Prompt: Continuation of the heated argument prompt
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When she walked into the room her smile fell.
“Oh, this must be a mistake,” she said quietly, wondering if she somehow got the room wrong. She opened the file in her hands and read the name, her eyes meeting the frozen gaze of the person sitting in front of her. Sasuke Uchiha. She sighed and looked up. His expression matched the photo in his file—blank, unblinking. He didn’t seem amused. “I’m sorry,” she said, louder this time, “I’ll get you another medic—”
“It’s not a mistake,” Sasuke said, remembering how difficult it was to schedule this appointment, to finally convince the other nurses to let him see her. Sakura-san’s instructions were clear, Uchiha-san. We’re sorry. The war had ended weeks ago, and yet, he was nowhere near peace. She refused to talk to him, to see him, to go anywhere she knew he’d be. And the others were starting to notice. He sighed. “I don’t want another medic.”
Sakura blinked. “Are you sure?” she asked, “Are you sure you trust me?”
Sasuke clenched his jaw and looked away, refusing to answer her. It was a low blow, but he knew he deserved it. Sakura had every right to be angry with him. He heard her drop his file on the table.
“Never mind,” she said, her tone exasperated, her expression tired, “Just tell me what’s bothering you, Sasuke-kun.”
There was an awkward pause as Sasuke scrambled to come up with a reasonable ailment. He’d been so wrapped up in trying to find a way to get Sakura to speak to him that he’d forgotten that he actually needed to have a reason to see her like this. “It’s my—my chest,” Sasuke finally said, “Sometimes it’s hard to breathe.”