Needles
"Ugh…"
Sakura did not fancy this task.
She also did not fancy running around after one Akimichi to try and calm him the FUCK down.
Chouji stood in one corner, seemingly failing to blend with the dull colors of the wall. He seemed to shrink even more when she approached closer, a needle in her hand.
"Just calm down, okay? It won't hurt." she tried.
He tried to climb the wall like a possessed person but only managed to knock things over, making Sakura even more irritated.
He was fifteen for crying out loud.
The large boy stared at the needle, shaking his head frantically.
"Come one Chouji, I said it won't hurt!"
"No! I hate needles!" he exclaimed, attempting to hug the wall but realizing it wasn't working. "You don't understand. There was this one time wher—"
"I don't care! If you're so afraid of needles, stop getting food poisoned."
Chouji looked even more horrified.
Sakura slumped her shoulders in an attempt to look less intimidating. "Just… trust me. We passed the Chunin exam together, right? You can do it."
He stared at her blankly. "You didn't do anything."
It has officially spilled out of the glass.
The young medic leaped aggressively across the room, clutching him from behind. Chouji thrashed around, failing to get her off his back.
She hit a nerve on his neck, instantly knocking him unconscious.
Sakura sighed, but instead of being relived, she felt a tightening in her chest and immediately regretted doing that to him.
She didn't appreciate last time it was done to her and he'd probably feel the same.
Getting that aside -as there was plenty of time at night to ponder about it- Sakura slid her friend's pajamas down to his waist and embedded the needle in the fleshiness.
She left him lying motionlessly on the floor, not bothering to carry him back to the bed.
She could carry him to his bed.
And damn it, who got them out of the forest last time!