Prompt: Addicted.
At one point, when the war escalated, Sound began taking prisoners and then returning them to Leaf, broken and drugged out of their minds. Even when they had their sanity stored, their minds still crawled with addiction. Kabuto was a clever one that way.
The Leaf was lucky to have Tsunade, Shizune, and now, Sakura. They devised cures--no, just treatments really--that would eventually erase the torture of need from their patients' corrupted minds.
Sakura knew she was doing a good thing, and it kept her busy, kept her awake instead of asleep and darkly dreaming of the friends and lovers she couldn't help--
--Naruto losing himself more and more to the demon within as he fought to protect the Leaf, Ino throwing herself into fights she had no business taking because on some days she was their last chance, Lee seeming to open another Gate on every new mission--
--Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke--
--Sasuke.
Sakura knew she was doing good, but sometimes at the end of the day she would sit on one of the few empty hospital beds, when there were any left at all, and she would look at a syringe full of the treatment for the addicted as Sasuke's face played through her mind, as she imagined what he would taste like on her mouth.
Then she got up and put the needle and the medicine away for another night.