To Catch a Falling Star
Chapter 5- Changes
Angelz of cherry-petals: Konnichiwa! He he! I've changed my pen name ^_^! About the last's chapter's hospital, well, I was exaggerating a little..ok, maybe a lot. The authorities will never allow such a filthy hospital. Well, it is private after all. But, I wanted to contrast it with a new hospital he will be in. Anyway, I'll get on with the story, enjoy!
'...'- thoughts or messages
* ... *- sounds
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In case you forgot what had happened in the last chapter (Oh, did I take that long?)-
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..
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Pools of light from the room streamed out, landing on an empty floor and concrete wall. Syaoran looked up and down the dark corridor, straining his eyes.
'I could've sworn she was outside here, just outside the door. She couldn't have run.. No normal person can run that fast.' Thought Syaoran.
He ventured out to the wall beside the door.
'There's someone there.' Syaoran stretched out his hand feeling the wall beside him.
His senses became alert as the aura started to dissolve as suddenly as it came.
He backed against the door holding on to his hurt arm. Syaoran clutched the door as his pain started to act up again. Leaning on the side of the door, he tried not to put too much pressure onto his legs. His legs trembled and he fell to the ground as his legs gave way.
From somewhere outside, he heard water splash onto the ground before blacking out.
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(Author's note: Well, if you're confused, the part before this and this part happening now are exactly during the same time, except that one of it is Syaoran's scene and the other is Sakura's scene. I hope you aren't too confused..)
Out of panic, Sakura backed against the wall. She took a deep breath and dissolved from sight just as Syaoran flung the door open. (Sakura has the ability to become invisible- remember the part where she fought with Syaoran? She threw the daggers at him when she was invisible. That's why Syaoran couldn't see her.)
Light shone from the room through her invisible body onto the wall.
Syaoran limped out of the room with much difficulty and looked around the corridor. His eyes raked the area and paused on the spot of the wall where Sakura stood. Syaoran took a step forward, his hand in front of him. Sakura's heart started to beat faster in her chest. She started to breathe heavily and pressed herself against the wall. She edged herself away from him as his fingers got closer and closer to her skin.
'My aura! He must have felt my aura!' gasped Sakura. She took a deep breath and felt herself blending in with the surroundings, hiding her aura perfectly.
She had been too overwhelmed by her emotions that she forgot to hide her aura. Syaoran paused. Sakura could see the confusion in his eyes. She took this chance to slide away from his fingers.
She ran down the corridor noiselessly but turned back hearing a 'thud' behind her. Syaoran was sprawled on the ground. Sakura's heart ached to help him.
'I..I can't.' Sakura stood helplessly in front of him.
She hung her head and a drop of tear splashed onto the ground.
"MISTER! * Cough * I TOLD YOU NOT TO GET UP FROM BED! * Cough *LOOK WHAT HAPPENED NOW.." Someone with a strange accent, like he hadn't talked for some time, bellowed from inside the ward.
Sakura cringed when she heard a hanging lamp from one of the rooms clash to the ground.
Sakura turned on her heels and ran away, turning back to her original colour. The shouting started to get softer.
Pinching her nose, she walked over to the receptionist's counter, feeling grateful that she was still there behind the counter.
Still pinching her nose, she told the receptionist. "Could you please change Li Syaoran to another hospital? Put my name as..."
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"Miisteerr," said someone in a draggy voice, rousing a certain chocolate- brown hair boy from his dreams.
"Aw, come on..a few more..Zzz s, Wei.." said Syaoran sleepily.
He yawned and turned over to the other side, crushing his own arm in the process. He gave a yelp of pain as every area of his body started to hurt, badly. (I'm not exaggerating. Falling from such a high place with Sakura's weight on you, it's no joke.. Sakura: Death Glare.)
He jolted as everything came crashing back to him. He pull himself upright in bed, wincing in pain.
"Comme ornn, you'vve gort too go. (Come on you've got to go.)" A short and stout nurse dragged a hand-carried leather bag from under the bed, throwing Syaoran's soiled clothes into the bag.
'They didn't even bother to wash my clothes.'
She grabbed Syaoran roughly by the hand, pulling him out of bed. She dragged Syaoran out of the hospital ward with Syaoran protesting, "Owww..ouch, let go of me!" Syaoran was twisting his wrist under her strong and firm grasp, trying to pry her fingers open.
"Where are you taking me?!"
"Little kids shouldn't ask so many questions. Now, stop RESISTING!" She said shaking her fist trying to keep Syaoran still. Syaoran scowled at her as the word, 'Chinese gaki' came to his mind. (Erm, I think, I THINK Syaoran is around 16 or 17 years old.)
She dragged Syaoran out of the ward, her heels clacking on the cool cement floor, echoing through the quiet corridor. Syaoran slid on the floor, his rubber-soled shoes squeaking.
"Erm, in case you didn't know, I can walk," said Syaoran wrenching his hand out of the nurse's hand. "Call yourself a nurse." He added, muttering.
He stood up on his good leg and gingerly tested his sprained ankle. It didn't hurt that much, but he couldn't move it. He hobbled painstakingly after the nurse his mind pounding with every step he took. He scratched his forehead at the part where the bandage ended just above his eyebrows. The nurse looked back at Syaoran with certain distaste on her fat, pudgy face. She jogged back to Syaoran, her messy and broom like red hair bouncing behind her. For a FAT person, she moved pretty fast.
"Hurry, they're leaving," said the nurse. Syaoran could hear a tinge of impatient in her voice.
She bent down and wrapped her pudgy hands around Syaoran waist, all the way around his back. Before Syaoran knew what was happening, he was lifted from the ground. The nurse swung him onto her back. (Syaoran ain't light! @. @) She brisk-walked her way out of the hospital. Syaoran struggled for awhile, kicking his legs, before giving up.
A shiny black limousine came screeching to a halt in front of him. The nurse grabbed the handle of the car door and swung it open. She hurled Syaoran into the car before slamming the door.
The wooden hospital door opened. The doctor and the old man stepped out. The doctor smiled. An insincere smile. Using his left hand, he waved enthusiastically at Syaoran through the open car window. Using his right hand, he gave the nurse who was standing on his right a rather forceful pat, sending her crashing into the car window. Pursing her lips, she stretched her lips into a smile that didn't reach her dull gray eyes. Her pupils staring straight ahead as she waved her hand at Syaoran with a bored expression.
Syaoran was about to wind up the window when someone jumped up and stuck his head into the window, saying in a raspy voice and sputtering saliva at Syaoran's face. "Don't leave me!"
To Be Continued..
Angelz of cherry-petals: I know it's rather short, but the next chapter and this are actually connected. I just split it into two. I don't like fics to be too long, you have to read for such a long time, my eyes get tired easily..
Chapter 5- Changes
Angelz of cherry-petals: Konnichiwa! He he! I've changed my pen name ^_^! About the last's chapter's hospital, well, I was exaggerating a little..ok, maybe a lot. The authorities will never allow such a filthy hospital. Well, it is private after all. But, I wanted to contrast it with a new hospital he will be in. Anyway, I'll get on with the story, enjoy!
'...'- thoughts or messages
* ... *- sounds
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------------------
In case you forgot what had happened in the last chapter (Oh, did I take that long?)-
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..
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Pools of light from the room streamed out, landing on an empty floor and concrete wall. Syaoran looked up and down the dark corridor, straining his eyes.
'I could've sworn she was outside here, just outside the door. She couldn't have run.. No normal person can run that fast.' Thought Syaoran.
He ventured out to the wall beside the door.
'There's someone there.' Syaoran stretched out his hand feeling the wall beside him.
His senses became alert as the aura started to dissolve as suddenly as it came.
He backed against the door holding on to his hurt arm. Syaoran clutched the door as his pain started to act up again. Leaning on the side of the door, he tried not to put too much pressure onto his legs. His legs trembled and he fell to the ground as his legs gave way.
From somewhere outside, he heard water splash onto the ground before blacking out.
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(Author's note: Well, if you're confused, the part before this and this part happening now are exactly during the same time, except that one of it is Syaoran's scene and the other is Sakura's scene. I hope you aren't too confused..)
Out of panic, Sakura backed against the wall. She took a deep breath and dissolved from sight just as Syaoran flung the door open. (Sakura has the ability to become invisible- remember the part where she fought with Syaoran? She threw the daggers at him when she was invisible. That's why Syaoran couldn't see her.)
Light shone from the room through her invisible body onto the wall.
Syaoran limped out of the room with much difficulty and looked around the corridor. His eyes raked the area and paused on the spot of the wall where Sakura stood. Syaoran took a step forward, his hand in front of him. Sakura's heart started to beat faster in her chest. She started to breathe heavily and pressed herself against the wall. She edged herself away from him as his fingers got closer and closer to her skin.
'My aura! He must have felt my aura!' gasped Sakura. She took a deep breath and felt herself blending in with the surroundings, hiding her aura perfectly.
She had been too overwhelmed by her emotions that she forgot to hide her aura. Syaoran paused. Sakura could see the confusion in his eyes. She took this chance to slide away from his fingers.
She ran down the corridor noiselessly but turned back hearing a 'thud' behind her. Syaoran was sprawled on the ground. Sakura's heart ached to help him.
'I..I can't.' Sakura stood helplessly in front of him.
She hung her head and a drop of tear splashed onto the ground.
"MISTER! * Cough * I TOLD YOU NOT TO GET UP FROM BED! * Cough *LOOK WHAT HAPPENED NOW.." Someone with a strange accent, like he hadn't talked for some time, bellowed from inside the ward.
Sakura cringed when she heard a hanging lamp from one of the rooms clash to the ground.
Sakura turned on her heels and ran away, turning back to her original colour. The shouting started to get softer.
Pinching her nose, she walked over to the receptionist's counter, feeling grateful that she was still there behind the counter.
Still pinching her nose, she told the receptionist. "Could you please change Li Syaoran to another hospital? Put my name as..."
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"Miisteerr," said someone in a draggy voice, rousing a certain chocolate- brown hair boy from his dreams.
"Aw, come on..a few more..Zzz s, Wei.." said Syaoran sleepily.
He yawned and turned over to the other side, crushing his own arm in the process. He gave a yelp of pain as every area of his body started to hurt, badly. (I'm not exaggerating. Falling from such a high place with Sakura's weight on you, it's no joke.. Sakura: Death Glare.)
He jolted as everything came crashing back to him. He pull himself upright in bed, wincing in pain.
"Comme ornn, you'vve gort too go. (Come on you've got to go.)" A short and stout nurse dragged a hand-carried leather bag from under the bed, throwing Syaoran's soiled clothes into the bag.
'They didn't even bother to wash my clothes.'
She grabbed Syaoran roughly by the hand, pulling him out of bed. She dragged Syaoran out of the hospital ward with Syaoran protesting, "Owww..ouch, let go of me!" Syaoran was twisting his wrist under her strong and firm grasp, trying to pry her fingers open.
"Where are you taking me?!"
"Little kids shouldn't ask so many questions. Now, stop RESISTING!" She said shaking her fist trying to keep Syaoran still. Syaoran scowled at her as the word, 'Chinese gaki' came to his mind. (Erm, I think, I THINK Syaoran is around 16 or 17 years old.)
She dragged Syaoran out of the ward, her heels clacking on the cool cement floor, echoing through the quiet corridor. Syaoran slid on the floor, his rubber-soled shoes squeaking.
"Erm, in case you didn't know, I can walk," said Syaoran wrenching his hand out of the nurse's hand. "Call yourself a nurse." He added, muttering.
He stood up on his good leg and gingerly tested his sprained ankle. It didn't hurt that much, but he couldn't move it. He hobbled painstakingly after the nurse his mind pounding with every step he took. He scratched his forehead at the part where the bandage ended just above his eyebrows. The nurse looked back at Syaoran with certain distaste on her fat, pudgy face. She jogged back to Syaoran, her messy and broom like red hair bouncing behind her. For a FAT person, she moved pretty fast.
"Hurry, they're leaving," said the nurse. Syaoran could hear a tinge of impatient in her voice.
She bent down and wrapped her pudgy hands around Syaoran waist, all the way around his back. Before Syaoran knew what was happening, he was lifted from the ground. The nurse swung him onto her back. (Syaoran ain't light! @. @) She brisk-walked her way out of the hospital. Syaoran struggled for awhile, kicking his legs, before giving up.
A shiny black limousine came screeching to a halt in front of him. The nurse grabbed the handle of the car door and swung it open. She hurled Syaoran into the car before slamming the door.
The wooden hospital door opened. The doctor and the old man stepped out. The doctor smiled. An insincere smile. Using his left hand, he waved enthusiastically at Syaoran through the open car window. Using his right hand, he gave the nurse who was standing on his right a rather forceful pat, sending her crashing into the car window. Pursing her lips, she stretched her lips into a smile that didn't reach her dull gray eyes. Her pupils staring straight ahead as she waved her hand at Syaoran with a bored expression.
Syaoran was about to wind up the window when someone jumped up and stuck his head into the window, saying in a raspy voice and sputtering saliva at Syaoran's face. "Don't leave me!"
To Be Continued..
Angelz of cherry-petals: I know it's rather short, but the next chapter and this are actually connected. I just split it into two. I don't like fics to be too long, you have to read for such a long time, my eyes get tired easily..