A/N - And chapter seven is finally complete, after twenty days, it's done. I really struggled with this chapter and for those keeping up with my message board on Wattpad, a few of you will know that I've been very busy. Shortly after posting chapter six, I got an interview for a job and, shortly after, I did get the job.

For the past week and a half, I was receiving training at my new job. I work the overnight shift there so, for the majority of the night, I am by myself for almost ten and a half hours - yes, I work full-time again… yay! However, getting used to working overnight that long has been pretty taxing on my sleep schedule and, out of everything - learning all the codes on the machines I work with, the register, paperwork upon paperwork - trying to figure out a good sleep schedule for me has been the hardest and most taxing thing ever.

However, I do feel a lot better now, though. I have a better sleep schedule to match my overnight work and have managed to squeeze writing into those cracks. But that's enough out of me, enjoy the chapter!

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Naruto had read books similar to the state the village was in now. On his off-days where he'd take time to relax because Iruka constantly insisted he was going to work himself to death, he'd pick up some fiction books from the library. Most told tales of heroes saving the day and finally getting the love of their life - simple stories like that always brought a smile to his face.

But amongst those were a couple with darker tales, where it feels like the world stands still, silent. Where the air feels thick, where villages feel like ghost towns even with people still walking around. It's reading someone being so completely shell-shocked that their body sways with the wind and their eyes are dark, gray - devoid, his mind supplied.

It's how his village was now.

Naruto had never seen Konohagakure like this. People in varying groups scrambling around the streets, some screaming and crying in alleyways, outwardly sobbing in the middle of the road. They mourned and grieved violently, their tears ran tracks that stayed on their faces for days. Their puffy, red eyes showed pain much greater than the blond could perceive. The way their hands clawed at their chest made Naruto shiver.

He couldn't blame the village-wide pain everyone was feeling - it was to be expected after such a massacre that had taken place in the Uchiha compound late one night.

It was hard not to hear about what had taken place only three days ago - it was all anyone talked about in the wake of such painful deaths. It was scary too, to think that a single member of the Uchiha clan had chosen genocide and slaughtered all those innocent people - it made his stomach clench painfully tight. Their bodies were found mangled and bloody only an hour after the incident. Through the horrors lies only one, single living Uchiha, the murderer's little brother, one eight-year-old academy student.

Sasuke Uchiha.

To be frank, Naruto wasn't all that familiar with the other boy other than knowing his class rank in the academy - number one, mind you - and that all the girls in their class fawned over him on the days before their summer break. He was kind if he remembered correctly, with soft smiles and constantly talking about how his big brother was 'the coolest ninja ever' - how the tides have turned, his mind cooed without prompting. Although the blond had never held a conversation long enough past formal greeting with Sasuke, he could feel a sense of pain deeper than he was willing to dissect towards the 'Last Uchiha' in Konohagakure.

Following the days after the Uchiha's genocide, Naruto found himself more often than not wanting to go to the hospital where Sasuke was currently recovering and console him. He could only imagine what was going on through the raven-haired boy's head during his time of grieving. However, Naruto knew it wasn't his place to do such. They weren't friends; he could probably count the number of times they've spoken to one another on one hand. It wouldn't be right for a stranger to announce, "Sorry for your loss."

He's sure that that would probably only make Sasuke feel worse.

So, even though every fiber in his being called him to make an appearance in front of the lone Uchiha, Naruto stayed away. He continued to go to his summer courses and then, later, he'd find himself back at his apartment, continuing his medic studies. This went on for another few days before the ceremonial funeral was held for all the Uchihas who'd lost their lives that night. A line as long as the village itself appeared that day, people lining up to grieve for their loved one or the clan as a whole. The blond-haired academy student watched the funeral procession from the balcony of his apartment.

For a while, he thought about going to mourn the fallen clan but, for the second time, decided to separate himself from the event again. He didn't want to take a spot in line from a person who had someone to mourn, to say farewell to. Naruto's eyebrows furrowing - how many people had lost the love of their life or their best friend, their fellow teammates or classmates?

Out of everyone, he had lost no one.

Before Sasuke and he had met in their class, Naruto had never spoken with another Uchiha. Maybe that's why he doesn't feel the same deep sadness that the rest of the village feels. It made him feel… well, a bit worthless as if his feelings were wrong for not being able to grieve over someone he didn't know. He mentioned this sentiment to Iruka a few days after the funeral, doodling over his notebook during a break they'd taken in their lesson.

Iruka had paused, sitting beside the blond on one of the benches in the classroom before draping a comforting arm around his shoulders and giving him a side-hug. In a soft voice with a smile in his eyes, the man merely stated, "It's okay to feel like that, Naruto. This is a feeling most, if not all shinobi feel. People we don't know that we're supposed to protect die all the time and we may feel a sense of sadness that they died wrongfully but we do not grieve in the same way their loved ones might. Where we felt that we did a great injustice to the ones who fell, others mourn. It's alright if you don't grieve the Uchiha clan like the rest of the village does."

And Naruto stopped and stared for a while at his teacher, "Iruka-sensei?"

"Yes?"

"Did you lose anyone?"

Iruka gave the eight-year-old a grim smile, blinking back tears that threatened to fall, "Yes, I did… I lost them all."

"Were they your friends?" The blond asked in a hushed voice, his stomach churning slightly.

"Yes…" The academy teacher hugged the boy tighter, hiding his face from view as silent tears fell.

There was a painful feeling in his chest, one that just wouldn't go away. What if he had lost Shikamaru or even Choji like the way people lost their loved ones during the Uchiha genocide? Finding out that they had been brutalized, killed, massacred - the thought of such a thing cut him deeply, like a knife that had been sitting in an open flame, burning through his flesh. And as Naruto pulled back from the hug, staring into wet brown eyes, he thought of what it would feel like to lose Iruka.

His throat closed. If he lost Iruka, the pain would no doubt kill him. Naruto blinked back tears of his own, just the thought of losing his teacher made his chest constrict. "I'm sorry to bring it up." He had felt hollow.

"No, never be sorry for asking a question." Iruka sniffled, moving a hand to wipe at his student's eyes, clearing the boy of any tears, "Your feelings are just as valid as anyone else. It's okay, Naruto." He pulled away and smiled softly, "Let's just get back to our lesson."

Naruto laid in his bed wide awake that night. He had tried getting his mind off the whole thing - the Uchiha massacre, his teacher's grief hidden behind dark, somber eyes, of the deep sadness running through the village - by immersing himself in his studies but nothing seemed to catch. It was frustrating - studying always came easy to him and it was one of his favorite pastimes. But now, it just felt like words on paper that melding together into things he couldn't understand.

It had been over an hour since he'd put away all his notebooks and books back into their proper places on the shelves by his desk. The loose papers he'd been slowly complying together over the last couple of weeks were decorated in a nice, neat pile in one of the four corners of his desk to be analyzed later. But when his line of sight followed his failed studying attempts sitting across the room, blue eyes found their way back to the four medical revival practice scrolls sitting on the top shelf. Months it had sat there, months that Naruto ignored its existence.

How many Uchihas were medics? Were there even any medics in their clan? The Uchiha clan was a very shinobi-based clan with a population of ninety-eight percent ninjas, the other two percent being the elderly and children who could no longer service the village in that way. And if they weren't ninjas in the sense of going on missions and reporting directly to the Hokage, they were working in the Uchiha-brand police force.

Would there still be some Uchiha members left if there had been a medic who could have saved their lives? Naruto's eyes narrowed at the scrolls still sitting across the room, a deep-seated anger pooling in his gut; the feeling was so sudden that it made his throat constrict. He sat up quickly, pushing the covers past his knees as the academy students slid out of bed, drawn to the torn, olden scrolls. Could a single medic have prevented the extinction of the Uchiha clan? Shaking hands pulled the four scrolls down, gripping the wooden handle pieces sticking out from either side of the scroll.

"These scrolls are meant to train medics on how to bring someone back to life…" His eyes softened, hands tracing the paper. He sat on the floor by his coffee table, laying the medical revival scroll out in front of him. The blond-haired academy student unrolled the scroll, hands tracing age marks and holes burned through the paper. "Why didn't they have a medic?" Naruto sneered, trying to hold back his tears, "All this grief could have been prevented if they had just had a medic…"

His hands flashed blue, chakra pouring from them into the paper underneath. The scroll ignited, drawing his attention as a fish poofed in existence. Unblinking, dead eyes stared back into blue ones. And there, the two stared. "Is this how you felt, Sasuke?" Naruto's mind cooed, sucking in a breath as a moment of dread flitted through the entirety of his being, "I'm sorry there wasn't a medic there for you and your family, Sasuke…"

And that was his tipping point, the reason for him to finally pick up the medical revival scroll and practice.

"-and that's how chakra passes through the chakra network in the body." Iruka finished the section by motioning with his hand to the heart where all chakra ends up. Naruto finally finished with the diagram of the body and the chakra network in one of his many notebooks, looking up after he'd recapped his pens. "Did you have any questions so far?" The academy teacher asked, a soft smile on his face.

"I don't think so." He returned the smile, looking up at the clock behind the man's head, "We still have a couple of hours left before class is over." He noted.

Iruka nodded, "Yes, well, you're getting these topics down much faster than I anticipated so I didn't have much planned ahead of schedule."

"Well, then maybe I can provide some courses." A new voice joined them from the hallway, a figure popping in from the doorway.

"Jiji!" Naruto exclaimed in surprise, jumping up from his seat and bounding over to the older man, "What are you doing here?"

Hiruzen smiled softly, setting down a bag he had with him on one of the many desks, "I had been meaning to drop by at some point to drop these off but I had some other… things to take care of beforehand." A dark look flitted over his face, one that didn't escape the academy teacher who had made his way over as well.

"What kind of things? Like meetings?" He asked, staring into the old man's eyes with a child's curiosity.

"Sort of." Instead of continuing, the Third Hokage starts pulling out some of the contents still hidden away in the bag, "I know it's too early to be celebrating your birthday, but I thought you would appreciate getting this gift as early as possible."

"You have my attention." Naruto giggled, leaning over the desk.

"I've collected these scrolls from my personal library." Hiruzen had to keep in his chuckle at seeing both the blond-haired boy's as well as Iruka's eyes widen in shock, "For nearly a year, you've been studying nonstop, practicing your chakra control through the last several months, and have learned many exercises. From what I've heard from Iruka, you've managed to master tree-walking and water-walking, correct?"

"Yes, sir!"

"I've seen him do it, sir." Iruka smiled softly, "It's amazing what he's accomplished in such a small amount of time."

"I would agree, Iruka." The Third Hokage started arranging the scrolls for Naruto to better see them, motioning for him to examine his gift, "For someone your age, Naruto, your chakra control is above average from what I've seen and heard. Not only will you be able to finally put those skills to the test eventually, but you will also be able to use the scrolls I am gifting to you to better your knowledge and experience."

"Thank you so much, Jiji, I really appreciate all this." He rolled the scrolls across the desk, hands cradling them softly, "You'll be pleased to know that I've already started practicing some medical ninjutsu."

"What?" Iruka blinked, eyes wide, "Since when?"

"This is the first I'm hearing of this as well." The older man looked concerned, "Naruto, you know that it's extremely dangerous to practice medical ninjutsu without a medical r-"

"Medical revival practice scroll, yeah, I know." The blond raised a hand, trying to soothe their worries, "I got four of them several months back but I'm only just now dabbling in it."

Hiruzen put a hand to his chin, rubbing it in thought, "While I am proud that you're finally picking up some medical ninjutsu, I don't really feel comfortable with you practicing that kind of ninjutsu without someone there to assist you in case you lose control and end up hurting yourself in an accident."

"Then, what do you suggest I do?" The blond-haired boy questioned.

"I have an old friend who works at the hospital - she's well-acquainted with medical ninjutsu and has been a doctor for almost - oh, I don't know - maybe twenty-eight years? Whenever you decide to pick up one of those scrolls again, go to the hospital sometime mid-day and ask for Dr. Kaiya Teruya." He stated.

"And she'll help me?" The words 'your kind' come to mind when thinking of anyone outside his social circle being of potential help.

"Yes."

"I'll try." He took a deep breath before nodding, smiling at the older man, "Thank you, Jiji. You've already helped me so much, how could I ever repay you?"

"The only way you could ever repay me is to just stick to your dreams, kid, and become the great person I know you'll turn out to be." The Third Hokage replied, motioning to the scrolls, "There are directions on some of the insides that will help you in your tasks while others are simply for research purposes."

"Okay!"

"But take your time with the scrolls I'm providing you with." He wagged a finger at the eight-year-old, "You need to thoroughly understand them before being able to do anything with them. That will take time."

Naruto nodded, "I know I keep thanking you, but you've just done so much for me."

"It's quite alright. You have a dream that you want to achieve so I won't stop you on your path to greatness. Instead, I want to help you on your journey." The Third Hokage smiled, "I do have to leave though. I'm already late for my afternoon meeting."

"Have a good one, Hokage-sama." Iruka waved, having stayed mostly silent the rest of his student's and Hiruzen's conversation.

"I'll make you proud, Jiji!" Naruto called out, still clutching the scrolls in his arms.

Hiruzen, with his back turned, merely just walked away, still smiling to himself, "You've already made me proud, Naruto."

The following weekend, Naruto found himself back in the streets on a Sunday sometime mid-day. His hands were twitching with anticipation as he approached the hospital. With the building coming closer and closer into view, the academy student couldn't help but shiver at the thought of going inside a hospital willingly. It was no secret - at least to his classmates and Iruka - that the eight-year-old boy absolutely loathed hospitals, but now, it just seemed like a foreign place.

He had made it a point to never step back into a hospital or doctor's office ever since he was a toddler. The doctors then had been cruel to him - nothing too severe, he always noted to anyone who'd listen… which consisted of Shikamaru and Iruka currently - but it was evident that they just didn't want to help him. From such a young age, Naruto could only remember hateful doctors and nurses full of spite. Hearing the Third Hokage tell him that there was one doctor who would help him was… he doubted the statement greatly.

And, as he stood in front of the entrance to the hospital, watching the doors slide open automatically, his trepidation merely increased.

The blond-haired academy student walked inside cautiously, the smell of antiseptic making his sensitive nostrils burn. Naruto stepped up to the front counter, pulling his shaky, cold hands into the pockets of his jacket - why was it always so cold in hospitals? He gave the man sitting behind the counter a small, nervous smile, "Hello?"

The man didn't even look at him, continuing to write down words the boy couldn't read on a piece of paper attached to a clipboard. "What can I do for you today, Naruto?" The nurse merely asked. Even without sparing the academy student a glance, he instantly recognized him. His words weren't as cold as some others had been when Naruto was young but they were indifferent which was almost worst in his opinion.

"Um… I was wondering if Dr. Kaiya Teruya was here?" He asked politely, noticing other patients' eyes on him the longer he stood by the counter. Why can't they just mind their own business?

The man paused, blinking a few times before peeling his eyes from the chart in front of him, "You want to see Dr. Teruya?"

"Um… yes, p-please?"

"Down the hall to your left. She should be in her office." He stated with a monotone voice, "If she's not there, that would mean that she's operating. If that's the case, you know where the door is."

"Thank you so much!"

"Whatever…" The man whispered under his breath. Naruto heard although he tried not to.

Instead, the blond-haired boy merely waved, walking down the hall towards the doctor's office. He followed the wall closely, making sure not to be in anyone's way. Both nurses and patients alike gave him odd looks, some outwardly mean and cruel while others merely looked confused. Why do they look at him like that?

The academy student made his way down the hallway, reading label after label on each door until he saw it - "Dr. Kaiya Teruya". He noticed many awards hanging from her door - "Best Doctor of the Year", "Keio Medical Science Prize", as well as all two of the four "Lasker Awards". To say he was shocked was an understatement. Sure, the first award listed is one most doctors receive at least once during their career, but to be awarded not one but two of the "Lasker Awards" is absolutely insane!

Well, when you're a doctor for that long, Naruto supposed it would make sense to have such amazing awards.

The door to the woman's office was ajar, bustling noises being heard from inside. Naruto cautiously knocked on the door frame, "Um… Dr. Teruya?"

A head popped out from the side of the door, the disheveled woman tensing at the voice before swinging the door open abruptly. "My boy, you startled me!" She exclaimed, laying a wrinkled hand over her chest, sighing in relief, "You must be Naruto, it's good to finally meet you. I wasn't expecting to see you so soon! Come in, come in." The older woman ushered him into her office.

"Oh, um… yes, I'm Naruto Uzumaki. It's nice to meet you too." This was not the reaction he was anticipating. He walked inside with an air of caution, taking a look at all the things placed precariously in her office. To be frank, it was a mess and it made a certain notch inside the boy fall out of place - how can she work in a mess like this? Does she even know where any of her important documents are?

Kaiya pulled out a rolling chair sitting in a closet that Naruto hadn't noticed earlier, motioning for the boy to take a seat while she went around her desk to take a seat as well. Once the blond was situated, the woman pulled out a clipboard before reaching behind her head and pulling out a pen from her bun. "So, Naruto, from what I've heard from Hiruzen-kun, you've decided to go down the path of medical ninjutsu?"

"Yes, ma'am…" The blond was a little startled to hear the suffix that she used for the Third Hokage - they must be really good friends, he supposed.

"Fantastic! We need more young people in the hospitals and on the field these days." Her words ended with a large smile that helped to ease some tension in Naruto, "Now, he did mention that you've managed to get your hands on some medical revival practice scrolls and you were using them by yourself, correct?"

He nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

"Do you have them with you?" Kaiya questioned curiously. Naruto nodded, pulling the four scrolls from his backpack that he'd brought with him just in case. He laid them out carefully in front of her prying eyes. Once they were within reach, the doctor pulled one close, examining it critically before opening one and applying chakra to it. A dead fish greeted her after a second once the smoke had disappeared from the paper, "Interesting."

"What do you mean by that, Dr. Teruya?" He asked, hands rubbing together nervously, "Is there something wrong with those?"

"Not at all. If anything, for these scrolls to be from almost two and a half decades ago. These came out around my second year of med school if I remember correctly." Kaiya recalled the memory with a fond look on her face, "These were remarkable tools then but have since been discontinued due to their difficulty. Many medics-in-trainings struggled to revive something as small as a fish which meant it would have been near impossible to revive a human."

"Oh…"

"I'm not saying this to you as a deterrent, Naruto." She smiled softly, resealing the dead fish back into the scroll before rolling it back up, "If anything, I am happy to see that some of these have survived the Kyuubi no Kitsune attack. Many shops during that time were destroyed by fires and scrolls such as these were never recovered or unsalvageable. Where did you even get these?!" Her eyes sparkled with interest, maybe intent on getting some scrolls for herself.

Naruto beamed in remembrance of the man who'd helped him acquire a rare medical scroll, "These were the only four scrolls I was able to find anywhere in Konoha when I was trying to find them several months back. There was only one shop - it's called 'Noboru's Used Weapons and Scrolls" - and he gave them to me. I wanted to pay for them but he wouldn't let me because Noboru-san didn't think it would be appropriate to sell something so old and worn-down, especially a scroll."

"Did you say N-Noboru?" Kaiya's eyes were wide, a hand coming to rest just above her mouth.

"...yes?"

And, although she smiled brightly, her green eyes were downcast, "I can't believe he's still here… I thought he would have left the village."

Naruto paused, registering what she'd said, "Did you know each other?"

Kaiya took a deep breath, hands clasped in her lap, trying to find her words, "Noboru and my little sister, Akira, were married a little over eight years before they had their son Itsuki and then, eleven years later, their daughter, Rei. I never did like Noboru but we had two things in common: one, we loved Akira more than anything and, two, we would do anything for their kids."

The blond-haired academy student had a bad feeling about where this story was heading. "Where are they now?" He asked softly.

"I had been babysitting Itsuki and Rei on the night of the Kyuubi attack while Noboru and Akira were out of town. It happened so fast… one minute, we're laughing and talking over a game of cards, and then the next…" Kaiya's eyes became distant for a moment before she shook herself, continuing with the story, "They died that night. I did everything I could to make them comfortable but I did watch them pass away and I was the one to tell my little sister that I could not save her babies."

"I… I'm so sorry for your loss." It was all he could manage to say in his shock.

"I've been a doctor for a long, long time, Naruto. In this line of work, you will eventually become emotionally hardened to family members of your deceased patients having a grief-stricken breakdown. You will still be able to comfort them and reassure them that things will turn out alright, but you won't be able to grieve in the same way they can." The older woman sighed out, leaning back into her chair heavily, "However, seeing the way my little sister crumbled to the floor and just screamed brought me to tears. She passed away shortly after her children had been killed; it was a heart attack but I know it was heartbreak."

Naruto remained silent, pulling his arms closer to his chest. He didn't have anything to say beyond a nod for her to keep going. Everything she's saying, he's already known from the books in the library to his own research on how to be a better medic. But hearing it from the words of a doctor who's been helping people for almost thirty years makes the reality all the more real.

She wiped her eyes, "I'm sorry for bringing all that up. We've only just met yet I've dumped all my emotional baggage on you. I apologize… I guess I was just really shocked to hear that my brother-in-law was still around. I've not spoken to him in almost nine years after their deaths. I'm glad to hear he is still well though."

"Maybe… you should go see him?" The blond-haired academy student tried, throat still tight from learning so much about a man who was a pivotal reason he was even able to conjure a tiny bit of medical ninjutsu, "He seemed lonely."

Kaiya grit her teeth, "I… don't think that's the best idea. He was very… angry with me after the Kyuubi attack. He believes that I was the reason why his kids had died that night, for not doing more or for not doing something different. And, to some extent, it is my fault. I'm one of the best doctors in all of Konoha and even I couldn't save my niece and nephew."

"You did everything you could. If even you, the best of the best, couldn't do anything, then there was nothing more you could have done." He tried, peeking up at the woman.

"You're very kind but, you didn't know me eight years ago. I was… cocky, despite my age. I knew I was the best and sometimes my ego got the best of me. I grew slack over the years leading up to Itsuki's and Rei's death and my aversion to continuing to better my skills cost my niece and nephew their lives." The doctor reached a hand out over the medical revival practice scrolls, tracing the intricate designs found along the outside, "If there is anything I could teach you at all it is to never get comfortable in your skills that you remain stagnant. Always keep growing; it could be life or death for someone should you stop."

"Yes, ma'am. Dr. Teruya, I promise I'll keep practicing and getting better!" For Noboru and Akira. For Itsuki and Rei. For Kaiya Teruya.

She sucked in a breath, looking away to blink back the wetness in her eyes before collecting herself once more, "I know you will, I can feel your spirit - your need to help people. So, I would like to ask you if you'd want to volunteer at the hospital for some experience in saving lives as well as have some of our combat medics help you in working through these medical revival practice scrolls."

"R-Really?"

"Yes," Kaiya started, pushing her pen back into her bun once more, "You have a lot of knowledge about medical ninjutsu but you don't have any experience in the field. In only four years, you'll be graduating from the academy but without the experience that the hospital can give you, you'd be a hindrance to your team once you actually get out there in the world."

Naruto nodded at that, seeing the logic behind the old woman's words, "I understand and I completely agree with you - I was sharing the same kind of sentiment. Dr. Teruya, if you'd have me, I'd love to volunteer here."

"Fantastic." Kaiya stood up from her desk, glancing up at a clock that hung above the door, "Are you free the rest of the evening?"

"Y-Yes?"

"Would you like to shadow me today?"

The blond-haired academy student's eyes widened, "I can start volunteering t-today?!"

"Only if you want to." She smiled, "I feel it's only fair to let you try today rather than later after I dumped my emotions all onto you."

Naruto laughed, standing up and following her out of her office, "It's alright, and I'd like to start today."

"You can help me with the patients as well as paperwork to help you get the hang of how we run things at the hospital." The older woman stated, nurses parting to either side of the hallway to get out of Kaiya's way; he watched in awe, following her closely.

"Cool…"

"Alright, Naruto here's a question for you." He lifted his head, listening quietly, "Do you know what the four rules that all medics must abide by are?" Kaiya asked, the two of them turning a corner.

"The first clause is that 'no medic ninja shall ever stop medical treatment until the lives of their party members have come to an end." He recounted with perfect recollection, "The second clause goes hand-in-hand with the first one which is 'no medic shall die until they are the last of their platoon'. And the third one is that 'no medic shall ever stand on the front lines'."

"What is the only exception?"

"The fourth clause is this exception, that 'only a medic ninja who has mastered the 'Strength of a Hundred Technique' of the ninja art 'Creation Rebirth' is permitted to discard the three clauses'." The blond-haired boy stated, "The only person who's ever been permitted to dismiss the three previous clauses is Tsunade Senju."

"Atta boy!" Kaiya plopped a hand on his shoulder, "You've definitely done your research. Good job, my boy."

"Thank you!" He beamed.

She waved a hand down the hallway, "For today, you're just going to shadow me while I speak with patients and diagnose them, as needed. Afterward, I'll let the nurses pull you around for a few hours. During that time, I'll officiate your volunteer status and figure out your volunteer hours at some point. Does that work for you?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Good. Then hurry along, we've got things to do." Kaiya smiled, entering a room, Naruto following closely behind, excited to finally get some experience.

A/N - Really hoped you liked the chapter; so far, this one is my favorite of the rewritten chapters! Before I start on the next chapter, I want to go over a change I made really fast.

Dr. Terra's name was finally changed. For those that read the original, you'd know her very well. For those that have just started this story - for starters, welcome and thanks for reading my story - Dr. Terra was a doctor character I'd written in the original that many readers had a problem with due to her very American-sounding name. In the part 'Introduction', I promised to change her name to better fit the story.

I went with Dr. Kaiya Teruya - making the first name 'Terra' turn into her last name now. If you original-fanfiction readers haven't yet noticed, the name 'Teruya' sounds familiar doesn't it? Yiruma did always refer to her as 'Dr. Terra-ya'... so I combined it - Ter(u)-ya/Teruya. Do you see where I'm getting at? I thought it was cute. As for her first name, that's a secret for later.

That's all I have for you for now. I hope to see you in the next chapter - until then!