"D-Dr. Haruno, there's a patient asking for you."
Sakura turns her head, keeping her arms still, lodged as they are in the chest cavity of a patient. "I'm a bit busy." Sakura redirects her attention back to the patient, stitching along the intestinal wall. She sighs as the weight of the intern's gaze on her back. "What?"
"Well, he's not exactly asking. Demanding really—shouting."
Sakura looks up at the resident across from her. "Take over here."
Sakura washes up and follows the intern out the door.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Haruno, I didn't know what to do; he was just so angry and y'know I've heard the rumors about him." Sakura's stomach drops. "His yelling was bothering the other patients and-"
"Is there a name attached to this infamous patient?" Sakura asks, mouth firming as she hears an all too familiar voice shouting abuses to the staff. "Yagura!" She stops, crossing her arms as the man careens out of one of the rooms, wearing a suit and looking far too well for her to be pulled out of surgery. "Why am I not surprised? Why are you raining down curses upon the staff who are here saving lives?"
"Because they're incompetent fools not worth the air they breathe," he mutters, fiddling compulsively with his tie.
Sakura picks up the file, flipping through it. "You're not the patient."
"No, I am." Sakura peeks into the room, making eye contact with the behemoth on the bed. His chest is bare and Sakura can make out the deep scars running around the gauze. His expression is sheepish as he says, "I'm so sorry for the big fuss. He worries."
Sakura's smile gentles as she glances at Yagura out of the corner of her eye. "I can see that. Well, Mr. Hoshigaki, it says here you were shot with a bullet?"
"Grazed, really," he says, putting his hand out for her to shake. "I've heard a lot about you, Dr. Haruno; please, call me Kisame."
"Kisame," Sakura repeats, taking his hand and ignoring Yagura's frantic gestures at the side. "I look forward to getting to know you much better these next few days."