "Don't do me any favors. It's fine. You did a cutthroat thing. Deal with it. Don't come to me for absolution. You want to be a shark, be a shark."

"I'm not—"

"Oh, yes you are. Only it makes you feel bad in your warm, gooey places. No, screw you. I don't get picked for surgeries 'cause I slept with my boss, and I didn't get into med school 'cause I have a famous mother. Some of us have to earn what we get." Ino continued to peel at the label of the water bottle that was in her hands.

Sakura turned around and walked out.

Lee peaked his way into the waiting room. He spotted Mrs. Morimoto and two other family members, it seemed. He sighed.

The family stood when they saw Lee.

"Mrs. Morimoto, there were complications in the surgery. Your husband's heart had a lot of damage. We tried to take him off bypass, but there wasn't anything we could have done."

She shook her head. "What are you talking about?"

"Your husband died. He's dead."

Her face is blank.

"Mrs. Morimoto I-I am so sorry—"

"Thank you." She stuck a hand out for him to not come any closer.

He did anyway.

"Please go away," she shrieked.

He did so as the woman cried out loudly. He couldn't help the guilt and remorse that hit him like a train.

HOUR 40

Sakura walked in a room to see Kakashi shaving Sora's head in preparation for surgery.

He looked up at her. "I promised I'd make her look cool. Apparently, being a bald beauty queen is the worst thing that happened in the history of the world."

"Did you choose me for the surgery because I slept with you?" Sakura asked, getting right to the point. Her arms were crossed.

"Yes." He rolled over to the other side of Sora to get a better angle.

"I'm kidding," he huffed, once he realized she was serious.

Sakura leaned up against the door frame. "Im not gonna scrub in for surgery. You should ask Ino. She really wants it."

"You're Sora's doctor. And on your first day, with little training, you helped save her life. You earned the right to follow her case through to the finish." He looks around Sakura, to the people within earshot. His voice is low. "You shouldn't let the fact that we had sex get in the way of you taking your shot."

It was night now, and both Sakura and Lee were sitting outside getting some much needed fresh air.

"I wish I wanted to be a chef or a ski instructor or a kindergarten teacher," Sakura spoke.

"You know, I would have been a really good postal worker," Lee added. "I'm dependable."

Sakura giggled.

"You know, my parents tell everyone they meet that their son's a surgeon…as if it's a big accomplishment. Superhero or something. If they could see me now."

Sakura looked at him. "When I told my mother I wanted to go to medical school, she tried to talk me out of it. Said I didn't have what it takes to be a surgeon, that I'd never make it. So the way I see it, superhero sounds pretty damn good."

Lee lifted one corner of his mouth into a weak smile. "We're gonna survive this, right?"

"She's still short of breath. Did you get an ABG or a chest film?" The Chief of Surgery, Jiraiya, asked.

"Oh, yes, sir, I did," Sasuke nodded.

"And what did you see?"

"I had a lot of patients last night," was Sasuke's only response.

Sakura wasn't too far away and just couldn't believe this guy.

Jiraiya, hands now on his hips said, "name the common causes of post-op fever."

"Uh, yes." Sasuke dipped into his lab coat for his index cards.

"From your head, not from a book. Don't look it up. Learn it. It should be in your head." He asked again. "Name the common causes of post-op fever."

"Uh the common causes of post—"

"Can anybody name the common causes of post-op fever?" He yelled so the whole floor could hear him. Many interns pulled out their notes.

"Wind, water, wound, walking, wonder drugs. The five W's. Most of the time, it's wind, splinting or pneumonia." Jiraiya walked toward her. "Pneumonia's easy to assume, especially if you're too busy to do the tests." She looked at Sasuke. He glared at her.

"What do you think's wrong with 4-B?" Jiraiya knew she would know.

"The fourth W, walking. Ithink she's a prime candidate for a pulmonary embolus."

"How would you diagnose?" He prodded.

"Spiral CT, VlQ scan, provide O2, dose with heparin and consult for an lVC filter."

Jiraiya tunred around to face Sasuke. "Do exactly as she says, then tell your resident that I want you off this case."

Sasuke nodded.

Jiraiya walked back over to Sakura. "I'd know you anywhere. You're the spitting image of your mother. Welcome to the game."

Sakura walked into the O.R. after scrubbing in.

Kakashi looked at her. "All right, everybody. It's a beautiful night to save lives. Let's have some fun."

I can't think of any one reason why I want to be a surgeon, but I can think of 1,000 reasons why I should quit.

Sakura observes as Kakashi operates, as the assistants bustle around, doing certain tasks, all for the same goal: saving Sora's life.

They make it hard on purpose. There are lives in our hands. There comes a moment when it's more than just a game

Kakashi motions for Sakura to come over and take a look at what he's doing. She peers into one of the microscopes pointed at Sora's brain. Sakura looks up and smiles at Kakashi, who returns her smile with an even bigger one.

-and you either take that step forward or turn around and walk away. I could quit, but here's the thing I love the playing field.

HOUR 48

Ino walks out of the gallery to find a sitting Sakura.

"It was a good surgery," Ino admits.

"Yeah."

"We don't have to do that thing where I say something and then you say something, and then somebody cries, and there's a moment," Ino drones.

"Yuck."

"Good," Ino looks at Sakura. "You should get some sleep. You look like crap."

Sakura looks at Ino now. "I look better than you."

"That's not possible," Ino replies as she gets up and leaves.

Kakashi walks out, placing the chart on the counter of the nurse's station. Sakura looks at him. "That was amazing."

"Hmm."

"You practice on cadavers, you observe and you think you know what you're gonna feel like standing over that table, but…that was such a high. I don't know why anybody does drugs."

His expression softens. "Yeah."

She looks down, not able to hold eye contact any longer. "Yeah."

He shakes his head and smiles. "I should, uh, go do this." His voice is gentle.

"You should." She nods.

"I'll see you around."

"See you around."

So, I made it through my first shift. We all did. The other interns are all good people. You'd like them I think. I don't know, maybe. I like them.

Sakura leaves the hospital and drives to the care home. Once inside, a receptionist points in a direction. Sakura thanks her.

Oh, and I changed my mind. I'm not gonna sell the house. I'm gonna keep it. I'll have to get a couple of roommates, but it's home, you know?

"Are you the doctor?"

"No. I'm not your doctor, but I am a doctor." Sakura smiles.

The lady fidgets in her seat. "What's your name?"

"It's me, Mom. Sakura." They were sitting in a sitting-room of sorts. It looked like a study.

"All right." She nods. "I used to be a doctor, I think."

Sakura grabs her mother's hand. "You were a doctor, Mom. You were a surgeon."

A/N: If you've made it through the first Chapter, thank you so much! I hope you are enjoying what you've read so far. And if you do, please do not hesitate to tell me so, whether that be a review, follow, or favorite. I will be waiting to start on Chapter 2 until further response from a majority of people.

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