Author's Note: This fanfic has been left untouched for months. I've been very busy, with attachments and school. I ran into a wall and I couldn't think of anything interesting to include in this fanfic. So now I finally dug out a short paragraph which I wrote quite some time ago and I'll continue from there.

Disclaimer: As usual, I didn't come up with Sakura and company. So please don't sue me cause I'm broke. Like always.

The crisp white wall, people dressed in white walking past briskly. The only thing that was lacking was the antiseptic odor that was normally associated with hospitals all the time. Thoughts rushing through Sakura's mind, it all seemed unreal and dream-like. Confusion set in and she slumped into a sitting position on the floor. People were staring but she couldn't care less. Doctors and nurses were too busy in the emergency room to stop and check on her.

"Sakura-chan!" Tomoyo's voice rang out from the other end of the corridor. "Sumimasen, sumimasen." she whispered loudly to everyone who turned her way. Face flushed, Tomoyo rushed to Sakura's side.

"Come, let's get you a seat." Eriol said, helping her up, emerging himself from behind Tomoyo.

Sakura stared up at Eriol, then her face crumbled and she began to cry. "Shh. it's okay. It's not your fault." Eriol pressed Sakura against his chest and whispered into her ear.

"You don't understand. I caused his death. it's my fault." Sakura said between gulps of air.

"Nothing's decided yet. They're still trying to save him right?" Tomoyo added. "So let's not jump to conclusions just yet."

The twin sliding doors opened and suddenly the Emergency Department was flooded with ambulance's siren. The process of waiting has got to be the longest distance between time and space. It was a long while before the doctors finally emerged from the emergency room. Wei rushed forward to hear what the doctor has to say.

"As he was lacking oxygen for a long period of time, I'm afraid that his brain is more or less affected. We've put him on oxygen and transferred him to ICU. His doctor in-charge will let you know more regarding his condition."

Forming a group of four, they rode the lift in silence up to the ICU ward. As a regulation in every ICU ward, only two visitors are allowed in the room. So Wei and Eriol went in first. Eriol knew Sakura would want Tomoyo's support and therefore offered to go in with Wei. Tomoyo held Sakura's hands as a form of assurance and encouragement. Both girls jumped up when the doctor approached.

"We've done a CT scan and the result is normal. As to why he's remaining unconscious, we need to do an EEG to check the electrical waves the brain emits." Dr Sandar, the doctor in-charge of Syaoran announced. "He's quite stable now, and if his condition doesn't worsen, we'll transfer him to a normal ward."

"Do take care and try not to worry so much. I'll see you tomorrow in school." Both Eriol and Tomoyo had sent Sakura home.

"Hai."

"Okaeri nasai!" Fujikata stepped out of the kitchen.

"Tadaima."

Fujikata could sense that something was wrong. The usual chirpy Sakura was gone, replaced by a defeated looking one. He contemplated telling Sakura about the job she had asked him to keep a look out for. "Daijobu, Sakura- san?"

"Hai." Sakura replied, putting a foot on the stairs. "Is there something you want to tell me, otosan?" She asked when Fujikata made no move to return to the kitchen.

"Hai. I've got you a job as a pathologist assistant, starting coming Friday. I can default it if you're not feeling up to it."

"Iie. It sounds interesting." Sakura noticed that Fujikata was staring at her. "Honto ni daijobu, otosan. Don't worry about me." Then she forced a smile that couldn't possibly convince anyone in the world.

Taking a deep breath, Sakura stepped into the Tomoeda University Hospital's reception counter. It was the same hospital that Syaoran was admitted in. He had been transferred to a normal ward two days ago, on Wednesday. She had been dropping by everyday after school to talk to the still unconscious Syaoran. He made little progress but she wasn't about to give up.

"Sumimasen, can you tell me how to get to the pathology lab?" She asked the receptionist.

A strong pungent smell enveloped the pathology lab. It stung her nose and made her tear. The lab seemed deserted, as Sakura walked further in. There were specimens in big glass jars filled with some yellowish liquid in the display shelves to the left. A trolley was draped with green cloth and medical instruments lined up neatly on top of it. Then, there was a desk, complete with computer and office equipment to her right.

"Dr. Inga, Pathologist," she read from the name stand on the desk.

"Yes, how may I help you?" A voice rang out from behind, startling her.

"Hai. I'm here to start work." Sakura turned around to see a handsome young man in his twenties wearing an apron.

"Kinomoto-san I presume."

"Hai. you are?"

"I'm Dr. Inga Tadashirou, the man who hired you." He smiled.

"Hoe! You're Dr. Inga? But. but."

"But I'm so young? Don't worry, I know my stuff."

"Gomen ne. I'm just surprised."

"Well, let's just say you're not the first one. Let's get to work, shall we?"

Dr. Inga showed her around the lab, which wasn't very big by the way. The preparation room where all the equipments are kept, the office where Sakura came in from and of course the room where the dissection is performed.

"This is the smell of formaldehyde, a liquid that we use to preserve the specimens. You'll get used to it over time. Your job here is to assist me, mainly in weighing the organs, preparing the equipments, some paper work and that's about it. I have a deceased waiting for me. Hope you're not afraid of blood."

"Hoe."