（ sir please stop disrobing she is a professional. who has absolutely seen scantily-clad men before and is not bothered by nudity in a clinical, medicinal sense, but this is like. too much. too far.

what was it he needed again?

right. blood sample. (why?)

she shakes her head and comes over to him, pulling her medical satchel around to the front of her body. she always carries an assortment of items usually relegated to scrolls in her world, but since she can't always rely on fuinjutsu, the old-fashioned way it is. she takes out needles, vacutainers and tubing. the room was already sterilized as per her instruction, and the items are all single-use by nature, so she's not shy about setting the wrapped needles and containers on the countertop. ）

Nonsense, I'm a doctor. If I was bothered by a little blood, I wouldn't have gotten very far in my career, would I?

（ she's going to draw his blood and absolutely Not Think about the tiny little ᴼᴴ ᴺᴼ ᴴᴱ'ᔆ ᴴᴼᵀ going off like a claxon in her brain. it's ridiculous, she feels twelve years old all over again, making eyes at sasuke when they were all first assigned to team seven. not exactly the world's most pleasant retrospective.

as she gets everything ready but just prior to the whole 'stab him for science' part... ）

Why is it you need your own blood...?