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She used their enemy's bodies as a shield, from bullets, bomb blasts and etc. Following the example of a man who was attempting to help her in return for what she did. Often times Sakura muttered vague apologies to be using their corpses in that manner. But in war it all didn't matter, it was the idea of survival of the fittest and coming out alive. Originally the girl with pink hair was trained to be a field medic, serving a squad called Kakashi. Through the process of their team being on standby, in the middle of nowhere she was taught to defend herself and her so called honor. A medic was highly valued and often times there were horror stories of the enemy raiding their side for these women or men who could heal. The people who protected these healers were often times massacred, as if the enemy came in large groups to guarantee success. The silver haired leader of their small team figured that she should learn to fight, as that was the weakness in field medics.
In a month she became proficient at shooting a small pistol and wielding a knife. But that was hardly enough when they came; somehow their tiny platoon had caught wind that a larger troupe of Uchiha soldier's were coming for her. Small towns were often times the best for sources of information like this; the blonde boy on her team who went by the name of Naruto looked worried and said that she should hide. Though what was the point? They could probably find her with her candy pink hair in a large crowd of people. The two team leaders thought it was a wise idea on Naruto's part to squirrel their own life saving source somewhere where the Uchiha's would never find her.
Sakura felt like a coward for being forced to hide, wanting to stay back and fight alongside them. But Tenzou reassured her that this was for the best and that they would win this skirmish if there is one. So A week before the platoon was supposed to attacked, the 'released' her in to a dense part of the forest ordering that she stayed there until they came back for her. How long was she supposed to be there?, as they hid rations in the trees from bears. But they left looking quite depressed, this war was a horrible monster fueled by the greed of the leaders clashing.
So for a week and a half the medic waited in the forest, slowly consuming supplies left for her by comrades. She felt the false hope installed within her head fading away, and her body felt stir crazy from staying in one space for too long. Sakura decided that it was smarter to wander towards a town, or to the base camp that was her home for a while. Taking along the small pistol she trained with, and the knife used for survival. It felt like the forest went on forever, her eyes staring all around, the only harsh cry of a crow in the distance resonated in area of living pillars. After a day of walking in the direction her comrades had went, her feet touched upon discarded shells of bullets. In large amounts they glinted dirtily up at her, and a few yards off in a bush was a body of a dark haired solider. An enemy, but still she went to check his pulse, only to find him barely alive. Wounds were a congealed mass of dirt, crusted blood and plasma. It was a wonder that the long haired man was even alive. His eyes looked tired, and hazy in their fever. Sakura wondered if she should do this, to help a fallen enemy. But saving lives is what she was trained to do. He was still a human being.
"You're going to alright." she muttered, taking out her small medic pack and canteen. First ripping off a piece of a lent jacket from Sai she doused it in water. Slowly she wiped away the gunk from the bullet holes; they didn't look like they went very deep. Then she sprayed a little antiseptic in to them, which the man cringed and yelped at in his haze. This was precautionary sterilization as her small tweezers were produced and put in to the clean wounds that the man was now squirming from. Slowly each wound proffered a bloody bullet, each were thrown in to a small area on her discarded jacket. Disinfecting these wounds again with a topical salve instead of the spray, she had to stitch his wounds. It is a messy operation that she found repulsive but necessary to healing deep wounds. From the tiny medic kit was a sewing needle and small spool of twine that would had to do. They were haphazard and hurried; she was never the best at sewing. Maybe in some positive outlook if he lives past a day, he can have stories to tell his grand kids about how he got those scars.
Still it was very sad to see a potentially young and very handsome man, in a delirium of a fever in a forest because he was fighting a war. A couple of day's had passed since she found him, and basically she was caring for a nameless man. When he did come to, from sickness and insanity questions babbled out on whys he saved him, and where was he. It was a long and copious rant from her end to him. The man looked confused before nodding slightly, asking of her name.
"Sakura and you?"
She hummed, looking at the half propped up man with long inky hair. His smile, chapped and slightly pained released a name that would lead her on a daring adventure across the sides of the country to find his home and her team.
"Madara Uchiha."