Characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

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She spends a week sulking.

She refuses to feel bad about her actions, refuses to second guess her decisions. After all, for the first time she's proud about something bigger than her outfit choice or her nail polishing skills.

Maybe if she keeps going she'll be finally happy about what she sees in others people's eyes reflection, maybe they'll start to feel proud too. Somewhere close to a shore shines a tall bridge with Naruto's name on it, somewhere along the forests rogue ninja discuss in hushed tones about a famous copyninja, and in a distant village people whisper to children tucked into bed about a red eye that can beat all the bad in the world.

She wishes they talked about a pink haired beauty with a healing touch and an awesome team behind her back.

But her feet need to stay rooted, so she brings her head down from the clouds and keeps sulking.

Days keep piling up and she also refuses to keep studying, she's so mad at the current system she can barely keep reading about hypocrites words. She's as disappointed as she was back when she discovered that, after spending so much time memorizing shinobi's rules, it all fades to nothing, it's all about pretty words and no real world backup.

What about patient's health above all? What about not de-humanizing? What about not seeing numbers and bodies but people and soul? Knowing the person's background to know what influence it has on their health? What about medic-patient relationship?

Rubbish.

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She's summoned to the Hokage's office a day later.

She starts fidgeting in place when her mentors gaze doesn't shift from the paper filled desk in front of her. She starts to apologize out of habit when she realizes that she's NOT sorry.

"Hokage-sama I-"

"It's okay kid. Tomorrow the hospital will start to receive larger funds from the Damiyo so you won't have to put up with this bullshite anymore." Her honey eyes locks with Sakura's own widened set. "I'm proud of you, I knew there was a reason I said yes".

Sakura can barely believe her ears.

"We'll resume next Friday with your training, and I'm talking about Actual training, so be ready to be thrown across the field. I'm sorry I've been so busy and neglected you but now that this… aberration is over, I can start looking after you again".

Now she wants to cry.

"- and go back to the hospital in a week from now".

Kakashi-sensei was cool, but Tsunade Senjuu was in another league.

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She goes back to her house and grabs a thick tome about how to cure burns and deeper wounds by cutting objects. It is still basic knowledge but she needs to really start from the base, needs to keep growing.

Going to the park in the neighborhood brings back nostalgic memories about a sunny blonde with smiles that came with friendship promises. She misses Ino, hasn't seen her since a good couple of months. Tomorrow she could go to the Yamanaka's flower shop and spend these "free" days catching up. She had, after her last bad breakup, decided to cherish more their bond.

She sighs as she plops herself on a swing, head cradled in one hand while the other changes the pages.

She submerges in the technique required to close tissue up to the muscle. Theory hasn't been a problem, getting her hands in and doing what her head told her to do was another thing. Memorizing might be a pain, but putting her thoughts into action was a much bigger obstacle. She lifted her hand and willed the chakra there, smiling lightly when the color changed to pale green.

Happy, fulfilled and confident were the emotions that being able to heal kept bringing to her.

She had healed her mother yesterday when she had cut herself with the kitchen knife cooking for her family. It had been a shallow cut, but she had left no scar. Her mother had smiled proudly at her and beamed for an hour straight.

Sakura frowned. A band aid could probably do the same job as well. Maybe she'd be proud too when she could heal deeper wounds.

Or maybe when she could save a life.

"Ouch". Someone yells not far from where she's still reading hours later.

Sakura lift her head up and moves it from one side till the other until she spots a little crowd of children.

"It hurts" The voice starts to sound watery.

"I'm sorry Minnie-chan, I tought I could catch you" A tiny redhead sounds so apologetic that even though Sakura does not –she does not- like children, feels sorry too.

"What happened here?" She asks approaching the little ones.

A taller kid answers, clearing the path now that an adult is coming to help. "Minnie-chan climbed a tree and was scared to come down. We told her to jump and that we would catch her" His voice thickens a little with guilt. "But we couldn't and now she's bleeding".

Oh well, she knew that people often promised to catch you and let you fall into your own false expectations. But these were innocent, taintless souls. And even tough Sakura knew this, she could not keep the morbid thought from crossing her mind. Sometimes if you looked past the everydayness, common situations could be twisted representations of harder and more meaningful lessons taught by life itself. You just had to be able to discern.

She closed her book and settled it against the ground, crouching down across a crying purple haired girl. Her hands reached her tinier ones and gently removed them from a bruised and bleeding knee.

"It's okay, I'm a- "She just couldn't say a trainee, she had to calm the little girl and offer some firmer authority figure. Patients needed to feel safe, needed to know that the one treating them knew what they were doing. Never mind this was hardly the riskier situations her books told her about. "- doctor, this knee will be healed and as good a new in a minute, don't be afraid, I'll take care of this".

But to Sakura's horror, Minnie started to cry harder.

"It's okay Minnie-chan" The tiny red head from earlier said. She grasped her friend's hands in her own and started to whisper reassurance words, combing her other hand through the now calming girl's hair. "Everything will be fine, mommy said that doctors make our booboos go away".

Sakura recovered herself quickly and placed a chakra filled hand to the girl wound, concentrating into stopping the bleeding and reforming the tissue.

"It's okay Minnie-chan. The pain is gone, now watch this". She said in her warmest voice, changing tactic and going for familiarity. "It's gone, it's all gone".

Maybe she could still learn some not book-related lessons from experience.

She always thought teachers were older, wiser. Maybe it wasn't true. Maybe some were and some… (she remembered the pediatrician), some just needed to learn still no matter the age.

Sakura hoped she could learn enough to be a good doctor someday.

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Author's note: Thank you so much for your reviews and fav/foll. I'm sorry for my english, it's not my first language, so feel free to pint out errors.

I guess I'll keep writting if it keeps bothering my brain.