Amaya's water had broke, the liquid left a puddle where she must have slipped. Shichi frantically picks her up swiftly. He turned sideways down the narrow hall. His heart was racing at getting her to the hospital on time. With motility he flings up his foot against the metal door. His sandels scuffed against the brittle path kicking sand into a dust cloud. Halfway there, he stopped almost losing contact with the ground. Sweat beaded down Shichis face. The thought of him dropping her was the last thing they needed to worry about. Amaya breathing shallow, pulled her head closer to Shichi as if to whisper. She grabbed his hair yelling right through his ears, "Transportation! Transportation Shichi!" He nods his head and transports her to the hospital.


Nurses and doctors ripped Amaya out of Shichi's grasp into the moving bed. They scuttled down the corridor, by standers jumping out of the way. Shichi winched quietly as his black hair was still interlaced between his mothers fingers. Amaya couldn't hear him over the doctors conversing or her grunting. Luckily, not so for him, while concentrating on a way to set his hair free he had tripped over a bucket. He flew in the air thudding loudly on the ground. Shichi hold his head cradling himself, warmth radiated down his skull and spine. His head was stinging with a pins and needles.


"Shichi!" yelled a lady in a nearby room. The voice sounded familiar from a while back at the ramen restaurant. He couldn't pick the person out until she flung around the wall to help him. "Are you okay? You must be hurt!"


Sitting up he makes contact with fragile blue eyes. "Hey! Uh, yeah." he rubs his head holding his side. "Sakura? Right?" she bobs her head. Sakura was surprised that he remembered. Usually she's the one people forget. Pulling him up she dusts him off. "My mom, her water broke." Sakura jumps in glee smiling ear to ear clasping her hands together. "It's easy for you to say. You weren't getting you hair pulled." Shichi leaned back with a smug look. "Or were you?"


"What? Nonsense." She smacked his arm at his perverted question. "No! I take my clients seriously and my job as well." He winks at her in a 'got you' expression. Shichi left for the closest waiting room. "Your mom should be 3 wings down. I'll see you there later."


"You have an appointment just for me?" Shichi looked over his shoulder. " You do take your job seriously." Sakura started running toward him clenching her fist. "CRAP!" he scrambled at the sight of her. "I didn't mean it!!" he said not leaving any time for others to move out of the way.


"Sakura! I need help with these bandages again." She stopped as Sasuke's voice broke her out of rage. Going back to help, Sakura collided into Kakashi coming out of the room. "What a pervert." Kakashi shook his head and hands thinking Sasuke thought he bumped into Sakura on purpose. "Not you, Shichi." His eyes trailed off into thought. " Maybe I can meet my nephew today?" Both Kakashi and Sakura's jaws hit the ground, Sakura flabbergasted. Kakashi already knew through Itachi. That's why he was perturbed about Sasuke meeting Amaya last time. "Kakashi, keeping secrets from me again?"


Kakashi shook his head, " I'm just as surprised as Sakura." Sakura still stood their in doubt, her mouth open is distraught."Sakura, Why don't you help Sasuke." She treaded to the window throwing the sack cloth curtains open. The light spilled onto the white tiled floors. The light reflected of into Sasuke's face. He flinched at the slightly lingering headache. Sakura went over continuing her healing on Sasuke's arm.

"I want to see my nephew."


"I bet you do Sasuke, Its your brothers son after all. Right now your health is important. You'll see him." Groaning at Kakashi's response Sasuke flops down on the bed. It's metal springs squeak with his weight. The thin sheet wraps around his legs. Sasuke pushes them off feeling constricted.
"I'm fine, I was only kicked and Sakura just finished healing my arms."


"So..that's how you got here?" You must have been distracted for it to knock you out." Sasuke stayed quiet, its unlike him having been caught off guard. He watched Sakura throw his blood stained gauze away. The black trash can under the sink clinked shut. She wet a paper towel under the faucet squeezing the excess water out. Turning the sink off she cleans Sasuke's wound. Kakashi standing in the doorway. "I'm leaving, don't forget the stiches Sakura."


Sasuke turns white as a ghost, Sakura winks at Kakashi, knowing his motives. "Bye sensai. I wont." she opens the drawer pulling out the needle and thread."Ready Sasuke kun? It wont hurt a bit..." Kakashi listened intently walking away, Sasuke was trying to get out of it. "Sasuke, hold still! Ill poke your eyes out!" By the sound of Sasuke's voice he didnt take that well..He was rather silent now.