I opened my eyes slowly, wishing to wake up to the familiar blue walls of my room only to wake up in a hospital. It didn't appear to be a modern style room, but instead seeming to be from a third world country with Japanese style architecture and design patterns. I looked down at myself and saw out of the corner of my eye's pink hair cascading down my shoulders.
Fuck.
Was everything prior to this not a dream?! Had I reincarnated?! Thoughts raced through my head, and I began to hyperventilate but then began to calm myself using techniques from my therapy.
In for four, out for 8.
I followed that breathing pattern while counting my fingers until I had calmed down. I moved to feel my neck where I had most likely been scratching at during my breakdown and felt bandages. I followed the bandages and found they were up to my mouth covering my half of my face, and down to the upper half of my chest.
Oh god, I might have severely injured myself. Why am I so stupid!
Self-deprecating thoughts flooded my mind before I could stop them, and I felt tears begin to brim my eyes. I blinked them away and tried to calm myself down. I thought back to the breakdown and before I could stop them memories flooded my mind. Memories of a kind mother and father having never divorced. Memories of a best friend and a crush. Memories of a life that wasn't mine.
My name is Sakura. I fall back into panic. I had reincarnated as Sakura Haruno from Naruto! Oh god, I just fucked up canon, and it hasn't even started yet! The life that I had lived is gone now, the people that I know and love aren't even real anymore! My original self isn't real anymore! I silently cried at the realization, I didn't want to reincarnate, I didn't want to lose my loved ones. But now I'm here in the body of a tritagonist, doomed to fight in a world of child soldiers and war! I had fix shit and fast, and I definitely had to get stronger.
Slow footsteps could be heard getting closer to my room, barely making a sound. The door slowly opened itself and I saw myself face to face with a medical ninja. He looked back at me in shock before quickly composing himself.
"Haruno-san you're awake. Don't be alarmed you are in Konoha's Hospital, I am your nurse Akio Nakamura, you are safe." He said in a reassuring tone, obviously aware of the panic I was trying so desperately to hide. I tried to speak, attempting to open my mouth but was stopped.
"I recommend you wait to speak, we had to perform emergency surgery and we need to run more test to ensure you can speak safely."
I nodded, not wanting to reopen the wounds I had given myself. "Please wait right here Haruno-san I have to go inform my higher ups of your condition." He then hurried out of the room without waiting for a response. I sat myself up, waiting for any more people to come in. A couple of minutes later the door opened again and the Nurse and a blonde adult man came in.
"We will need you to take a mental evaluation due to the reason of your intake, so I will have Yamanaka-sama here evaluate you."
"I have a notepad and pen so you can respond to my questions don't worry, and I'm just here to make sure you are okay." Said the Yamanaka, his deep blue eyes watching me observantly. I nodded and the Nurse looked at the man seeming to silently ask a question to only be shooed off by said man.
"Now Sakura, I am Inoichi Yamanaka, you probably already know me due to your friendship with my daughter Ino we just haven't been introduced due to my hectic work schedule."
I nodded at that, accepting the notepad and pen he handed me.
"Now the following questions I am going to ask you are designed to evaluate your current mental state and to potentially assess any problems you may be having. Firstly, why exactly occurred when you had your accident in which you scratched your throat to a lethal level?"
I paused, I would have to answer carefully as not to set off any alarm bells because Inoichi is well known for his intelligence skills and he is a Yamanaka, a literal mind reader. I guess I just felt scared, I think I had a mental break and felt as though everything wasn't real, so I lashed out at myself. I know what I did was wrong, and looking back at It I feel so guilty as I probably terrified my parents. I ripped the piece of paper off the notepad and handed it to him. He accepted it and quickly read its contents.
-Time Skip because I may have skills writing about therapy questionnaires, I just don't like writing people-
The questions he had asked me followed a formatting similar to the questionnaires I had to fill out during therapy in my world and I answered semi honestly, trying not to alarm him or make me be put in a TI cell or psych ward. I was now waiting alone in my hospital room for the results, they would be given to me and my parents at the same time and the doctors would receive the paperwork separately.
So, I sat in my hospital bed waiting anxiously for my parents to arrive along with the results. I heard footsteps and then the door to my room opened and I saw the familiar pink star fish shaped hair and short blond hair of my parents. I smiled at them anxiously, feeling bad for what I had done and the anxiety I had put them through. At the sight of me my mother and father both jumped onto me, pulling me into a tight hug. It was warm and comforting.
"I-I'm Sorry." I croak, my throat beginning to hurt with the use of my voice. They paused before hugging me tighter, my father let go first and then my mother and she opened her mouth.
"Don't you ever do something like that again honey, we love and care for you so please just let us know what is troubling you before doing something like that again. Oh, and don't speak again until you are cleared by the medic, don't think I don't know your medical condition." Her voice was strong but comforting, she may not have been my mom in my past life, but I was grateful to have her in this one. Considering the memories I have of her as my mom are kind and comforting.
I nod mutely at her and try my best to smile at her as my parents sat down in the hospital chairs near my bed. The door opened again and in walked Inoichi, holding a binder. It probably had my information as well as the results. Knowing myself it'll grow as I get older, and everyone realizes how terrible my mental health state is. I internally chuckled at that thought.
"So, I'll get straight to the point, Sakura here most likely suffers from depression and anxiety. I would also like to test her to see if she has Autism and ADHD. Though if she wants to continue on the path of becoming a ninja, I'd say she's able to. But either way she will need therapy for a while. Also, when you had your accident, I would believe that is a result of built-up emotions and was a mix of a panic attack and a severe mental breakdown."
I cringed at myself being referred to as a female but shoved it down, ignoring the gender dysphoria. I looked at my parents expectantly, wanting them to speak first.
"I would want Sakura to receive therapy, and the testing is fine with me, but if Sakura still wants to be a ninja it's her choice." My mother said, and my father nodded in agreement with that statement. All eyes were on me waiting for a response. I began to write, "I agree with what my mom said, and I would still like to become a ninja if possible."
I handed the paper to Inoichi and he read it aloud. I knew that being a ninja would be incredibly dangerous considering the events that occur in canon, but if I tried my best to follow canon everything would probably turn out all right in the end. Maybe I'd even be able to fangirl over Obito!
"That sounds good Sakura, I look forward to your future as a ninja and I will schedule with your parents about the testing and future therapy sessions with my clans' therapists."
"Thank you so much Yamanaka-sama, I understand that you are busy, so I appreciate the kindness you've shown me and my family." My father said, his voice conveying his gratitude. I nodded earnestly at that statement.
"Good, I hope to see you again outside of my work, and I know that my daughter is excited to see you again as she's been worrying nonstop about you." Inoichi said with a smile and got up and left the room after informing my parents to talk with the front desk for scheduling.
I internally breathed a sigh of relief knowing that event was over and done with and canon would most likely continue on the track it was on. My parents told me they had to go schedule and they would see me again in a little bit and that they loved me. So, I laid alone in my hospital room, relaxing and trying to plan out my plans for the future to ensure my survival. I knew I had to blend in until the canon of the manga starts and then follow canon as best I can. Hopefully my new life as Sakura wouldn't be as terrible as those in the Isekai fanfictions I had read when I was younger. I tried to ready myself for the shit storm that would occur when in the following years. Lets hope I don't die.