Hey! I'm on a roll here, right? Second chapter in a week, I think? Probably because I've been sick for a whole week now and didn't have to go to school... Anyway!
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine.
*Something to keep in mind*- In this story, medics and doctors don't always work the same, 'kay?
Itachi hated going to get his checkup. His parents always got their useless hopes up which inevitably made his go up too. Every time, they heard the same news. They listed off his symptom: a cough.
"We don't know what's causing the coughs," the medic said. "We scanned the lungs; we found nothing wrong."
Fugaku glowered at him. "You said there had been a breakthrough, and that's why we came," he stated coldly. "Are you wasting my time, sir? I'm a busy man." The medic gulped.
"N-not at all!" he stuttered, a drop of sweat dripping down his neck. "We have developed a medicine of sorts, to treat the symptoms temporarily."
"The symptoms?" Mikoto voiced, obviously angered. Fugaku placed a hand on her arm and shook his head. The medic nodded nervously.
"It will make Itachi more...comfortable." Itachi winced. He wasn't pleased by the idea of taking medicine every day. Also, the medic made it sound as if it would...get significantly worse. While his wife was huffing and puffing, Fugaku sighed in defeat.
"Very well. Give us the medication," he resigned. The medic nodded, obviously pleased at the purchase of his products. He handed a clipboard with the prescription on it, needing Fugaku's signature as a sign of his approval, as well as a pen. Fugaku scribbled his name hastily on the form.
"Good choice, sir. I assure you-" he was interjected by Fugaku's unusually direct impoliteness.
"I don't need any more of your damn assurances. You've broken all the promises you've made so shut the hell up." The medic gaped at the clan head as he shoved the clipboard into his chest. A rare sight to be seen, Fugaku picked his son up by the waist and carried him out of the examination room. Itachi allowed himself to rest his head upon his father's shoulder. It was...upsetting, what the medics had said.
Mikoto was obviously frustrated and surely, by now, hated the medic. It was never the same medic, but they were all hated pretty equally. They always thought they were superior with their knowledge, which wasn't all that much to tell the truth. If they couldn't cure her son, they had no right to brag. A random family stared and pointed at the strange scene between the two forces, and Mikoto shot a dangerous look at them. No matter how rare it was for an Uchiha to be seen in the hospital, they should not find amusement in her son's ailment. The couple walked to the medicine counter, handed over a copy of the prescription, and received the medication. Fugaku furrowed his eyes at the sight of the bottle. He almost could not believe it. This was almost ordinary cough medicine besides an extra amino acid! Begrudgingly, he gripped the bottle with an iron grip.
He hated medics.
Kinda short, eh? Reviews are greatly appreciated, my loves!
