Note to:
Jupiter Pickels- My appreciation is probably nothing to you, but you're the FIRST person to review and favourite my story, I would really like to thank you very much and hope I satisfy your 'interest' in this story, thanks once again, hope to keep up to your expectations:)
Pockybandit89 – thank you for your review, and your valued interest in my plot so far, to answer your question about the blood type 'E', you are right about the blood type not being common, though about four to five years ago, there was a story of a woman who was in the hospital who had that blood type apparently and they were looking for donors-I just tampered with the blood types to best fit the storyline, I just thought it would make it more interesting how he and Sakura share similar blood, which is rare :)
Rapunzel
He wasn't there when she awoke again, though this time it was different. She looked at the wall in silence, how much longer until this was all over? She questioned the ceiling beckoning for an answer, though as if like a solemn friend the ceiling didn't respond.
It was probably around three o'clock in the morning, due to the half completed blood package; it would only be another two hours until it was changed.
She tested her mobility and her ability to move, her reflexes were slow and sluggish, yet she shifted her body towards the ground, where her toes recoiled from the coldness of the tiles. Though in attempt to rev herself, she whispered, 'You wouldn't want him to see you like this, now would you?'
In retaliation her body beckoned to stand on the floor, she used the mobile station which was quite literally her life line containing the supply of blood, glucose, and her heart rate, as a support. And began her trek to the restroom, one icy step after another, she fumbled in that split second, though found her balance on the side rail near the door of the restroom in her room.
She locked the door behind her, and flicked the lights on and was shocked to see the reflection in the mirror. Tears found their way down to her chin, who was this person?
Gauze had mummified her small physique, even though through blurred eyes the retrospect of the damage was as clear as crystal, a stitches had tailored her collar and her spine, she felt like a rummaged doll that was falling apart and their cotton spurring out of the stitches.
And so she cried, for herself, a selfish pity that befallen her soul.
There on the third floor of Konoha hospital, room 217, on tiled floor, of the restroom, a princess cried broken, her heart pouring out her shining demeanour, replacing it with a poisoned heart.
She had no prince in her specs to rescue her from her distress, she was alone, and hallowed.
Oh woe to her and all who felt this way….