Today the skies were just mocking her. Ever since she woke up a five thirty, the humidity in the environment had been nothing but unbecoming. Her hair was just begging to prove so, her pink tresses had fought an already lost battle against the comb because of it. Fucking humidity. Although that doesn't even include the fact that she had to wake up so early in the morning because of a child's stupid stomach ache. Such was the kid's 'problem' that so tragically ended in nothing but vomit all over her recently cleaned medic's robe. What an awesome way to start a day. Sarcasm dripping.
However that had only been the beginning of one of the longest days ever. She would have given anything for an S-class mission right then. After attending to the worst patients ever, that being Konoha's shinobi of course; she felt more than to compelled to throw more than one of them out the window, and refuse treating them. It had taken all her sanity and will power to just not present Tsunade her resignation.
Five surgeries latter, she felt more than drained. Her brain and her body weren't cooperating at all, which left the pink-haired woman more than dizzy and somewhat unresponsive to her outer environment. Any input was just downright dejected at that moment. A group of ninjas had come after a gone to hell mission more corpse like than anything else. Just great. The poor woman spent countless of hours fixing organs, bones, veins, skin, you name it she had done it all. The last of her surgeries consisted on the some kid who thought that playing on the roofs was just fun, with a severely broken leg he had no option but surgery. For her delight and the kid's mother, the child was the same that started her day throwing up all over her.
After her shift was finally over, thinking that such thing would never happen. She fought against the urge to take a quick shower in the doctor's facilities to clean herself from blood and other unmentionables that weren't even hers. Privilege left aside as well as self-esteem, she went about into abandoning the building, when right in front of her office a rather flustered Shizune appear. That could only mean bad news on her book.
"Tsunade needs to talk to you immediately" the black haired woman delivered the dreaded news. The woman who just left her, walked away muttering to herself things like '…should hide her damn sake for real…' and '…maybe I should start drinking myself…' without a single care for prying ears to hear.
With no further delay Sakura run through corridors thinking that the sooner she went to her bossy exploiter, the sooner she would be home. The so deserved bathtub filled to the brim with hot water and steam was her sole motivator.
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My first chapter ever. I hope you enjoyed it.
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TheChu