Chapter 4- Some Kind of Hospital..
Disclaimer 'Alright, Cardcaptor Sakura doesn't belong to me (obviously).'
In case you forgot,
' '- Means someone's thoughts.
" "- Talking (You should know this.)
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What happened in the last chapter: -
Sakura heard a sound behind her. She turned back and saw Syaoran hit the ground with a 'thud'.
She stopped in her tracks, her legs telling her to go back, but her mind telling her to go on.
"I'm sorry, Syaoran," she murmured.
She let her hands fall helplessly to her side. She turned around slowly, as a tear slid down her cheek and splashed on her shoe.
Sakura started to walk away as Syaoran lay behind, moonlight washed over his body. She squeezed her eyes shut as another tear rolled down from the corner of her eye, splashing onto her palm stretched before her...
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Syaoran blinked blearily. Blotches of white blocked his vision. He blinked rapidly, and his vision cleared a little. Something or someone slid in and out of focus.
Suddenly, someone caught hold of his face and forced open his eyes. Light flooded into his eyes, blinding him. Syaoran's eyes watered as he tried to keep his eyes open. After the shock of the full blast of strong light, his vision came into focus.
He saw a pointed nose and a pair of gold square-rimmed glasses hovering in front of him. He shouted in shock and brought his hand up from under his blanket. His hand contacted a soft material, as he pushed it away. Something went clattering to the ground. Syaoran jumped out of bed and walked away.
"Hey come back, you've not recovered yet!" Someone shouted from behind.
"I'm alri-" He mumbled and took a few more steps but stopped short.
Something struck him in his side, like a thousand sharpened knifes drilling through his flesh.
"Alright. I'm really ok." He gritted his teeth.
His head felt heavy and his skull felt like it was cracking. His elbow felt like someone was using knifes to carve something on it.
Clutching his side he ran back and jumped into the bed, finding comfort in the soft mattress. Still clutching his side, he curled up under the covers, trying to make the pain go away. Shutting his eyes tight, he turned over to one side and focused on the back of his eyelids.
A few minutes later, he opened his eyes thinking they were gone. He saw a person dressed in a white long coat standing in front of him. Syaoran's eyes traveled upwards and noticed a stethoscope hanging around his neck. The doctor smiled at him warmly, stretching out his hand with the stethoscope in it. Syaoran rolled over to face the other side. (Syaoran hates doctors and is too stubborn to admit that he is hurt.)
Sitting on the other side was a brown and filthy man, or at least that was what Syaoran though it was. Upon a closer look, he realized it was an old man wearing some very soiled draperies made of sack material. Syaoran wrinkled his nose as he caught a whiff of some garbage stench. The old man gave Syaoran a toothy smile, revealing a set of very broken and brown teeth, wrinkling his already very wrinkled skin.
Seeing that both sides of the bed weren't worth looking at, he turned to face to ceiling. The doctor crossed over holding the stethoscope. After a short wrestle, Syaoran finally let the very impatient doctor test his heart beat.
The doctor bent down placing the ice-cold stethoscope on his chest, making him shiver slightly.
Finally after some nodding and shifting of the stethoscope his bare chest, the doctor straightened up and said, (dragging the 'so' and clapping his hands together) "So, well, you're now in a private hospital, the best ward there is."
Syaoran looked around the room, seeing what the doctor meant by 'best ward'. The room was grubby and smelled a little of stale socks. The curtains had blotches of a light brown substance on it, which looked terribly like vomit. The flooring was still the same cement that it was when it was built. The bed sheets were the only white coloured things in the room, except for a red bloodstain at the foot of the bed. The bedside table held a pitcher of water. Syaoran peered into it. The water had black specks floating in it.
Gingerly Syaoran moved to his side, trying to avoid the bloodstain, to face to doctor and said (Also dragging the 'so'), "So, how did I get here?"
"The gentleman behind you brought you here." The doctor used his hands and gestured to the other side of Syaoran's bed.
Syaoran cringed at the word 'gentlemen' and said, "Well, so this, er hem, gentleman, who is he. How did he find me?"
"I work in that alley where you were, doing the best job in the world, cleaning the alley, (Syaoran: Sweat-drop) I found you and brought you here." The old man rasped in a dry voice, coughing in mid-sentence.
"Anyway, you are doing well and should be able to leave in a few days." The doctor took the clipboard at the end of Syaoran's bed and made some notes in it.
He sat up. "Erm, did you say a few days?" said Syaoran his voice getting louder.
The doctor merely nodded and went out of the door. Syaoran sighed. Seeing the old man attempting to open his mouth, Syaoran held up his hand and said to the old man. "No, I don't want to hear what you have to say." He plunked back down on the bed listening to the rain lashing against the window.
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Sakura pushed open the hospital's swinging doors. A strong smell of vomit filled her nostrils. She wrinkled her nose and picked her way across the many sick and moaning people lying on the floor over to the reception table.
Seeing no receptionist, she reached over to the bell. Her hand was just half an inch away from the bell, when she noticed a cockroach scuttling over the bell. She jerked her hand back just as an old woman hobbled over to the reception counter.
"Ye * cough * es, yes, may I hel * cough * help you." The old woman sputtered, spraying saliva at Sakura.
Sakura stepped back looking disgusted. "May I know which ward Mister Li Syaoran is in?"
"Mister Li Syaoran? Let me check. There were many people admitted in today."
Sakura peered over the counter and saw that only three names were written in the record book for that day.
The old lady ran her finger past the first two names. "Yep, found it. Ward 5. Best ward there is! Just walk down and turn right."
Sakura turned right into a dark corridor. Sakura squinted and saw a door on her right saying Ward 3 in big bold letters. She proceeded and looked to her left. The door saying Ward 4 was open. There was a frail old man lying on the bed. There was a metal chair at the corner of the room and a small round window at the top of the room wall. Hanging from the wall was a lamp that lit the room dimly. Sakura thought she saw a cockroach drop from the lamp onto the bed. She shuddered and walked to the ward at the end of the corridor, the last ward. The word 'Ward 5' was hanging from the doorknob on a plastic card. Just above the doorknob was a thin strip of window.
Sakura walked to the door and peered into the window. She saw a chocolate- brown hair guy lying on the bed with his head peeking out from under the covers. An old man was seated beside the bed on a metal chair. He looked like he was meditating. The room was absolutely filthy. It wasn't as bad as the previous wards, but still filthy.
From outside, Sakura saw Syaoran get out of bed (with much difficulty) and walked over to the door. Sakura's heart started to race as he got closer.
Syaoran turned the doorknob and Sakura's palms started to sweat. Her heart started to beat faster.
The door opened and a light streamed out from the room.
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Syaoran's eyes shot open. Someone was standing outside. He could sense someone's aura just outside the room.
Syaoran kicked off the covers and winced as he stood up. He whole body yelled for a painkiller. He looked over at the old man and saw that he was in a lotus position, muttering some words. He was meditating.
Syaoran shook his head and thought, 'people are getting weirder and weirder.'
Ignoring the old man's mutterings, he crossed over to the door. The aura was getting stronger and closer.
Syaoran stopped in his tracks, realizing something. 'Isn't that Sakura's aura! I can recognize that aura anywhere!"
Syaoran quickened his pace, a little. Wincing, he tried to go as fast as he could. Ignoring the pain that shot from his elbow up to his shoulder, he stretched out his arm and placed his hand and the doorknob. The metal doorknob felt cold to his touch. It sent little shivers up his arm.
He turned the doorknob slowly, his heartbeat quickening with each second. Sweat started to form on his palms. His hand slipped off the doorknob. He wiped his hands on his shirt and mustered more courage.
He gritted his teeth and brought his hand to the doorknob. He turned the doorknob and flung the door open.
He gasped..
To Be Continued..
Cherry-blossom-sakura: This isn't long right? Rather short. So, what will Syaoran and Sakura's reaction be? What will they say? Wait for the next Chapter. Oh, and please review!
Disclaimer 'Alright, Cardcaptor Sakura doesn't belong to me (obviously).'
In case you forgot,
' '- Means someone's thoughts.
" "- Talking (You should know this.)
----- Change of scene
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What happened in the last chapter: -
Sakura heard a sound behind her. She turned back and saw Syaoran hit the ground with a 'thud'.
She stopped in her tracks, her legs telling her to go back, but her mind telling her to go on.
"I'm sorry, Syaoran," she murmured.
She let her hands fall helplessly to her side. She turned around slowly, as a tear slid down her cheek and splashed on her shoe.
Sakura started to walk away as Syaoran lay behind, moonlight washed over his body. She squeezed her eyes shut as another tear rolled down from the corner of her eye, splashing onto her palm stretched before her...
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Syaoran blinked blearily. Blotches of white blocked his vision. He blinked rapidly, and his vision cleared a little. Something or someone slid in and out of focus.
Suddenly, someone caught hold of his face and forced open his eyes. Light flooded into his eyes, blinding him. Syaoran's eyes watered as he tried to keep his eyes open. After the shock of the full blast of strong light, his vision came into focus.
He saw a pointed nose and a pair of gold square-rimmed glasses hovering in front of him. He shouted in shock and brought his hand up from under his blanket. His hand contacted a soft material, as he pushed it away. Something went clattering to the ground. Syaoran jumped out of bed and walked away.
"Hey come back, you've not recovered yet!" Someone shouted from behind.
"I'm alri-" He mumbled and took a few more steps but stopped short.
Something struck him in his side, like a thousand sharpened knifes drilling through his flesh.
"Alright. I'm really ok." He gritted his teeth.
His head felt heavy and his skull felt like it was cracking. His elbow felt like someone was using knifes to carve something on it.
Clutching his side he ran back and jumped into the bed, finding comfort in the soft mattress. Still clutching his side, he curled up under the covers, trying to make the pain go away. Shutting his eyes tight, he turned over to one side and focused on the back of his eyelids.
A few minutes later, he opened his eyes thinking they were gone. He saw a person dressed in a white long coat standing in front of him. Syaoran's eyes traveled upwards and noticed a stethoscope hanging around his neck. The doctor smiled at him warmly, stretching out his hand with the stethoscope in it. Syaoran rolled over to face the other side. (Syaoran hates doctors and is too stubborn to admit that he is hurt.)
Sitting on the other side was a brown and filthy man, or at least that was what Syaoran though it was. Upon a closer look, he realized it was an old man wearing some very soiled draperies made of sack material. Syaoran wrinkled his nose as he caught a whiff of some garbage stench. The old man gave Syaoran a toothy smile, revealing a set of very broken and brown teeth, wrinkling his already very wrinkled skin.
Seeing that both sides of the bed weren't worth looking at, he turned to face to ceiling. The doctor crossed over holding the stethoscope. After a short wrestle, Syaoran finally let the very impatient doctor test his heart beat.
The doctor bent down placing the ice-cold stethoscope on his chest, making him shiver slightly.
Finally after some nodding and shifting of the stethoscope his bare chest, the doctor straightened up and said, (dragging the 'so' and clapping his hands together) "So, well, you're now in a private hospital, the best ward there is."
Syaoran looked around the room, seeing what the doctor meant by 'best ward'. The room was grubby and smelled a little of stale socks. The curtains had blotches of a light brown substance on it, which looked terribly like vomit. The flooring was still the same cement that it was when it was built. The bed sheets were the only white coloured things in the room, except for a red bloodstain at the foot of the bed. The bedside table held a pitcher of water. Syaoran peered into it. The water had black specks floating in it.
Gingerly Syaoran moved to his side, trying to avoid the bloodstain, to face to doctor and said (Also dragging the 'so'), "So, how did I get here?"
"The gentleman behind you brought you here." The doctor used his hands and gestured to the other side of Syaoran's bed.
Syaoran cringed at the word 'gentlemen' and said, "Well, so this, er hem, gentleman, who is he. How did he find me?"
"I work in that alley where you were, doing the best job in the world, cleaning the alley, (Syaoran: Sweat-drop) I found you and brought you here." The old man rasped in a dry voice, coughing in mid-sentence.
"Anyway, you are doing well and should be able to leave in a few days." The doctor took the clipboard at the end of Syaoran's bed and made some notes in it.
He sat up. "Erm, did you say a few days?" said Syaoran his voice getting louder.
The doctor merely nodded and went out of the door. Syaoran sighed. Seeing the old man attempting to open his mouth, Syaoran held up his hand and said to the old man. "No, I don't want to hear what you have to say." He plunked back down on the bed listening to the rain lashing against the window.
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Sakura pushed open the hospital's swinging doors. A strong smell of vomit filled her nostrils. She wrinkled her nose and picked her way across the many sick and moaning people lying on the floor over to the reception table.
Seeing no receptionist, she reached over to the bell. Her hand was just half an inch away from the bell, when she noticed a cockroach scuttling over the bell. She jerked her hand back just as an old woman hobbled over to the reception counter.
"Ye * cough * es, yes, may I hel * cough * help you." The old woman sputtered, spraying saliva at Sakura.
Sakura stepped back looking disgusted. "May I know which ward Mister Li Syaoran is in?"
"Mister Li Syaoran? Let me check. There were many people admitted in today."
Sakura peered over the counter and saw that only three names were written in the record book for that day.
The old lady ran her finger past the first two names. "Yep, found it. Ward 5. Best ward there is! Just walk down and turn right."
Sakura turned right into a dark corridor. Sakura squinted and saw a door on her right saying Ward 3 in big bold letters. She proceeded and looked to her left. The door saying Ward 4 was open. There was a frail old man lying on the bed. There was a metal chair at the corner of the room and a small round window at the top of the room wall. Hanging from the wall was a lamp that lit the room dimly. Sakura thought she saw a cockroach drop from the lamp onto the bed. She shuddered and walked to the ward at the end of the corridor, the last ward. The word 'Ward 5' was hanging from the doorknob on a plastic card. Just above the doorknob was a thin strip of window.
Sakura walked to the door and peered into the window. She saw a chocolate- brown hair guy lying on the bed with his head peeking out from under the covers. An old man was seated beside the bed on a metal chair. He looked like he was meditating. The room was absolutely filthy. It wasn't as bad as the previous wards, but still filthy.
From outside, Sakura saw Syaoran get out of bed (with much difficulty) and walked over to the door. Sakura's heart started to race as he got closer.
Syaoran turned the doorknob and Sakura's palms started to sweat. Her heart started to beat faster.
The door opened and a light streamed out from the room.
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Syaoran's eyes shot open. Someone was standing outside. He could sense someone's aura just outside the room.
Syaoran kicked off the covers and winced as he stood up. He whole body yelled for a painkiller. He looked over at the old man and saw that he was in a lotus position, muttering some words. He was meditating.
Syaoran shook his head and thought, 'people are getting weirder and weirder.'
Ignoring the old man's mutterings, he crossed over to the door. The aura was getting stronger and closer.
Syaoran stopped in his tracks, realizing something. 'Isn't that Sakura's aura! I can recognize that aura anywhere!"
Syaoran quickened his pace, a little. Wincing, he tried to go as fast as he could. Ignoring the pain that shot from his elbow up to his shoulder, he stretched out his arm and placed his hand and the doorknob. The metal doorknob felt cold to his touch. It sent little shivers up his arm.
He turned the doorknob slowly, his heartbeat quickening with each second. Sweat started to form on his palms. His hand slipped off the doorknob. He wiped his hands on his shirt and mustered more courage.
He gritted his teeth and brought his hand to the doorknob. He turned the doorknob and flung the door open.
He gasped..
To Be Continued..
Cherry-blossom-sakura: This isn't long right? Rather short. So, what will Syaoran and Sakura's reaction be? What will they say? Wait for the next Chapter. Oh, and please review!