The Daily Life of Doctor Haruno
Day 1: Oh my God, please just get the flu shot. It’s FREE.
“But Sakura-chan, I don’t like needles!”
Sakura clenched her teeth, resisting the urge to smack the blonde sitting on the examination table in front of her.
“Naruto, we go through this every year, can’t you just get it peacefully, this once?” She almost felt like crying. The strongest of her generation-afraid of needles. Why is it that she’s the only one that has to put up with this every year? Oh yeah, because none of her boys would let any of the other staff near them.
Not even Shizune.
“ But what if it’s a tainted batch and I end up sick!?” Naruto whined. “What if it’s been poisoned by enemy ninja-what if, what if I end up DYING!?”
She groaned inwardly, closing her eyes and counting to twenty for patience as her teammate worked himself into a panic. Then, with a feigned sense of calm she uncapped the needle in her hand, within ten seconds having the blonde pinned beneath her on the exam table as she set her knees on his elbows, sitting on his abdomen and enhancing her legs with chakra so he couldn’t move.
She failed to notice his startled expression and the blush working its way up his face as she checked the syringe for air and tapped the last bubble out with a firm flick of her finger and a small press of the plunger.
Then, with a glance at his exposed upper arm, she very quickly cleaned the area with an alcohol wipe from her coat pocket and stuck the needle in. She ignored the unusual silence of her victim, taking it as progress that even his normal flinch was gone.
With a quick run of her chakra, the small wound was closed and she was up and off of him, at the door before he even had a chance to sit up from the daze he was in.
With a shake of her head, Sakura opened the door. “Next time Naruto, just get the flu shot. For Gods’ sake, it’s free.”
She strode out of the room, still not noticing-or maybe not caring about-the blush on his cheeks as his fried brain tried to work around what just happened.
‘Sakura-chans’ thighs are...soft...Sakura-chan....on me...’ A passing nurse made sure to get him out of his thoughts, shaking her head at her superiors name passing the handsome blondes’ lips as she laughed to herself on the pinkettes’ obliviousness.
