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Hello lovelies!

This story is being rebirthed! Please enjoy this teaser and be on the look out for it's newer, better version "Medical Breakthrough". It will be using a lot of components from the previous three chapters, but is much more planned and will actually be completed!

Full Summary:

At 17, Sakura and the Rookie 9 find themselves responsible for the rebuilding of a nation. Wrought with grief, Sakura throws herself into her work, and seems to successfully keep her demons at bay. After three years, her defenses seem to be wearing thin, and she must finally cope with the reality of her trauma.

This story follows Sakura as she searches for relief, desperate to paint the color of passion back into her barren landscapes. It started as thinly-veiled smut, but has grown into a full fledged story. It's still a work in progress and exists only thanks to the amazing reviews left, so please left me know how you want to see it grow!

Warnings:

Smuts, cussing, drug-use, bad humor, 'adult-themes' whatever the hell that means

Sakura wasn't sure if she relished or despised the stress of her post-war life. Nothing seemed certain, despite the long standing issue of Sasuke Uchiha being resolved. She channeled her heartbreak into her personal project - The Children's Hospital. Sakura wasn't blind to the long-standing trauma of her life as a ninja, and how, inadvertently, the trauma of Sasuke almost resulted in the demise of her way of life. It was easy to throw herself into promising the program's success. It was easy to set goals, treat adorable children, and to keep a training regime on the side.

It wasn't easy when she stagnated.

It was no longer enough to train with Ino or Naruto. Previously backbreaking volunteer shifts in the ER passed like molasses, and Sakura's once pleasantly numb consciousness was again flooded with waste. Sakura was proud of her accomplishments. Proud of the smiling faces that once only knew sorrow, of the positive effect that extended to the nurses, hell, she was proud anyone had bothered to listen to her. Yet still, she awoke each morning unsatisfied, and ended each evening emptier than the last.

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I'm lookin' to post it soon, so check back with me!