Disclaimer: Me no own Naruto.

A/N: This has been bugging me for a long time to write it out.

"Write me! Write me!", it was squealing.

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The child lay on the bed, hooked up to various machines. If you listened very quietly, you could hear his shallow breathing. He looked up at the doctor, hoping for optimistic words.

The doctor pretended to be absorbed into the words on the clipboard. She was actually mentally preparing herself, teaching herself how to say the words she was to tell the boy. Finally, the doctor put the clipboard down onto the bedside table and sat on the bed, beside the boy's feet. She brushed her hair out of her face, and inhaled deeply.

"Sweetie... didn't you say that you would try your best?"

The patient looked back up at her with confused eyes. "You mean... I'm going to die?" His voice quivered.

She smoothed out the covers by the end of the bed, lowering her gaze. "The poison is spreading really fast. Remember how it started in your calf? That's here-" The medic showed the boy which part of the leg she was talking about. "-and it's spreading slowly towards your heart." She furiously blinked back tears.

"I did try my best! But does that mean I'm going to die? Doctor- what is it?" He looked curiously at his doctor.

She stood quickly, as if jerked up by a puppeteer. Her eyes grew wide with horror as she continued to gaze out the window. She turned towards her patient and whispered furiously, "Get under the bed! Now!"

The boy blinked at her, not sure if his doctor had gone insane or what. She groaned and picked him up easily and slowly dropped underneat the bed. "Don't come out." she warned.

Just as the words were out of her mouth, the door fell open with a blast, along with bits of the wall. There, behind the swirls of dust, was a man with black hair and a scowling face.

"Give me the boy," demanded the intruder, "or you die."

Something familiar about his eyes...

"Are you deaf, bitch?"

The doctor drew herself to her full height. "No. I won't give you the boy."

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Sasuke's eyes narrowed at this doctor standing in his way. She looked so familiar... someone in his distant past. He just can't seem to remember who she was.

Her pink hair was tied into a loose ponytail at the back of her head. The white doctor's robe was open and flapping, revealing a knee-length dress with slits down the thighs, showing dark turquise shorts underneath. He could see no forehead protector on her body, nor any visible weapons.

All that was familiar... yet he can't quite seem to remember who she was.

It has been ten years since he had left Konoha. Many things happened during those ten years.

The woman reached into the deep pockets on either side of her doctor's robe and pulled out something she hasn't worn in ten years. She tied it on her head the way she did when she was a genin- past the forehead like a headband. In one fluid motion, she took off the white garment- flung it into the air in front of her so that for just one second, it would block her out from this man's view.

When Sasuke blinked again, she was full armed with kunais, shurikens, and senbon needles.

Pink hair, red dress, turquise shorts. Memories were triggered. Two words matched the figure he beheld.

Harouno Sakura.

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Yah, I know it's ridiculous that Sakura's wearing the same things as she was wearing ten years ago, but hey, Kurenai wears a much sillier attire if you ask me. I mean, I can totally imagine Sakura still wearing that at age 22.