The paper on the bench crackles loudly as I shift positions and I wince. Why do they even have paper on these weird bed bench things? I know to keep sick people's germs away but don't they have some kind of spray for that? I sigh and my mom flips through her magazine, bobbing her foot up and down.

"Stop sighing, we made a deal," She says and I stifle a groan. I made a deal with her that if I could go to school tomorrow while sick, I wouldn't make a peep.

"I know. But it's just you know how much I hate hospitals!" I say.

"Sakura, this isn't even a hospital. It's a doctor's office," She rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, close enough," I mumble and close my eyes, trying to shield them from the light. I've had a pounding headache since I woke up and I've spent the rest of the day with the aches and chills. Today is just not my day.

I hear someone knock at the door and I open my eyes, watching the doctor enter. She has short black hair and a kind face, her eyes are glued to a clipboard with what I'm guessing is my medical record. She looks up at me and smiles.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Shizune," She looks down at my mom and they shake hands.

"Hi," I say weakly and my mom shoots me a warning look.

"So, what seems to be the problem today?" Doctor Shizune asks.

"Well, she's been having aches and pains all day," My mom says and I just sit on the crackly paper, sulking.

"I can tell her myself," I snap, she's not even fazed, "I also had the chills. And my bones have been aching quiet badly," I finish, looking at the doctor.

She nods and rolls up her sleeves, "Ah, I see," She sets her clipboard down and pulls on a pair of latex gloves.

"Could you look up for me, Sakura?" She asks and I oblige.

She massages around my jaw and pauses at my lymph nodes, or I think that's what they're called. Her eyebrows furrow, "Does this hurt?" She asks, rubbing them with her thumbs. I shake my head.

Doctor Shizune's mouth sets in a tight line and jots some notes down onto her paper. My eyes widen.

Oh no! A flu is the last thing I need this week. It's homecoming week and I'm royalty. I was born to be Prom Queen; I spent half of my childhood wearing a plastic tiara and writing my acceptance speech. I still haven't finished it, though.

She lifts up my arm and feels my armpit in a similar manner, I stifle my giggles. I've always been really ticklish. Shizune's look becomes more focused.

"Could you lie down for me?" She asks and I lay on my back, causing the paper to crackle again.

She feels my stomach, pushing gently against my soft skin. I shiver.

Karin will be delighted to know that I have the flu. But I won't let that stop me from getting my crown. Who does she think she is, anyway? She wasn't even interested in becoming royalty until she learned I was!

"Hmmm," The doctor hums and I sit back up, pulling my shirt down.

She jots something quickly down in her clipboard, "I'll need to do a few more tests. But I don't think it's anything to worry about," She says and smiles reassuringly at us, although it doesn't reach her eyes. I smile back and so does my mom.

When she leaves the room my mom looks at the door, a thoughtful look on her face, "That was weird. I feel like there's something wrong," She says and I nod.

"It did kind of seem odd, the way she was 'hmmm'-ing and looking very concentrated," I note, checking my reflection out in the mirror, smoothing down my blossom colored hair. The part is weird and I attempt to fix it, only managing making it worse. I growl in frustration and my mom sighs.

"Sakura your hair looks fine. Beautiful, like always."

"I know but I just wanted to make sure."

There's a silence that fills the small examination room, my mom isn't even reading her magazine. She's fiddling with her hands, obviously nervous.

"Oh don't worry mom, I'm sure it's nothing," I say, trying not to roll my eyes. My mom and I have been on rocky terms lately and something small like an eye roll could spark a fight.

"You're probably right. But there was just something isn't sitting right with me," My mom says and right after a soft knock sounds at the door.

"Come in," I call and watch Doctor Shizune walk in, holding a few tubes and something I can't see.

"I'll just need some blood, you see," She says and I feel my face go pale.

"What? Why?" I ask, feeling queasy.

"Now don't worry, it's just a little prick. You'll barely feel it," The doctor says, suddenly seeming evil to me. I want to fling open the door and run away, away from the needle I see her pulling out.

"It's okay, honey. It will be over in a second," My mom comforts me and makes her way over to me, smoothing my hair down in a mother-like fashion.

I can't look when she cleans a spot on my arm, right near a vein. I hold my breath and wait for the pain to come. I hate needles, they've always scared me.

Several moments pass by and I wonder when she will just stick the god damn needle in me and get it over with.

"Alright. All done," I hear her say and I whip my head around to see a small needle being pulled out. I couldn't even feel it.

"Really?" I breath, bringing my arm closer to my face to inspect my battle wound, "Wow. That didn't hurt at all." I smile triumphantly.

"You're free to go. I'll just call your house later with the outcome," Shizune smiles at my mom and I feel relieved. We're finally out of this dreaded place.

I can't wait to tell Ino about how I didn't even flinch. I pause at the thought and laugh at how much I sound like a 5 year old.

. . .

I'm sitting in my room, doing my homework with Hinata on Skype when I hear the phone ring.

"I'll get it! It might be the doctor!" My mom calls.

"Okay!" I call back.

"Oh yeah, how was your doctor's appointment?" Hinata asks and I look at my screen, she looks worried.

"It was actually not that bad," I roll off, putting my pencil down and focusing on her, "I actually had my blood drawn and I couldn't even feel it!" I grin and Hinata smiles.

"Don't you hate needles?" She says in a light, sing-song voice. I've always been jealous of her voice; It's so light and soft and boys love it.

"Yeah. But it was weird, and I didn't even throw up when she-" I start to say but stop, I'm interrupted by a loud bang in the kitchen.

"What was that?" I hear Hinata say but I'm already up and out my bedroom door.

"Mom?" I call worriedly, rushing to the kitchen. When I find her she's on the floor, a chair knocked over. Tears are running down her face and panic shoots through me.

"Mom? What's wrong?" I pad over to her crumpled form, bending down.

"Ms. Haruno?" I hear on the other side of her and I look over her, the phone is on the ground. "Ms. Haruno are you okay?"

I pick the receiver up and put it to my ear, "I'm sorry but she's crying, who is this?" I ask, hoping it's my dad so I can chew him out. But it's a feminine voice that comes back to me.

"..Sakura? It's Doctor Shizune," I hear and my I feel my blood run cold, what did she say that made my mom cry?

"Yes?" I swallow dryly.

"Your tests have come back, we did a very routine blood test. We've found something," She says and I feel my hands go numb.

"What?" I ask shakily and my mom starts sobbing on the floor, the sound of it breaks my heart.

"I'm afraid to inform you that you have been diagnosed with Leukemia."

That's my first chapter! I intend to update regularly, but it might be a little sporadic. I'm sorry. AHAHAHA. No really, I am.

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