I know I left you at a bad spot last time, but the prize that you receive today was well worth the wait...You'll see what I mean...
*Tanya pops up*
Adrienne ~ Again? I'm going to have to have new locks installed on the doors...all of them...
Tanya ~ I'm not THAT bad, am I?
Adrienne ~ No, *gives Tanya a hug* I'm sorry...
Tanya ~ Now it's time to tell the people that you don't own Card Captor Sakura
Adrienne ~ *weeps bitterly* if I did, I wouldn't need to write these stories, they'd be made into episodes...*grins evilly at the thought*
Tanya ~ Now on to today...
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Chapter 3--- 9 Days left...
Sakura lazily opened here eyes and glanced at the clock beside her bed. It was way past time for her to get up. In fact, she was already late for school. "Arggggghhhhh. Why didn't Kero wake me up?" she thought. She closed her eyes and dozed off to sleep again. She was already late, what would another 10 minutes matter? 20 minutes later, she rolled over and glanced at the clock again. "KERO!!!" she shouted. He was not acting like himself. Normally he would have done anything to keep her from being late. This morning should have been no different.
"Who's Kero, Honey?" came a voice from somewhere beside her.
Startled, Sakura turned to see who was in her room. She looked around and realized it was her father sitting in a leather chair. Wait...A leather chair? She didn't have any of those in her bed room...And the walls were bleach white...The room was bright, and yet was dark due to the curtains drawn over the window. She realized she could see all of this because her bed was tilted...Her bed wasn't built to prop the occupant up...Where was she?
"Where am I?" she whined.
"Honey, don't you remember anything from last night? You broke a bowl over at Tomoyo's house and gave yourself a good cut on your stomach."
Sakura tried to sit up, and quickly found what her dad had said to be true as a blinding pain shot through her system. She lay back down and the pain somewhat subsided.
"It hurts bad, Dad."
"I know. Dr. Shays has you on pain killers, but they can only do so much. You need to rest and let your body do what it does best...rebuild."
"What did Dr. Shays say? How bad was my cut? How long will I have to stay here? What did they have to do to me? When can I have visitors?"
"Hold up, Princess. I think those are questions Dr. Shays should answer. And speaking of Dr. Shays, I think it's high time he knew you were awake." He pressed the button on the hospital bed to call for the nurse.
"Yes, is there anything wrong?"
"No, this is Fujitaka Kinomoto, Sakura Kinomoto's father. She has just woken up."
"Thank you, sir. I'll tell Dr. Shays right away and he will be in there very soon to see how Sakura is doing."
Sakura's father turned to look at Sakura. "Tell me what happened last night. How on Earth did you manage to cut yourself on a glass bowl."
"It might take a while..."
"You know those doctors...They are never on time. We have a while to wait."
"Well, Tomoyo has some sort of a plan or something...Anywho, she was talking on the phone—no I have no idea who it was—and she turned to me and said this guy's name and I turned beet red."
"Was it Syaoran?"
How do dads always know what's going on? Sakura turned tomato red. "Yes"
"And I'm guessing that you turned this same shade of red."
"Da-ad...Who's telling this story? Me or you?"
"Continue, Sweetie."
"Yes, I turned the same shad of red. You know I was over there working on a project—that earthquake thing that I forgot to tell you about and by the way the project is due this Friday—anywho, my job was first on the computer downloading stuff from the internet—but you know how much computers hate me and this was one of those very new, hi-tech computers—while she went shopping for ingredients—we are going to make models of the earthquake: like the country (which is Armenia by the way) and its physical features, and the fault type, and the kind of buildings the people lived in. Those buildings were concrete slabs held together by metal pins and they just collapsed in the earthquake, killing thousands, and Daddy, the Soviet government did almost nothing to help them rebuild! Anywho, when Tomoyo got back from the store, she found me staring at the computer. Dad, I couldn't even get the thing to come on!!! I couldn't find the button, and I must have punched every single one on that thing! I TOLD you computers hate me...Anywho, so I was given the task of making the dough since I couldn't make the computer behave. That's when she got the phone call. She did the whole Syaoran thing—now don't say a word Daddy!! I don't want to hear it!!! So she continues her conversation and I drip the dough I'm holding in my arms all over my shirt and shoes...All over my good school shoes!! And all Tomoyo could do was laugh. She told me to go get cleaned up and to go home since I wasn't able to keep from making a mess. So I tried to move to go somewhere where I could clean myself up, and I slipped on the dough that had managed to find its way under my feet on the floor. I still had the bowl—the one we gave them for Christmas a few years ago; it had flowers on it, remember Daddy? Anywho, I had the bowl in my arms—actually by the time I started slipping it was up in the air, headed on a crash course with the floor. It crashed and shattered into a thousand pieces, just before I landed on them. Luckily, it broke into really, really big pieces...I saw the pieces as I was leaving. Anywho, the dough went EVERYWHERE!!! Oh, it WAS a mess Daddy. You wouldn't have been surprised at all though, would you have? You're used to me making a mess everywhere I go. Anywho, so I fell on the broken glass and it cut me! I have no idea how deep it cut, but MAN DID IT HURT!!!! By the way it doesn't hurt near as much now. Tomoyo called the hospital and told them we were on our way. But then she realized that she couldn't lift me up to put me in her car, and I couldn't get up off the floor to get into the car, so she had to call Syaoran to come and help. Imagine my embarrassment Daddy!! Syaoran has to come over and see me covered head to toe in dough, and he has to lift me up off the floor and carry me to the car. I could tell he was trying to be careful, but he really wasn't. It hurt more and more with each step he took!! And the ride in the car was worse!!! I had to lay curled in his arms with my butt resting on his lap so he wouldn't have to move me as much—you know, like putting me down in the car, then having to pick me up again at the hospital to get me out of the car—and I could tell he was trying to keep his arms still so he wouldn't move me, but with each bump of the car, his arms would move, and it really, REALLY hurt!!! I think you'll be okay on the rest of the details."
"We may not know how deep it cut, but we know for a FACT that it didn't puncture EITHER of your LUNGS!!!" He was still amazed at his daughter's ability to tell a story so...how shall we say...COMPLETELY.
Dr. Shays appeared in the doorway. "Well hello, Sakura. Glad to see you awake! How are you feeling?"
"Fine...Much better than last night..."
"That's good to hear."
"So, what did you have to do?"
"We had to go in and remove several pieces of glass from your abdomen. Twenty-two, to be precise. Many of them were very small, but the one that slit you is more than likely still in the kitchen. Luckily, they all missed your organs. There may still be a few pieces in you, but they are very minute. They may hurt though. They shouldn't be very deep, and if they surface, they will come out on their own, but if they bother you, you can take a needle and some tweezers and pull them out that way."
Sakura nodded with a painful expression on her face. "Pieces of glass are still inside of me?" She realized that she wouldn't be able to distinguish the pain caused by the glass splinters from the large cut until it healed.
"What about my cut?"
"Ah, yes. You had to have seventy stitches to close up the wound. (A.N. if this sounds unreasonable for a cut from your belly button to your sternum-that place where your ribs come together in the middle of your chest, then tell me in a review, or email me and I will be sure to put the corrected figures in).
"SEVENTY STITCHES??!!!" Sakura fainted.
"Let her rest Mr. Kinomoto. She needs all the sleep she can get to help her heal. As long as the monitors read normal, she'll be fine."
"She had asked about visitors."
"Yes, I figured she would. She has a bundle of gifts waiting for her in the lobby. They'll be brought up soon. And that boy in the waiting room is dying to see her. She can have visitors if after she wakes up she's feeling okay. I'll want to come in and see how she's doing before that, though. This bought of sleep will make her ready to have visitors, I think. But I don't want any before she wakes. She is to sleep until she wakes up on her own."
"I understand Doctor."
Two hours later, Sakura opened her eyes to a room that was no longer dull and dreary. No, there were far too many balloons-all bearing the phrase "Get Well Soon!" on them-and flower arrangements.
"Oh, good, Sweetheart, you're awake."
"Are...Are these all for m-m-me?" she managed to stammer.
"Yes. You are the lady of the hour. Apparently, word traveled a lot faster than I thought was possible."
"You have to take into consideration the size of Tomoyo's mouth!!!"
Her father chuckled. "I guess you're right. Are you feeling well enough to have visitors? A certain boy has been waiting all day to see you and know that you're okay. I told him you were, but he wouldn't take my word. He wanted to see you for himself."
Sakura felt heat rise to her cheeks. "Syaoran's here? Waiting to see me? He came to see how I am? He's been waiting all day? It's only noon!! How did he manage to get out of school to come see me?"
"Yes. I feel up to having visitors."
"I'll call for Dr. Shays. He wanted to give you the once over and make sure you're body is ready to handle visitors."
After gaining approval from Dr. Shays, the boy who had waited all day to see Sakura burst into the room.
"SAKURA!!!" He ran over to her bedside and flung his arms around her neck.
Sakura only looked at him with a surprised, yet painful look on her face. "Touya! Let...go...of...me...before...you...kill...me...!" she managed to gasp.
(A.N. I know it was wrong of me to mislead you, but I never gave you my word that it WAS Syaoran. Sakura thought it was. Besides, it's fun to mislead the audience.)
He quickly let go and studied her disappointed face. "You were expecting that Chinese brat, weren't you? He showed up early this morning, but since they wouldn't even let me—your one and only brother—because they thought I might try and wake you—"
"Kill me is more like it," mumbled Sakura.
"...I told him to go to school and come back later. Besides, you know I don't like him hanging around you, especially you are in the hospital and all..."
Sakura's heart soared. Syaoran had been there this morning, trying to see if she was okay. Then her heart did the crash-and-burn. Touya had sent him away. She knew that underneath his tough act, Touya really adored her, and would do anything for her, and that he was only trying to protect her, but sometimes he could be so overprotective. Like she needed two fathers.
Touya kept her company for the three hours that remained until Sakura's friends would be out of school and there at the hospital to visit her. They played Chutes and Ladders, and countless games of tic-tac-toe and checkers. Sakura noticed that she "conveniently" won every single game.
Finally three o'clock rolled around and Sakura knew that the bell was ringing at school to release her friends from school. At exactly 3:01, her room looked like the mall on the day after Thanksgiving (^_^). She got hugs from everyone who entered the room. She looked around, however, and couldn't find Syaoran, Tomoyo, and Eriol. She forgot about it soon though, with all the attention she was getting from everyone present.
Sakura was shocked to hear the rumors that had spread concerning her accident. She had broken a bowl and a piece went right through her and came out the other side. She had eaten the dough and her stomach was glued together so the doctors had to remove it. She had been in a car wreck and had gone through the windshield. She had been attacked by a bear. The list went on and on, getting stranger and stranger. All of a sudden there was a hush and all twenty voices (can you imagine 20 people in a hospital room?) chirped up, "What REALLY happened, Sakura?"
She told them the lengthy story—leaving the part about Syaoran out, of course. There were ooh's and ah's as she told them how many stitches she had. After about thirty minutes, the crowd began to run out of things to tell her, so they began to trickle out of the room in groups of about twos or threes. After they left, Sakura's father re-entered. She didn't realize he had left. She didn't blame him. The chaos was almost too much for her as well.
"You have another batch of visitors, Sakura."
"Tell them to come back in an hour or so. I can't take another round of that."
"Sure, Sweetie. I'm not going to put you through anything you can't handle. Go to sleep and rest, Doctor's orders. You MUST be exhausted. I mean you did break a bowl and have a piece of that glass go ALL THE WAY THROUGH YOU, so you had to eat some of that dough to glue your stomach back together, but it made you sick, so Tomoyo had to take you to the hospital, but on the way there, you had a car wreck and went through the windshield, and while waiting for the ambulance, you were attacked by a bear. You deserve about an hour of sleep." Her father grinned as Sakura laughed.
"Da-ad!! Don't do that!!! It hurts!!!" she cried as she clutched her stomach, trying to hold her laughter in.
She finally calmed down and got her hour of peaceful sleep. She woke up, feeling fully refreshed. After all, just how much sleep can a girl get in one day? She found her father in what she was now considering to be his "usual" spot-in the leather chair beside her bed. He had fallen asleep reading a book.
"Dad," she whispered.
Her father instantly woke up. Fathers have instincts about these things...somehow they do...They know to sleep very lightly, just in case their precious angel-daughters might need something—especially when they are sick in the hospital.
"Yes, Pumpkin?"
"I'm ready for my other batch of visitors, that is if they are still here and haven't gone home..."
"Now, why would they do that? You know that Tomoyo, Eriol, and Syaoran have been the most worried about you...Why would they go home and risk not seeing you during visiting hours?"
"SYAORAN AND TOMOYO AND ERIOL ARE HERE? THEY ARE MY NEXT BATCH OF VISITORS? WHY ON EARTH DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"
"You didn't ask...You DID say you didn't think you could handle any more visitors..."
"Yeah, but they are my best friends...I'd see them even if I was tuckered out!!!!"
"I guess that means I'd better go get them...Besides you yelling like that is NOT good for your recuperation."
Sakura knew he was right—as always.
"Oh, Sakura!!!! I am sooooo glad to see you are alright!!!" exclaimed Tomoyo as she rushed in the room. Syaoran and Eriol followed her in the room and cleared their throats, letting Tomoyo know that she had left them out. "Oh, and Stan and Ollie are glad to see you too."
"Who?"
"Stan and Ollie. The great American comedy duo," explained Eriol. Sakura merely stared at them with a blank look on her face.
"She was referring to the way Eriol and I goofed off in the waiting room, waiting for you to wake up," Syaoran explained.
"It was hilarious!!! You should have been there!!! It was like having the Ringling Brothers' Circus for entertainment. I didn't know you could sleep so long Sakura, after all, that's about all you did all day from what I hear..."
"Tomoyo, you are such a kidder...I did sleep a lot...It's mainly because I'm on so much pain killers." She pointed to the IV hooked up over her bed.
"Ahh...Okay, then...I forgive you. You know I was only joking anyhow. Syaoran has something for you too, don't you Syaoran?"
Syaoran turned a bright red, almost as red as the dozen roses he pulled out from behind his back to give her. Sakura matched his shade, if not redder. Syaoran also gave her a box of chocolate covered cherries. "I know they are your favorites."
"So cuuuuuuuuuuute!!!!!!!!!" squealed Tomoyo.
At this, they both turned an even deeper shade of red (if that is possible).
Before anymore could be said, a nurse walked into the room and said, "Miss Kinomoto, you have ten more minutes with your guests. Visitors hours are soon to be over. Your father, however, is going to spend the night. After your guests leave, they are going to bring in a cot for him."
"Thank you," was the reply. The nurse left to go attend to other patients and wrap up visiting hours.
"So, Sakura, how bad was it?" asked Syaoran.
"Well, the glass missed my organs, but they had to remove twenty-two pieces of glass, and they said I may be pulling glass splinters out for quite a while. And it took seventy stitches to close up my wound. I'd show you, but these hospital gowns don't exactly allow me to do that." She turned a slight shade of pink.
"We wouldn't want you to do that," said Syaoran, matching her shade of pink.
"We hope you get to feeling better Sakura...We'll come by right after school to see you tomorrow...Now come on gentlemen..." said Tomoyo, dragging her entourage out the door.
The rest of the day was spent in boredom...but not without the best sweets Sakura had ever tasted, the best being the ones Syaoran had given her...It was true...Her favorite type of chocolate WAS chocolate covered cherries.
Her father soon came in though, and took all of her chocolates and put them in a chair, well away from her reach. "I'm putting a note on it...Just so that you can't talk any nurses into giving you that chocolate. You need to eat some healthy food to give your body energy to heal."
Soon it was time for bed. The doctor had come in three or four more times to see how Sakura was doing. Sakura remembered to ask him how long she would have to stay, and he had told her that if everything was fine, she could leave the hospital the following afternoon. Sakura drifted off to sleep that night, reliving what had happened that day. It was those sweet memories that filled her head as she drifted into dreamland.
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I hope you liked that as much as I did...I hope you don't get too mad about misleading you on who was waiting for Sakura, but to me, it's half the fun of writing these things...
If you think THAT was mushy, then you need to keep reading, 'cause y'all ain't seen nothin' yet. Like I told you, I am twisting around the few experiences I've had, making them into the way I wish they were...A bit of the mush has happened to me...although I have yet to see those roses or chocolates from ANY guy (and I'm 16, y'all...), but I'll keep waiting...(P.S. yes, I am from the South, I live in Mobile, AL, if that means anything to anybody, but don't let that turn y'all off, because I pride myself in my correct grammar...I only twist words for emphasis)
Tanya ~ Time for shameless promotion!!! I'm writing a story called "The Beach" and yeah, I know there are about a hundred stories called "The Beach"...mine is the only one worth reading, though...but be sure you read the one by CrystalSakura!!!!
Adrienne ~ You have done your promotion...Are you happy?
Tanya ~ Yes, I'm happy!!!
Adrienne ~ Good...Okay audience, here's your favorite part—my bad—my favorite part...Reading your reviews!!!!!!! Please send reviews!!!!!!!!!!!