Whoops
"Thank you, Sakura. However, this next one will require a bit more cooperation; I won't be able to place it in the container myself. You'll have to take it from me." Itachi said, apparently perfectly calm despite the thick, almost black blood pouring from where his right eye should have been.
Sakura felt like screaming. Nothing she had ever done under Tsunade had been anything like this. People weren't supposed to just mutilate themselves and act like nothing was happening.
Itachi's hand came back up, shaking slightly. There was another popping noise, and Sakura heard someone behind her make a vomiting noise. She couldn't tell who it was: she was too busy trying not to do the same herself.
The hand came back, opened upward. Sakura shut her eyes tightly at the site of Sasuke's eye staring at her, and placed her hand under Itachi's.
There was a moment of silence, and then a dull plopping sound.
Sakura cracked her eye open the tiniest bit, curious what the noise was.
She looked down, and found Itachi's hand turned over, Sasuke's eye no longer in it.
Her own hand was turned upward, ready to receive Sasuke's eye.
It was about two inches to the left of Itachi's hand.
Sakura looked farther down. Sasuke's eye was lying on the dusty ground, looking dirty but otherwise intact.
Itachi cocked his eyeless head to the side. "Sakura? Did you just-"
Sakura nodded, then realised that Itachi couldn't possibly tell she was. So instead, she tried to apologize as deeply as possible: to craft the most caring, inoffensive, desperate apology in her life. She opened her mouth.
What came out could possibly been interpreted as a choked, quivering, "Whoops."
Itachi just sighed. "Pick it up, please."
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What? It totally could have happened.
(In case you couldn't tell, this is an alternate take on one of my scenes from my other story, Not Sick. Hopefully, you found it momentarily funny.)