I do not own Naruto...unfortunately

Sakura knew. She knew someone had invaded her mind. Her privacy. She barely managed to block the yamanaka from seeing anything that would give away the future. As far as they knew, she was just a seasoned war veteran who had just lost a loved one. She didn't like showing that memory, but it was necessary to gain their sympathy.

She made sure that they knew that they could never enter her mind again. To the outside eye, Sakura looked like she was in a deep sleep. Being put through Ibiki's torture and infiltration program had helped tremendously in that aspect.

But it didn't work for long.

"We know you're awake, you can stop pretending." Hesitantly, Sakura opened her eyes. She panicked, Sasuke's face flashed in front of her for a second. Sakura bolted out of the hospital bed, instinctively reaching for her absent weapons pouch.

"Calm down, Haruno-san." The senju hokage said, "You are safe now." Sakura let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, and sat down on the hospital bed, sighing in defeat.

"Are you satisfied?" She said, confusing the men in the room. "With my memories, I mean. Have you decided that I am not a threat?" Madara tensed as she flared her chakra. But quickly recovered.

"No, we have not yet decided that you are not a threat." Hashirama glared at him. "At least I have not decided yet." He concluded.

"I apologize for the intrusion into your mind, but it was the only choice we had. We had to know if you were an enemy, seeing as you practically fell from the sky." Hashirama said, giving a quick bow of apology towards Sakura.

"That's just it, you did fall from the sky, miss Haruno." Madara said, narrowing his eyes. "What is the explanation for this?" Sakura furrowed her brows in concentration. There was suddenly a sharp pain behind her eyes, and she winced, bringing a hand up to rub her forehead.

"I...Can't remember." She said, almost disbelievingly. The pain grew to infinite levels as she concentrated harder, "aah!" She clutched her aching head, hoping to null the pain. focus on other things things I like: Puppies, kitties, rainbows, yellow, blue, Naruto… The pain went as suddenly as it came, replaced by sadness. Her vision fogged up as she realized three things:

She was alone, isolated in the past.

No one would know her here.

And even if she managed to get to her time, there was no one left to know.

She silently sobbed, forgetting entirely that she was in the presence of two shinobi legends.

Madara was shocked. Who did this to her? What did this? All three of them had seen the carnage of her war, but who could be capable of such a thing? Thousands upon thousands had lain dead on that battlefield. He watched the kunoichi with concealed awe. Hashirama put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her in her sorrow.

Time seemed to slow down. She grabbed the hand and twisted it to the side, coming around his back and restraining him in an arm hold. Her hand gripped his wrist so hard that you could see her white knuckles tremble beneath the skin. Hashirama grunted as she completed her take-down, forcing his face meet the floor. Once again breaking his newly healed nose.

Three seconds, that's all it took. Sakura then fled down the hallway, leaving Hashirama dazed on the floor, mumbling obscene words that would have made his mother turn in her grave. idiot… I thought as I left the room to follow the pinkette, only to find her in the room next door, performing a miracle.

I had meant to escape, to run, find something that would prove that, in fact, I was not stuck in the past. But the sight before me had just thrown that possibility out the window. Amputation. Amputation. My time had long since abandoned such procedures. But here, these doctors-no, I refuse to call them as such. These butchers, were about to saw off a poor man's leg.

My body moved on auto pilot, shoving away the protesting doctors, I examined the wound. I winced. The cut was infected and oozing pus-tinted blood. "How long has this man been here?" I said, venom dripping from my words. A doctor stepped forward and shakily pushed up his glasses.

"About three days, bu-" "Three days! You people call yourselves doctors?! The wound was not even cleaned, you should be fired for malpractice!" I yelled, horrified at their lack of effort. The doctor clenched his jaw in annoyance. I ignored him, hands lighting with a familiar forest green effortlessly. I grimaced as I ran a diagnosis. "He's been poisoned." The doctors made an audible gasp, having not realized this. Any later and they might have actually had to amputate.

"I'm going to need two bowls, lots of hot water, and these herbs," I looked around the room, locating a pen and paper, and wrote down the plants I needed and how much. I handed it to one of the doctors, who was openly gaping at me.

"Do what the woman says," my eyes widened in shock. Madara leaned against the doorframe, a nonchalant look on his face. "Succeed, and I will no longer consider you a threat." his eyes narrowed, momentarily flashing red. "But should you fail..." My hands trembled slightly. I looked to the man in the hospital bed, solidifying my resolve. I nodded at him,

"I will not fail." I turned towards the patient. I breathed in, and out, forcing my nervousness to a corner of my mind. An Iryo-nin must be calm, a single slip up could mean death for a patient, or in this case, a leg.

"We have everything you asked for, miss!" Madara moved from his place in the doorway to make room for them to pass. I looked over what they had brought, making sure I would have extra of everything, just in case. I took the two large bowls of water, and placed them on a empty gurney to the left of the patient. After placing all needed tools in their place, I washed my hands in the sink.

"We will now begin the procedure, are you ready?" The doctors looked at Madara skeptically, who nodded at them. They mimicked me, washing their hands in the sink, and stood at the ready near the patient. "Hai!" They shouted.

I noticed the man's headband sitting on the bedside table, Konoha's emblem stamped proudly on its metal surface. This man was a shinobi. If he lost his leg, his career would be over with no chance of recovery. That's practically a death sentence to a ninja, nothing is worse.

I put my hand in one of the bowls of water, using my chakra to pull out a small sphere of the hot liquid. I paused, and looked up at their stunned faces, "Hold him down, although he is unconscious, the pain will be immense and I will not be able to heal him properly if he moves." I ordered.

One doctor, a short girl with long, purple-ish hair pulled up into a bun, gulped and nodded, holding down one of the man's arms. The other two doctors looked at each other and followed suit, restraining the wounded shinobi.

I continued with the surgery. I filled my free hand with chakra and held it on one side of the cut, and started to push the small sphere of water into the infected area. The man clenched his teeth in pain, a testament to his will, seeing as most men would be crying for their mothers at this point. He thrashed around, but was held firmly in place by my assistants.

I drew the water towards my free hand through an incision on his thigh. I repeated the process thirty-five times, the other bowl of hot water was filled to the brim with mucky poison. I rubbed the herbs into the injury to dull further pain. I could feel multiple eyes on me as I closed the wound completely, leaving only a thin scar of a reminder. I wiped my brow, feeling fatigue catch up with me. I had less than one fourth of my chakra left, which was impressive, as I had only a bit less than two fourths to start with. A hand clamped onto my shoulder, steadying my shaky legs,

"You did well, Haruno-san" Madara said in a deep voice, but I could barely hear him. My vision became fuzzy before I drifted into peaceful unconsciousness…