Shiori felt very odd. When she had awoken, she grimaced at what greeted her, as soon as her eyes adjusted to the change in light, she could see the sickening white ceiling that towered over her and the stench that attacked her nose. She knew, no doubt, she was in the hospital. Shifting slightly, she managed to seat herself up and her head was immediately attacked by a headache and her nose prickled in pain. She winced as her hands cried, to her horror, her hands were in a worse state than when she had an accident with an explosive seal she had tampered with.
Her entire hand was wrapped in a cast, she could not even make an outline of her fingers or feel her hand. Wincing as the pain attacked her with every move she made, she turned to her side and was relieved by the opened window, if she had gotten a windowless area to rest at, she might have gone insane. Sighing, she glanced around the room and noticed that while there was another bed in the room she was held at, it was not occupied. On her bedside, was a bed table, and on it was a clear see-through vase, and in it was a bouquet made up of roses, peonies and hydrangeas. Shiori smiled, sure she does not actually remember the meaning of each flower, but she knew that peonies were flowers associated with healing.
"Nee-san!" Shiori forced her head to look up with great difficulty and her smile widened at the sight of her sister. Before she knew it, Shiori had been tackled by a sobbing mass of pink. She opened her mouth, in a raspy voice, she spoke, "Imouto..."
"Nee-san! Are you okay? Do you feel hurt? Do you want water? Of course, you do, why did I even ask, sit down, don't move. I'll call a doctor right now-" Shiori held a hand up and waved her sister off, amused, "Mah, Imouto-chan, I'm fine. Perhaps a glass of water would be nice."
Sakura shuffled away, leaving behind Shiori who sat quietly in the hospital room. The prodigy leaned back against her pillow and heaved a sigh, she felt odd. She did. Her body felt weaker than she had ever been, her hand was immobilized, no doubt due to her recklessness, her head was hurting and her body ached. Shiori glanced to her right as Sakura came back in with a doctor in tow and a glass of water. Swallowing her saliva - that had hurt awfully too -, she watched as the doctor approached her with a reprimanding look, "Shiori Haruno?"
Shiori nodded while accepting the glass of water from Sakura with her working hand. She tipped the glass back and grimaced as the water burned her throat, what had she done to her body this time? If Katawara-sensei was here, he'd be extremely mad at her. Looking up, she watched as the doctor looked through her record that hung at her bed with an indifferent look on his face. He looks up, "Are you feeling any extreme pain?"
"No," Shiori lied. She did feel oddly painful in her head, but it was most likely due to the fact she had almost immediately tried to sit up after she woke up. Tilting her head, she watched as the doctor surveyed her and force a small smile on her face. The doctor gave her a flat look, "Ninja. All the same."
The doctor left after a small checkup, leaving the two sisters alone in the once again quiet room. Sakura pulled a chair before sitting beside Shiori who gazed at her sobbing sister sadly, "Imouto-" "You were in a coma for a week and two days, nee-san, if you have not awakened by the end of this week, they would have proclaimed you as dead."
Oh, so that had been why her sister was sobbing so bad. Shiori reached her injured free hand out and tugged Sakura closer to her. Sakura had her head rested beneath her sister's chin and tears soaking into Shiori's hospital gown. It had been scary, to see Shiori that way. Sakura always saw Shiori as someone who was always there, Shiori had always been strong, she fought through everything with ease. Then, after that fight, she had fallen backwards, completely dropping down, non-moving.
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Hundreds of orange wearing Ninja popped up and all of them grinned, saying, "You were saying?"
