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So I'm actually kind of proud of this chapter... almost.
Day 2 (cont)
A doctor shoved rudely passed Itachi and rushed in the room. The door was shut behind him, cutting Itachi off from all conversation. For some unknown reason to him, he remained in the hallway, waiting for the door to open.
His mind wandered as he waited in the hallway. The overpowering scent of ammonia, blood, and metal irritated his eyes and nose. He slid down to the ground and leaned against the wall, staring at the door across from him. The hall was unbearably quiet now and his heartbeat seemed extremely loud. He closed his eyes and waited.
His patience was rewarded about an hour later. The door opened and the teammates exited the room. They looked at him with startled expressions, but continued on their way. The last one, the blonde Kyuubi boy stopped and stared at him.
"I didn't see you at the funeral," he muttered, almost unheard by the stoic Uchiha.
"I was other wise engaged," Itachi replied, emotionlessly.
He shrugged noncommittally. "I thought you woulda come since you were the one that brought him back. I thought you had changed. I guess you always were a cold-hearted bastard." He walked away, not saying another word.
Itachi didn't move. The boy's words had struck a tender chord in his heart. He no longer wanted to stay there. He stood to his feet and turned to go when the doctor left the room. Rationalizing that he had sat there for so long for a reason, Itachi acknowledged the doctor.
"Excuse me," Itachi stopped him. "Who is that girl in there?"
"Haruno Sakura, Uchiha-san."
"I see. What is her malady?"
The man shook his head. "Heart failure. The only way to save her is a heart transplant. But there is no donor available so it's unlikely she'll live through her next seizure."
"When will that be?"
He shrugged. "Who knows."
"Ah."
The doctor left Itachi and he continued to watch the closed door.
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