The very next day, Sakura awoke to find out that Syaoran had regained very little health, but wasted it mouthing the words, "I love you too, Sakura-chan" as a nurse was walking by. And as the months passed, there was no more heard from Syaoran. He was drawing near his destiny and it would soon seal their fates.
"Sakura-chan, I just got word that Syaoran is fighting the coma! His strength is limited now, and no one is sure if he can survive or not," Tomoyo said one day at the Kinomoto's breakfast table.
"What?! Fighting the coma? No, they said he'd be fine! They did!" Sakura shouted in disbelief.
"Gomen Sakura, but that is what they said," Touya replied.
"No, no, they couldn't have! They just couldn't! Clow-san can't do this!" Sakura screamed, running out the door in tears.
Clow-san I hate you! Stay away from me! Stay away from Syaoran-kun! If you dare, I will truly kill myself and burn the cards, releasing them! You have caused enough trouble to Syaoran and me! Now leave me! Save him! Don't you dare! Sakura's mind wailed uncontrollably.
As she was running, she could just see Eriol strolling towards the park. She huffed as she stood there, amazed that he was so calm and his face so cheery when Syaoran was dying in the hospital ahead of him. Yes, he had gotten Syaoran jealous many times in their brief childhood, but this was no time to be playing innocent. It was a tragic time, but Sakura decided to keep it away until after Syaoran's fate was sealed... weather it was death or survival.
"Li, Syaoran please," Sakura asked kindly.
"Oh, and may I verify who you are? If you are jotted on this list, you may go see him. If not, please leave until visiting hours," the doctor said kindly, her eyes warm. It made Sakura want to vomit. How could someone act so giddy and happy when someone was dying?
"Kinomoto Sakura," she verified.
"Kinomoto Sakura, his girlfriend?" she asked.
"Aye," she said.
"Hm... let me just check you to this photo. Ah, aye, you are Kinomoto Sakura. You know the way to his room, right?"
"Aye."
And as Sakura walked to Syaoran's room, she could feel herself tremble, her heart wanting to crumble. And at that moment, she stuffed her hand into her pocket and found kodamayuki. The beautiful kodamayuki was not yet melted.
Isn't powdered snow – the kodamayuki – supposed to have melted by now? How strange...
"Yelan-san! W... Where is Syaoran?!" Sakura gasped.
"Oh they've taken him away... my Syaoran..." she cried.
"Yelan-san, if you just tell me where he is, I'm sure I can get to him!" Sakura said, trying to snap Yelan out of the confusion beholding her.
"You can't. You can't. My Sakura, they've taken him for tests. They say they need tests to assure his fate. If the tests are negative they will let him die in his sleep, but if the tests are positive, then they don't need to do anything. They just let him sleep until he gains consciousness himself," Yelan explained, her eyes puffy and pink.
"So, this is their plan... to either let him die or stay alive. Either way, they're taking the cowardly way out! If they won't do anything, I will!" Sakura declared, grasping her key.
I'm sure that I can somewhere summon a card and command it to somehow save Syaoran – it's possible, I am quite sure.
"The key that holds the power of darkness. Reveal your true form to me. I, Sakura, commands thee under convent. Release!" she chanted in a dark section of the park.
"The Change, come to me and obey my command! Switch my mind with Syaoran's!" Sakura commanded. She knew it would be a dangerous and risky thing to do, knowing that if Syaoran would die that very twenty-four hours, she too would die along with his body, his mind contained within her own.
The Change stayed in its spot, not doing a thing. Apparently it could not switch minds with them, which meant there was no other way for Sakura. She longed that there could be a way to save Syaoran. She hoped that life itself could change the outcome. She was mostly terrified of what Clow Reed had done.
"Clow card, return," she whispered, and The Change returned to its card form.
"Gomen Syaoran, I... I've tried. I'm... I'm sorry... I... my love for you... is too weak," Sakura said, falling to the lush floor below her, her body shaken and sore.
"Sakura... it is not your fault... it is no one's," a voice came.
"Syaoran?"
"No, it is not Syaoran. It is I, Eriol."
"Eriol? But... how did... why?"
"You have too many questions and so little time. The fate of the cards will soon seal your destinies," Eriol said.