The man stepped closer, a smirk plastered on his face as he spoke. "Oh, you're playing hard to get now, huh?" His eyes, as washed-out as the baked sky above, held a glint of something cruel. "Asking three men to give you a lollipop in a video that has gone viral." He chuckled darkly at his own nasty remark, the sound cracking his dry lips. Boruto shuddered with horror as the nurse referenced the film, confirming that he was aware of what he had done.
"How… how do you know about that?" He inquired, his voice quivering as he spoke. The man's smirk widened, and his demeanor darkened; he took out his phone. A shimmer of light reflected off the screen as he played the video, which featured Boruto's private film from a gay website.
Boruto's heart sank as the nurse took out his phone to play the video and presented it to him via an explicit website. He felt the floor rush to meet him. It was a nightmare to see his private moments splashed across the screen, available for the entire world to see, and the realization of how people must perceive him crashed over him like a tidal wave.
"Please… don't show me that… please…"
He chuckled darkly, a sinister smirk creeping across his face as he leaned in closer, his voice dripping with mockery. "Oh, acting innocent now, whore?" The words reverberated in the sterile room, echoing Boruto's mounting dread. Boruto whimpered nervously, his heart pounding in his chest as he absorbed the nurse man's harsh and hurtful words, feeling completely humiliated. The walls seemed to close in around him, amplifying his vulnerability.
"Please… I didn't want to do it…" Boruto stammered, desperation lacing his voice as he searched for a glimmer of understanding in the man's cold eyes.
"Oh really!?" The nurse man questioned, his smirk widening as he reveled in Boruto's discomfort. "But you were begging here." With a swift motion, he produced a video on his phone, the screen illuminating the dark room with a flickering light that felt all too accusatory. Boruto's breath caught in his throat as he recognized the damning footage, shame flooding through him.
Suddenly, the man's hand shot out and grabbed Boruto's arm with an iron grip, sending a jolt of terror coursing through the young boy. He felt utterly trapped, like a small animal ensnared in a hunter's trap. Tears welled up in his eyes and spilled over, cascading down his cheeks as he fought to maintain some semblance of composure. The weight of humiliation pressed heavily on his shoulders, and in that moment, all he wanted was to escape this nightmare that had become his reality.
He begged the nurse man to stop, his voice trembling with fear, each word laced with desperation as tears streamed down his face, glistening like tiny diamonds against his flushed cheeks. The room felt suffocating, the sterile scent of antiseptic mingling with the heavy weight of dread that hung in the air.
"No… please… leave me alone… please stop… please…." His voice quivered as he pleaded, each syllable punctuated by sobs that escaped his lips like broken whispers. He squirmed in an attempt to break free from the grip that felt like a vice around his arm, but his cries echoed in the silence, falling on deaf ears and blind eyes that showed no sign of compassion or mercy.
The nurse man's expression remained cold and unyielding, a mask of indifference that only deepened Boruto's sense of isolation. With every shaky breath, Boruto felt a wave of hopelessness wash over him, as if he were shouting into an abyss where no one could hear him. The tears continued to flow, blurring his vision and making the world around him spin. In that moment, all he wanted was to be invisible, to escape this torment and find solace in a place where he could feel safe once more.
Suddenly, the door banged open with a resounding crash, startling everyone in the room. Boruto flinched violently at the sound, his head snapping around to locate the source of the commotion. The nurseman froze in place, his face paling as he turned toward the door, a mix of shock and fear etched across his features.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Sakura demanded as she stormed into the room, her voice sharp and filled with righteous fury. Her emerald eyes blazed with anger, and her clenched fists trembled slightly as she took in the scene before her. The tension in the air was palpable, and her commanding presence made it clear that she would not tolerate any further wrongdoing. Behind her, several hospital staff gathered outside the door, their murmurs of concern adding to the charged atmosphere.
The nurse standing beside Boruto's bed stumbled backward in terror, his bravado crumbling under Sakura's piercing glare. Boruto, still trembling with fear, stared at her in stunned silence, his tear-streaked face reflecting both relief and disbelief.
"I... I... It's n-not what it looks like... Besides, he—" the man stammered, attempting to justify himself. But before he could finish his sentence, Sakura moved with lightning speed. Her fist connected with his face in a powerful punch that sent him reeling backward into the wall with a loud thud. A cry of pain escaped his lips as he slumped against the cold surface, clutching his face.
Sakura wasted no time. She marched over to him, her expression unrelenting as she grabbed him by the collar and yanked him upright. "Explain what you were doing in this child's room!" she demanded in a booming voice that echoed through the room. Her tone was laced with fury but also carried an undercurrent of desperation, as though she hoped for any explanation that might make sense of what she had just witnessed.
The man squirmed under her grip, trembling visibly as he struggled to form coherent words. Meanwhile, Boruto remained frozen on the bed, his wide eyes darting between Sakura and the subdued man. The sight of Sakura standing tall and unyielding brought him a flicker of hope amidst the chaos, though his body still shook from the trauma of what had transpired moments ago.
The man tried to come up with an excuse for being in my room, stammering with fear as Sakura stood over him, her eyes blazing with fury.
"I was just… checking on… the kid's health…" the nurse said in a shaky voice, his words tumbling out in a desperate attempt to justify his presence. But instead of calming her, his feeble excuse only fueled her anger further. Without hesitation, Sakura unleashed a powerful punch, her fist connecting with his jaw like a thunderclap. The force of the blow sent him sprawling to the ground, blood streaming from his face and a sickening crack echoing through the room as his jaw broke.
Other hospital staff gathered in the doorway, their expressions a mix of shock and horror at the violent scene unfolding before them. Boruto felt a knot tighten in his stomach as he watched Sakura's fierce determination. She turned to the ANBU ninja present, her voice steady and commanding despite the chaos. "Arrest him right now," she demanded, her tone leaving no room for disobedience. The ANBU guards sprang into action, swiftly apprehending the unconscious nurse and dragging him away.
The hospital staff and other ninjas in the area stared in disbelief at the scene Sakura had created, whispers of concern rippling through the crowd. Boruto sat in my hospital bed, his heart racing as he processed what had just happened. A mix of fear and shock coursed through him, but there was also a strange sense of relief now that the threat had been neutralized. He couldn't help but admire Sakura's fierce protective instincts, even as he grappled with the unsettling reality of violence erupting in such a place.
Within a few minutes, news of the incident reached the Hokage, prompting him and Sasuke to rush to the hospital. The air was thick with tension as Naruto and Sasuke burst through the hospital doors, their expressions fierce and determined. Anger flared in Naruto's veins, a primal urge to confront the man who had threatened his son. This intensity sent a chill down Boruto's spine, making him feel small and vulnerable, even though he knew their wrath was directed at the arrested nurse.
He fidgeted nervously in his bed, the sterile smell of antiseptic and the faint beeping of medical equipment amplifying his anxiety. As Sasuke and Naruto entered the room, their faces twisted in anger, Boruto felt an overwhelming wave of dread wash over him. He understood that they were furious at the nurse, but that knowledge offered little comfort; he was still terrified. Tears streamed down his cheeks, a mix of fear and relief at seeing his father and mentor.
Naruto's protective instinct kicked in as he noticed Boruto's distress. He softened his tone, trying to bridge the gap between anger and concern. "Boruto, are you alright?" he asked, leaning in closer to assess any physical harm the nurse might have inflicted. The moment Naruto approached, Boruto flinched instinctively, his heart racing as if he were still under threat. Seeing this reaction made Naruto step back, confusion and worry etched on his face.
Tears continued to cascade down Boruto's cheeks as his father stepped closer once again, concern etched deeply into his features. Yet, Boruto's instinctive flinch only deepened Naruto's worry; he didn't want to add to his son's fear. "Boruto, are you okay?" Sasuke asked with a gentler tone than usual, his usual stoicism giving way to genuine concern. But instead of answering, Boruto felt an overwhelming urge to escape; he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stumbled to his feet.
In a panic-driven moment, he bolted toward the door, uncertainty clouding his mind as he sought a way out of this emotional turmoil. The world outside felt like a refuge from the chaos within him, even if it meant running away from those who cared for him most.