EDIT: 5.14.08-spelling mistakes/plot holes.

The Nightingale Effect

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Although I'm currently saving up to takeover the franchise. So far, I've come to 12 pennies, a bus token and an old gum wrapper. Prepare yourself, Kishimoto.

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Throughout my medical career, people had always come and go. Even as a lowly intern, I was a problem solver of sorts. My duty consisted of finding the wound (the problem) and then using the best of my abilities to heal (fix) it.

With my job, survival varied often on the intensity of a problem. And of course, these problems always differed, causing me to encounter unique cases, odd solutions and heavy outcomes.

Patients would scale from a few broken limbs, to being at the brink of death. Heart monitors would jump to sudden levels of multiple beeps-deeming the patient safe, to the drastic change of low monotones. There was the contrast of families who would not leave the operating room, crying over bodies (which often led to healing difficulties), to the hallow silence of an alone patient.

All of my experiences were as equally traumatizing, but it was nothing I hadn't seen before. Because by my 5th year of medical assistance, I had seen it all. At least, I thought I had.

That was before he arrived, with most of his bones fractured, severe burns and a stubborn attitude to match.

During those dreary days, when I was incidentally assigned to treat him, I couldn't. When I tried to perform my duties by prescribing medicines and treating wounds that would possibly never heal, I often found myself being shooed away by a temperamental prick, whose pride was enough to fill two hospital beds.

And of course, I retaliated, my own temper getting the best of me as I lunged at my patient with bottles of pills rattling in my hands…

-But besides our daily medical spats, we fought over everything. From his sarcastic remarks about my unusual hair color, to his challenges regarding my professionalism; words and topics were never spared.

These moments often led up to the point of whenever I left my post (his room) for the night, something was always upturned, or destroyed from our previous bickering…

…Which was always annoying.

Turing back on those delightful moments, I often wondered how that man always managed to win those arguments.

Every time.

Whenever our discussions evolved into heated arguments, he would always stare straight into my eyes, challenge my opinions, and leave me, speechless for hours.

It wasn't as if his points were above mine…

-Because although I would never admit it, his dreamy, soft eyes of coal had always melted away at my ability to continue arguing. Watching him smirk with that amused expression on his (handsome) face, had always gotten me.

It was because above all, he was an Uchiha.

And like all Uchihas, his rugged good looks caused all females to swoon at his (bandaged) feet.

And I, Haruno Sakura, was no exception.

…Which was probably the most annoying thing about him.