I don't own Naruto, but it means a lot to me.
Sakura frowns.
"Bah, Sakura." Naruto groans, struggling almost comically to put his coat back on like he isn't twenty-seven and perfectly capable of dressing himself. "You can't frown like that when the patient is still in the room, you know? They'll start thinking something's wrong with them."
"There is literally always something wrong with you, you idiot." Sakura answers, and Naruto laughs because he is rubber and sticks and stones, or something like that.
"Yeah, but it's the frown." He continues, striding behind his teammate to peer over a piece of paper with numbers and figures that give him a headache. "It's like I'm dying, or something!"
Sakura has an answer to that, of course, but she finds the words die on the tip of her tongue as her eyes soak in numbers and charts. Naruto, oblivious to the sudden shift but clearly offended by the notion of being ignored, gives the woman a poke in the shoulder.
"What is it?" Naruto demands, eyes narrowing in a pestering attempt to read over Sakura's shoulders. The good doctor ignores his further comments - she's trying to work, after all - and only stares blankly at the chart.
Immune count - fine. MRI scans - fine. Blood pressure - green. Good, good, good for nearly everything.
Sakura frowns.
Not just good. Better than good. If good was the result a healthy civilian, who hadn't fought in a war and been on 48 S ranked missions and god knows how many A ranks, this wasn't good. This was better than good. Way better.
Too much better.
"Am I dying?" Naruto's voice cuts through her focus as his hands dramatically shake his teammates shoulders to wake her from her daze. His voice is light and mocking, an ever-present grin stretched across his lips. She smiles in reply, because reassuring the patient was one of the first things Tsunade ever taught her about being a doctor.
"No." She answers. "Not dying. Just an idiot." Naruto gives a deep, stupid laugh as he wipes dramatic sweat off his brow. Sakura almost convinces herself she hears the faintest trace of genuine relief in his voice, but it's gone before she can even think to check again.
"Good!" He chirps, going on to explain how Hinata would have been so cross with him if he'd been dying. She smiles, sharing in the laugh, but gives a gentle shove for the him to leave her to her work.
"Don't you have paperwork to do?" She asks, and the blond blanches, choking on the suggestion. With a resigned groan, he makes his way her window complaining how she was no better than Shikamaru. Sakura only smiles with a pitying wave as blond hair disappears behind her door, and her office is silent once more.
She frowns again. She moves her hand, and the light illuminates above her telecom system.
"Kanu." She speaks. There's a pause before a deep voice booms back through the static.
"Doctor Haruno?" It asks. Sakura's fingers leaf through page after page until the words seem to blend into an indistinguishable blur. She has to forcibly stop her hands from shaking as she responds.
"Have the lab run the blood analysis again, both for the first sample as well as the priors. Bring the report straight to me."
There's a static filled 'yes, ma'am' on the other end. Sakura's doesn't hear the reply, already consumed by the report.
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