Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Am I worth anything? ❯ red and white ( Chapter 3 )

A medic ninja walked down the hall towards the hospital room of Naruto Uzumaki. When he reached the door, he paused listening to see if anyone else was in there. It was silent so he let himself in. he stopped midstride then ran straight back out, yelling down the hall that he needed as many medics as possible in room 27 right away.

Doors slammed as people ran towards naruto's room. A crowd gathered at the sight of the blood spattered white sheets and the very pale 12 year old boy. Medics pushed through the crowd to help try and save the young jinchuuriki. After three straight hours, medics finally made it so that naruto could live. He was now even more close to dying that when he first entered the hospital. A young trainee noticed the note naruto had left on the table. She picked it up and read it quickly. Handing it to her sensei, she asked who had come to see naruto recently.

“iruka Umino” was the answer. Taking back the paper, she sped towards iruka's house.

A loud pounding woke iruka from a sound sleep. He stumbled wearily to the front door. He glared blearily at the young 16 year old girl waiting patiently for him to wake up all the way.

“are you iruka umino? I am Yoshiko a medic trainee.” she asked

“yeah is something wrong?”

wordlessly she handed him the paper to iruka. Tears threatened to fall from widened eyes as he read the untidy writing with difficulty. A single tear fell as iruka asked Yoshiko if he could see naruto. She nodded and the two of them headed towards the hospital. Iruka's house was pretty far away from the hospital seeing as both his parents had died there just 12 years ago. When his parents died, iruka had hated the hospital and even still he was uneasy in them. It seemed that everyone he cared about had died in a hospital. He hated the white sheets and pillows and the even whiter walls. They seemed so unfriendly and endless. He wondered how anyone could stand working in one of those white prisons it would kill him. And even though he would never admit it, hospitals scared the heck out of him. He would rather have to teach a bunch of kids at the academy for three weeks straight with no rest than work in a hospital.