Disclaimer: I do not own CCS or any of its characters. This is a mere piece of Fan Fiction and I do not lay claim on any of these characters. All copyrights go to the rightful authors.

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True Love is Letting Go

Chapter 2: Collision

By Hally Dang

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She woke up suddenly by the alarming sound of the telephone. She pulled the white sheet from her face and tired to shake off the dreadful hangover. She stared at the ringing phone wondering if she should pick it up. Her head throbbed.

Tomoyo, automatically decided that she doesn't need more things to worry about, so she left it untouched. She hoped the caller, who was probably her boss wondering why she haven't come to work for the past three days, would eventually stop bothering her. An amusing scenario came to her as those thought entered her mind. She can almost picture her grumped face boss yelling at her one Monday morning, when she finally got the strength to go to work. He would ask her why she wasn't at work for the past week without a notice. She would look at the floor and say in a small voice, "I had some personal problems."

But then, of course, her boss would yell, "Personal problems? What can possibly be important enough to you that you skipped a week of work?!?" She would be reluctant to answer. How can he ever understand it all if she told him that she had just discovered that her life was falling apart and that she feels like dying. Her boss would probably decide to send her to a psychologist.

For a moment the thought was surprisingly entertaining to her.

But again it would be nice if she can finally talk to someone about her problems. She can finally let it all out.

She would have someone to confide in.

Without realizing it, a single tear rolled down her cheek.

She was lonely.

Another tear escaped.

She was hungry for someone to complete her void heart.

She cried into the sheets.

She was yearning for a place where she can belong.

Why haven't she realized that earlier?

The phone continued to ring. The loud ringing was annoying her. It amplified the throbbing in her head. She stared at the phone again and cursed the caller silently under her breath.

"Leave me alone," she muttered, but the ringing prevailed. Finally she gave up and went to pick it up, "Hello?"

A teary sob traveled through the receiver. It startled Tomoyo.

"Sakura? Is that you?" she asked the caller. She couldn't make out the exact reply from her married friend as it would brimming with sobs. "Are you all right?"

"Not me…" a small sniffled answer came. "Syaoran…" Sakura choked on the last word.

Suddenly forgetting all her troubles, Tomoyo sat up abruptly and hugged the phone closer to her ear to improve the quality of the muffled words. "Syaoran, okay, what about Syaoran?" she asked worried.

"He's…" Sakura's sentence was interrupted by another wave of sobs.

"He's….?" Tomoyo questioned further trying to squeeze the rest of the words out of her.

"He's…" Sakura later managed.

"What?" Tomoyo coaxed her. A very bad feeling came over Tomoyo; whatever Sakura was trying to say wasn't good.

"C-can you please come h-here..?" Sakura choked.

Without a thought Tomoyo replied, "Of course. Where are you?"

"Hong Kong G-general Hospi-t-tal."

"Hospital?" Tomoyo asked in astonishment. "What are you doing there? Is everything alright?"

"Please… j-just come, Tomoyo."

"Okay, I'll take the next flight out of Tomodea," Tomoyo agreed; her worry about her friends overcame even her own depressing mood. "I'll be there soon. Don't worry."

"A-alright," Sakura said, with an inaudible goodbye the phone clicked.

Tomoyo took several deep breaths before placing the phone back to the receiver. All the information was a little too much to take in. The whole situation seemed so surreal. It was like a really bad dream.

She dug her fingernails into her hand, hoping the pain would make her come to her senses.

She sat still for few minutes to regroup herself. She decided that she would have to stay strong for Sakura, something must have happened to Syaoran. Sakura would need all the support she can get, so Tomoyo would have to do her best to keep Sakura together through whatever she's going through. Tomoyo ignored all the protests a part of her was giving her and pushed aside all the throbbing pain of her hangover.

Tomoyo dragged out her suitcase and threw in a few article of clothing. She pulled on first thing she found and headed out. She hailed a taxi and made a call to the Tomodea airport on her cell phone while telling the taxi driver to hurry up. She didn't care how much she was hurting inside, Sakura needed her and she have to be there for her.

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It seemed like a lifetime before she finally arrived at the Hong Kong General Hospital. The massive white complex was buzzing with people and cars. She looked worriedly out of the window. During her flight, a million thought must have been though her mind. She made about a thousand scenarios of Syaoran; perhaps he broke his leg in his training; maybe he had a sun stroke? She prayed that everything was okay.

"Miss?" the taxi driver suddenly asked her, looking at her through the mirror.

"Yes?" she said to him clumsily in Chinese.

"Where would you like me to drop you off?" he asked her.

"Um…?"

"There are five building in the HK General Hospital," he explained. "Which one would you like to go to?"

"The main building, I suppose," Tomoyo told him quickly and continue to look out the window at the unusually hectic hospital grounds. There were doctors and paramedics everywhere; there were three ambulances were parked at the second hospital building; something big must have happened. Her heart sank.

"There was a huge highway accident this morning. A lot of people were hurt, the hospital must still be busy with all the wounded," the driver informed her.

Tomoyo give him her full attention as they took a right turn. Her eyes widen as the words sank in.

The driver studied her worried expression through the rear view mirror. "Oh," he realized, "your friend was involved in the accident… I'm sorry."

Tomoyo swallowed hard and nodded. Her whole body went numb.

They came to a stop. "Here you go, Miss," the driver told her. "I hope your friend is okay."

"Thanks," her voice was hoarse. She picked up her small suitcase and headed into the chaotic hospital.

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"Tomoyo!"

She looked toward the sound of the voice. "Sakura!"

The auburn haired girl rushed to her. "You made it."

"Of course," Tomoyo replied as the other girl took her into her arms. Tomoyo noticed Sakura's swollen red eyes. "Is everything all right?"

She had already guessed the situation, but she still wanted to make sure. Maybe, just maybe Syaoran wasn't in an accident at all.

At those words Sakura burst into tears. Tomoyo helped her into a chair as she continued to cry, she kneeled down to see her hunched face. "What's going on?" she tired to keep her voice as perfectly calm as possible. She place a comforting hand on Sakura's shaking shoulders.

"S-s…" Sakura choked between sobs.

"Syoaran? Yes? What?" Tomoyo coaxed her own voice rising in question and uneasiness.

"He was hurt in the accident," a clear voice stated from behind. "He suffered from extreme trauma and internal bleeding. He's currently in surgery."

The words took a few seconds to sink in. Tomoyo turned slowly to face the speaker. Her glaze was met by a pair of cold blue eyes. Even if this distressing moment; his face showed no emotion, no compassion.

"Hiiragisawa," she suddenly recognized the stolid man. He was just as she had remembered him. The same icy sapphire eyes and void countenance filled only by either amusement or pure confidence.

"I'm surprised you remembered me, Daidouji," he remarked, a tint of amusement was in his voice.

"This is no time for your amusement," she snapped. "Syoaran is seriously hurt."

"Of course," he said coolly. "What in the world was I think? You will have to excuse me." He somehow made his apology sound like a tease.

Tomoyo shot him an acid stare. They were never well acquainted with each other. Tomoyo turned back to Sakura.

"I'm so sorry, hon," she said quietly. She wrapped her armed around the shaking girl. "Syoaran is strong. You know that. He'll make it."

Sakura nodded weakly, obviously the comforting words did not help. "It was all my fault, Tomoyo," Sakura finally whispered.

"What?"

"We were fighting. I got mad at him for…" Sakura's wet emerald eyes welled up. "The last words I said to him were…" her words once again dissolved into sobs.

Tomoyo tighten her hug. "When people are angry, they say stupid things. That's no reason to hate yourself." Her words had no affect on Sakura.

"It was an accident Sakura."

The words caught Tomoyo by surprise. She turned to watch the impassive man.

"It was out of your control," he placed a hand on her shoulder. Tomoyo stared at him with astonishment.

For just a slight moment Tomoyo thought she saw passion in his cold icy eyes. Perhaps under his formal business suit there laid a person untouched by the influence of the renowned Clow.

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AN: I would like to clear up a few things about this chapter: first of all, this is not a E+T, I just can't resist putting some in [I'm a HUGE E+T fan, however this is not a E+T piece.] and expect some more coming; second of all I'm don't really know what I'm going to do with the Syoaran situation, it all depends on where I want to take the story; third of all get ready for some major angst in the upcoming chapters. And oh yes, this chapter as well as the rest of the story might be somewhat AU.

Please review everyone and thanks for reading.