CHAPTER TWO
Sasuke's POV
When did I fall asleep again, god, who the hell opened the window. I squinted my eyes open, only to be met by a square faced, wrinkled old nurse. She gave a timid smile and continued changing the bandage around my torso. She was doing it to loose and every time her nails made contact with the bruised surrounding skin it felt like a thousand punches to the gut.
"Jen-o, you may leave, I'll finish up here," I looked up and froze. Standing in the doorway was, Sakura. Her pink locks pulled messily back into a long braid down her back. She gave a curt nod to the nurse who exited quickly. She then sat down at Jen-o's previous spot and ripped off the white cloth. I watched as she worked, when did Sakura became a medic. She was wearing the customary white robe and she obviously knew what she was doing.
"Who the hell brought the flowers? I don't want any god damn sympathy Sakura, stop fussing over me. I hate when you do that, just leave me be, your annoying," For a minute I thought I saw the less mature, lovesick face of Sakura, hurt, afraid, of me. But she looked me in the eye and answered, her words cutting like steel.
"It was Ino," with that she stood, and picked up my chart. I leaned back into the bed, staring ahead coldly.
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"Saskue, you, don't," She sighed and asked half heartily if my leg had been checked.
"No," and she pulled down the itchy, white sheet and gasped at my leg. Dried blood was incased in the stitches, and it was green, blue, and smelled foul. Sakura gave me a small, sympathetic look. "How did this happen,"
"Um, well, my brother," she stopped for just a sec, so small if I had not been so quick myself I would have missed it, and continued taking out the bad stitches.
"What genius attempted to stitch it up himself?"
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"I thought so. So, is he dead?" she gave me a look, but then continued with cleaning, and re-stitching my calf. I clenched my jaw. Why am I telling her these things? What happened, she's, to, calm. What happened to the Sakura who loved me, obsessed over my every move? Did she finally grow up?
"I know the snake is finally gone, along with his comrades. Kakashi told us," she finished with my leg and rose, putting my chart back and rearranging the sheets. With that she walked stiffly to the door. She turned and looked at me, I struggled to continue looking at the wall.
"Well, where ever you're going as soon as you can be discharged, I hope you find happiness. If you decide to stay, your apartments gone, but I'm sure Naruto can arrange something," I looked at her now. It seemed every time she spoke, it had an air of, sadness, no. It almost sounded like apologies. "I'll be going now, knowing you, I'll see if I can get you discharged by tonight. Alright, unless, no you probably want to leave," she then looked down as if suddenly ashamed. I watched this new Sakura exit the room, and climbed down from the bed, walking to the door and could see her through the door window. She was kneeling next to a small child, and talking to him. The child smiled and she did too, life flowing back into her green eyes. Then she sent him with a nurse and stood, staring of into the hall, the vacant, empty look back in her eyes. Naurto and Hinta came down the hall suddenly, there hands clasped together, Hinta leaning on Naurto's shoulder. They spoke to Sakura quickly and passed my door, not even caring as they hurried past that Sakura was still standing there. Finally she turned and walked out of the hospital, waving good-bye to the receptionist. I walked back to my bed and looked at the flowers, turning the vase over. A small tag fell to the ground.
To Sasuke, you'll probably never read this and throw the flowers away, but I hope you get better soon. Love from Sakura.
She is so annoying.