A few people have been asking me to continue this... so I shall. I'm also feeling a bit depressed, seeing as how my grandfather deleted almost every one of my Naruto episodes from the computer, except for 114, 122, 125, and 186. I'm perfectly find with the first three, but the last one? Anything but that! NOT SHINO LAUGHS! THE HORROR, OH THE HORROR!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I don't think I ever will, which just makes me even more depressed. Which I didn't think was possible, but hell. Whatever.

Being in the hospital can be seriously boring, I swear.

For example. I was sent there when I was about seven, and besides being scared out of my mind, I had to sit there for three days while I recovered from that tumble off the cliff.

Hey. I didn't see that rock. I did not know that I would trip.

Anyways, I spent plenty of time in the hospital, and every time I do, being discharged is like being born again. To be frank, I hate the hospital. But the biggest reason of all is that whenever I'm there, and I'm bored, I tend to... think. And sometimes it can get pretty bad. I'll let your imagination run wild at this point.

So, after the fight with the Otonin, I thought for a while, staring up at the ceiling (oh my, what a passtime) and a whole bunch of questions formed.

But the most disturbing of all?

How in all that is holy did I get in the hospital clothes?

I mean, how come whenever you wake up in a hospital, you're in the off-the-shoulder white shirt with the little slit in the front, making a sort of collar. How the hell do they do it?

I know it's not some kind of jutsu, because what kind of nutcase would put all his time and effort into creating a jutsu that changes clothes?

Well, Naruto might, but he's a dumbass. So he doesn't really count. And Jiraiya-sama would, too. But for different reasons that don't relate to changing the clothes of mortally wounded people in the haven of all that is evil, the hospital.

Yeah. I REALLY hate hospitals.

Shizune stopped by today. It could've been just me, but I could swear that she was blushing.

Blushing?

Hmm... I don't know why. Either it's because I was in that hospital shirt...

Or that they overheated the hospital room.

Personally, I'm hoping for the former. Otherwise, I'm just being hopeful.

The first thing she did was walk over with some flowers and set them on the bedside table next to my bed (well hot damn. a BEDSIDE table is next to a bed? good job, Genma, you're learning quickly.), then asked me how I was feeling and to get the God damned senbon out of my mouth.

I like chewing on a thin piece of metal that happens to be extremely pointy. SO SUE ME. I tried to say that, but at that exact moment the senbon decided to cut the roof of my mouth.

I have never done that before. I swear. From the moment I started chewing the thing to now, I have never ONCE cut myself. So, out of nowhere,when I'm about to mouth off, I suddenly do?

It was either a sign from God or further proof of my stupidity.

Once again, I choose the first one.

I started gagging like an idiot, nearly swallowing the stupid toothpick, which would've just meant that I'd be in the hospital longer. Lord knows how long it would take for me to be discharged after THAT. They'd probably be worried that I'd just pop another one into my mouth as soon as I got down the street and out of their sight.

Which I would. Just saying.

And what does Shizune do?

She whaps me over the head and says that she isn't telling me to stop for HER damned health.

Well, it worked, because the senbon flew out of my mouth after her hand propelled my head forward into my knees. Now I'm going to have ANOTHER bruise to match all the other ones.

Dear GOD, I have seriously been having an off-week.

Most people just have an off day. But not me. No, I have an off WEEK.

That must be the second (or third, I try not to think about it) time that I've made a fool out of myself.

Shizune just shook her head as I continued to cough, telling me that Tsunade's going to be coming in a while.

Well, la-dee-frickin-da.

That's all I need. The Hokage seeing one of her Special-Jonin choking on a fucking SENBON. IN A HOSPITAL. Now I'm sure to get a pay-raise.

Though I still thanked Shizune. I don't know why.

Then I get a surprise.

Supposedly there's going to be a festival coming up, and (blushing furiously again, I might add) she wanted to know if we could go together (at this point she made a comment about me going only if my mouth healed. Evil, I say, EVIL!).

So I said sure. Why not.

She brightened up immensely and reminded me to wear my best kimono, as everyone else will.

Well, that's not so bad. A festiva- wait, what?

A... kimono?

Oh Christ.

Wow. That's a crappy ending.

I know you deserve better, I really outta put more time and effort into the crap I come up with. Next chapter will be up shortly. (Yes, chapter. You people have done the impossible. You've MOTIVATED ME.)