My First Attempt into the world of Sakura. Disclaimer: I don't own Card Captor Sakura.

"Was I too late?"

She had pushed the white glossy doors out of her way.

It was never supposed to be this way. He had fought as hard as he could for her, amidst her pathetic cowardice. No, it wasn't fair, she was weak, woefully weak. And here he laid, defeated and playing dangerously with death's vice.

"Miss Kinomoto, visiting hours are over." A nurse quietly informed her, rearranging an enormous set of roses on the table next to him. Meiling had been here earlier than her, she noted.

Sakura breathed heavily, feeling her own piercing heartbeat out of her uniform. It was her fault, her own damn fault. And now she had even failed at being at his side. She had been too late since the beginning.

She approached him apprehensively. He laid quietly, his chest heaving with difficulty, up and down, up and down. She whimpered and noticed, across his left temple, an oozing wound, covered with medical wraps.

"He...he looks pale," she squeaked, half covered by her cold hands.

"He took quite a hit. Whatever happened to him must have caused some damage, I've never seen anything like it."

Sakura stiffened a sob, avoiding showing her guilty expression and revealing the truth of what secret mission had forced them both to risk their lives.

"At this point," the woman put her firm hand on the girl's trembling shoulder, "I...I don't think he can recognize anyone."

Sakura widened her eyes in ghastly fear, noticing his pale skin reflected in the moonlight.

"Are you two good friends?"

She felt queasy. Everything had happened so fast. She had been a fool not to notice it, it had been too obvious. Kero and Toya had warned her for good reasons. It was present in her overprotective gaze, his vigilant, almost psychotic, care for her, the way he had looked at her in class. It scared her.

He had come for her, even when they both knew that she had faltered. He had stood along her, at times when she thought he was being reluctant to, fighting in the task solely given to her.

But worst of all, he had saved her, perhaps from her own foolish demise.

Sakura held his hand, swearing to herself that she heard a soft groan coming from his tender lips.

He loved her.