I don't own Naruto

When the three young shinobi returned to the mansion, they were all tired and frustrated.

Flashback

Sakura was sitting on their living room floor, playing with a doll. Sasuke and Naruto, on the other hand, were working hard to pack up their things. Suddenly,

"! Get 'em away! Get 'em away! They're gonna bite me!" -CRASH-

Naruto and Sasuke ran as fast as they could, trying to get to Sakura before 'they' bit her.

When they got downstairs, Naruto headed straight for the kitchen; Sasuke the living room. "Find the video camera! " Sasuke called to his brother. He knew whenever Sakura had an 'episode' to record it for her psychiatrist. Sasuke gaped at his sister in bewilderment: She was laying with her back to the ground and her fists and legs trying to fight of some imaginary attacker. She was screaming, sobbing, drooling, and foaming at the mouth all at once; it wasn't a pretty sight. Colorful shards of glass littered the carpet floor. Apparently, she had tried to defend herself with a vase.

Sasuke lunged at his sister and lied across her to keep her from hurting herself. He whispered soft, gentle things in her ear to get her to calm down. When he looked up, there was Naruto, getting material for Sakura's doctor. This went on for about 5 more minutes until Sakura finally calmed down enough to be let go.

She explained that as she was playing, a band of parasites from CLOVERFIELD had attacked her. She sobbed loudly, "And-And one bit me, a—an-and now I'm gonna explode like Marlena!"

"No you're not, no you're not," Sasuke cooed.

"See this needle?" Naruto asked, holding a fake syringe. "It has the antidote. Hold out your arm…," He 'injected' the serum, and petted her hair as Sasuke cuddled her in his lap. They bandaged the wound Sakura saw, packed up her things, and headed for the mansion.