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The trees just outside Sakura's room swayed a little in the early morning breeze that came with the downpour. Her bright green eyes blinked as the phone rang- it was only 5:00 in the morning. Sakura reached for her pink phone, wondering who it could be so early.
"Kinomoto Sakura speaking," she began, but lost her voice immediately as she heard the shaking wail from the other line.
"Sakkuraa!"
"Meiling?" Sakura's eyes widened in horror. "What's wrong?" The incoherent sobs began again. Finally, the upset Chinese girl calmed herself enough to choke out: "Syaoran-sick-hurry-blood-Sakkuraa!"
"Hold on, Meiling, we'll be right there!" Sakura hung up hastily and threw on a sweatshirt. Kicking open her bay window, an icy rain spattered her face. Picking up Kero and tucking him in her pocket, she released the Key of Clow and commanded: "Fly!" seating herself upon the staff. Soon, she was sailing over the town.
Swooping down into the Li's yard, Sakura recalled the Fly and hurried through the door. Running up the stairs to the fourth floor apartment, she skidded to a halt in front of room 305. Pounding on the door, she leaned against the solidness of it. She heard the bolt slide back and Meiling opened the door, her eyes bloodshot, her hair mussed.
"Oh, Meiling," Sakura sighed and wrapped her friend into a hug. Meiling started crying again and, taking Sakura's hand, lead her to a room down the hall. She gestured for Sakura to enter alone.
"I've seen enough sorrow for one night," she whispered, and left Sakura alone with Syaoran.
He looked awful. His skin was pale and shined with sweat; his hair was plastered to his forehead. There was blood and vomit on the beige carpet; blood spattered his sheets and his hands. Sakura fought the desire to shake him. This couldn't be Syaoran, her mind chanted. This is not Syaoran. This is all a bad dream.
"Sakura...?" a weak voice murmured from the bed, and Sakura's green eyes met with Saran's dim chocolate ones. She fought back tears. His eyes held no spark of life. It was as if he had given up the will to live.
"Yes? I'm right here, Syaoran," Sakura reached out for his hand. He bit his lip, squinting.
"Where...are you?" Her eyes widened in shock.
"You can't see me? I'm right here! Right here, Syaoran!" She shook her hand in front of his face. "Can't you see my hand? Look," she held up three fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
Syaoran squinted again. "You're holding your hand up?" She brought it closer to his face.
"What do you see?"
"Darkness." Her breath caught. Syaoran turned his flat eyes to her face, and tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes.
"Sakura...I'm blind, aren't I?" She couldn't bring herself to answer him. With a little grunt, Syaoran propped himself up. "Lean closer. I can see your outline." Sakura brought her face up to his so their faces were only centimeters away.
"See anything?" Sakura waited with bated breath.
"Just the shape of your face. Your beautiful, beautiful face. Why can't I see anything?" Sakura backed a little bit away from him.
"Since when am I beautiful?" she asked, tentatively.
"Since always, Sakura." He replied calmly. She subconsciously wished he meant what he was saying, but she knew it was just delirium. "Your breath is warm." He leaned his head on her shoulder. "I need you, Sakura. I need you and Meiling, but I need you more."
"You're delirious, Syaoran."
"Just because I'm blind means I'm out of my head?"
"You're sick as a dog!"
"Ugh...you're right. I think I'll go to bed. I love you, Sakura. Make sure Meiling is ok."
"I will. Get better."
"Thank you."
As Sakura left, she looked sadly at Meiling, who had fallen asleep on the couch. When she slid into bed and replaced Kero-chan in his makeshift hammock, she hoped that Syaoran got well soon, and that everyone else would stay healthy.
Only half of that wish came true.
The trees just outside Sakura's room swayed a little in the early morning breeze that came with the downpour. Her bright green eyes blinked as the phone rang- it was only 5:00 in the morning. Sakura reached for her pink phone, wondering who it could be so early.
"Kinomoto Sakura speaking," she began, but lost her voice immediately as she heard the shaking wail from the other line.
"Sakkuraa!"
"Meiling?" Sakura's eyes widened in horror. "What's wrong?" The incoherent sobs began again. Finally, the upset Chinese girl calmed herself enough to choke out: "Syaoran-sick-hurry-blood-Sakkuraa!"
"Hold on, Meiling, we'll be right there!" Sakura hung up hastily and threw on a sweatshirt. Kicking open her bay window, an icy rain spattered her face. Picking up Kero and tucking him in her pocket, she released the Key of Clow and commanded: "Fly!" seating herself upon the staff. Soon, she was sailing over the town.
Swooping down into the Li's yard, Sakura recalled the Fly and hurried through the door. Running up the stairs to the fourth floor apartment, she skidded to a halt in front of room 305. Pounding on the door, she leaned against the solidness of it. She heard the bolt slide back and Meiling opened the door, her eyes bloodshot, her hair mussed.
"Oh, Meiling," Sakura sighed and wrapped her friend into a hug. Meiling started crying again and, taking Sakura's hand, lead her to a room down the hall. She gestured for Sakura to enter alone.
"I've seen enough sorrow for one night," she whispered, and left Sakura alone with Syaoran.
He looked awful. His skin was pale and shined with sweat; his hair was plastered to his forehead. There was blood and vomit on the beige carpet; blood spattered his sheets and his hands. Sakura fought the desire to shake him. This couldn't be Syaoran, her mind chanted. This is not Syaoran. This is all a bad dream.
"Sakura...?" a weak voice murmured from the bed, and Sakura's green eyes met with Saran's dim chocolate ones. She fought back tears. His eyes held no spark of life. It was as if he had given up the will to live.
"Yes? I'm right here, Syaoran," Sakura reached out for his hand. He bit his lip, squinting.
"Where...are you?" Her eyes widened in shock.
"You can't see me? I'm right here! Right here, Syaoran!" She shook her hand in front of his face. "Can't you see my hand? Look," she held up three fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
Syaoran squinted again. "You're holding your hand up?" She brought it closer to his face.
"What do you see?"
"Darkness." Her breath caught. Syaoran turned his flat eyes to her face, and tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes.
"Sakura...I'm blind, aren't I?" She couldn't bring herself to answer him. With a little grunt, Syaoran propped himself up. "Lean closer. I can see your outline." Sakura brought her face up to his so their faces were only centimeters away.
"See anything?" Sakura waited with bated breath.
"Just the shape of your face. Your beautiful, beautiful face. Why can't I see anything?" Sakura backed a little bit away from him.
"Since when am I beautiful?" she asked, tentatively.
"Since always, Sakura." He replied calmly. She subconsciously wished he meant what he was saying, but she knew it was just delirium. "Your breath is warm." He leaned his head on her shoulder. "I need you, Sakura. I need you and Meiling, but I need you more."
"You're delirious, Syaoran."
"Just because I'm blind means I'm out of my head?"
"You're sick as a dog!"
"Ugh...you're right. I think I'll go to bed. I love you, Sakura. Make sure Meiling is ok."
"I will. Get better."
"Thank you."
As Sakura left, she looked sadly at Meiling, who had fallen asleep on the couch. When she slid into bed and replaced Kero-chan in his makeshift hammock, she hoped that Syaoran got well soon, and that everyone else would stay healthy.
Only half of that wish came true.