By now, Haruka knew every small detail of the hospital. Staff members no doubt thought she lived her, since the doctor clocked overtime like a machine. Even if she wasn't going from room to room on rounds, the coal haired kunoichi could be found tucked away in the offices studying over some material or reviewing a patient care profile. She hadn't much interest other than this. Nothing had caught her eye. No other subject other than medic made her feel as knowledgeable or as powerful. Her family never cultured in her love in anything more than this. She made them all proud with how well she was doing in her career, but she wasn't satisfied until she held the position of chief.
There were many things the Shima woman knew about the various fields that wove together, but she just wasn't a specialist in any. And, even though she was prideful, she wasn't stupid so as to not ask for help. There were just some things that could be learn with much more ease with the help of another. She decided to ask a superior of her's. One who had been in the confines of this establishment for as long as she remembered. Even though Haruka knew so little of the woman, the mednin knew that her years made her much wiser than most of the newer doctors. Shinrya Kitsune, the Doctor, agreed much to Haruka's relief. One couldn't really pin her as shy, but Haruka often hated to ask a favor of anyone and put them in the imposition of obliging. However, Kitsune seemed more than happy to help her.
Haruka agreed to meet her in her office after hours. So, still dressed in her uniform, hurried in that steady and noble pace to the room that she had passed many times over the years. Knocking light, Haruka stepped inside and bowed. The flower pin in her hair jingled slightly as the strands of beads hanging from it rustled. "Thank you so much for agreeing to help me, Shinrya-San." She smiled politely at the young woman.
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There were many things the Shima woman knew about the various fields that wove together, but she just wasn't a specialist in any. And, even though she was prideful, she wasn't stupid so as to not ask for help. There were just some things that could be learn with much more ease with the help of another. She decided to ask a superior of her's. One who had been in the confines of this establishment for as long as she remembered. Even though Haruka knew so little of the woman, the mednin knew that her years made her much wiser than most of the newer doctors. Shinrya Kitsune, the Doctor, agreed much to Haruka's relief. One couldn't really pin her as shy, but Haruka often hated to ask a favor of anyone and put them in the imposition of obliging. However, Kitsune seemed more than happy to help her.
Haruka agreed to meet her in her office after hours. So, still dressed in her uniform, hurried in that steady and noble pace to the room that she had passed many times over the years. Knocking light, Haruka stepped inside and bowed. The flower pin in her hair jingled slightly as the strands of beads hanging from it rustled. "Thank you so much for agreeing to help me, Shinrya-San." She smiled politely at the young woman.
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