Sasuke politely offered his chair to his mother and chose to stand beside his father.
"Naruto, how are you feeling?" Mikoto asked, her eyes shining with sincerity.
"Could be worse," I shrugged, offering a small smile.
"All that counts is that you're alive," she commented, smiling. I only nodded. I think my mother noticed how close I was to the Uchihas and I vaguely wondered how she felt or what she thought. If though she didn't act a whole lot like my mother, she was by blood and that still meant something. Blood is thicker than water after all.
It was then that the doctor stepped in. "I see you're awake," she muttered. "Your condition seems to improving, you seem to heal quite fast," she commented. "You can go home tomorrow," she informed.
I smiled. "Alright, thank you," I stated politely as she left the room.
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Little Things｜ SN
FanfictionIt was the little things. What he said. How he acted. All the things his parents engraved in his mind and what ultimately led up to his prevail. 〜short chapters 100-300 words per〜 /The Loser by Zach Farache /Disclaimer: Naruto not its characters do...
