Oh So Cold: Weak in Me (Part 5)
By: Samsara
I do not own Card Captor Sakura.
A dull echo of sound roared in Yuki's ears as a soft twinge of light met his eyes. Carefully he opened his eyes, only to close them again quickly. "This can not be happening," he thought bitterly, "There's no way I could've survived it," The soft murmur of machines was all that was heard in the hospital room. Still refusing to open his eyes, Yukito turned on his side only to find that he couldn't. He couldn't even move his arms. Daring to open his eyes, he peered down his body to find his ankles and wrists in hard plastic cuffs that attached to the bed. Growling, he struggled against his restraints, only to find an uncomfortable tube protruding from between his legs and an IV in his left forearm. Yuki's struggling seized as the lone figure in the chair moved. Sakura Kinomoto sat up in the hospital chair, rubbing her eyes and glancing around the room. The pale figure on the bed was seemingly still, that is until she saw his open eyes in the reflection of a mirror. Slowly she stood.
"Yukito-kun?" she whispered. He didn't reply.
"Will you speak with me Yukito-kun?"
Again this wasn't answered. Sakura backed off slowly until her feet stood in the hallway. Yukito cringed as he felt her oxford shoes slide on the waxed floor, probably in pursuit of her older brother.
He hadn't wanted this. He shouldn't have had to wake up again, especially in a hospital and in restraints. Waking up like this made him so guilty, especially the sorrowful looks Sakura had given him. He didn't want to hurt anyone! The whole idea of him dying was so that he wouldn't bother anyone anymore. He had no one in the world anymore, not even his closest friends. Things had been terrible for years at home with his family, but at least he had close friends he could depend on. Except he could only tell his friends so much. Who would want to hear about the hour-long fights he had with his grandparents, or the verbal assaults that sprang from his home? They never took him seriously and even dared to stereotype him. He didn't want his friends, or family, to bother him anymore.
Touya stood in the doorway, looking in on the boy who lay on the bed. Yukito's forehead was furrowed as if he was in deep thought. Just staring at the teenager made Touya's blood boil. Why did he have to do this? Couldn't he see that it would hurt others? It wasn't right. Yukito was the nicest and most loving person Touya had ever met, and whatever or whomever had lead him to suicide was going to pay. Yukito was the last person in the world who deserved mental torment. Touya sighed heavily, and walked into the room, closing the door behind him.
A.N// another crappily-short chapter, but I really have to go and then i have 7th period!! ( I'm typing this at school) review please! Oh, and thanks for ending ideas. Yukito would never have ended up in a hospital without your suggestions, so keep 'em coming!!
A dull echo of sound roared in Yuki's ears as a soft twinge of light met his eyes. Carefully he opened his eyes, only to close them again quickly. "This can not be happening," he thought bitterly, "There's no way I could've survived it," The soft murmur of machines was all that was heard in the hospital room. Still refusing to open his eyes, Yukito turned on his side only to find that he couldn't. He couldn't even move his arms. Daring to open his eyes, he peered down his body to find his ankles and wrists in hard plastic cuffs that attached to the bed. Growling, he struggled against his restraints, only to find an uncomfortable tube protruding from between his legs and an IV in his left forearm. Yuki's struggling seized as the lone figure in the chair moved. Sakura Kinomoto sat up in the hospital chair, rubbing her eyes and glancing around the room. The pale figure on the bed was seemingly still, that is until she saw his open eyes in the reflection of a mirror. Slowly she stood.
"Yukito-kun?" she whispered. He didn't reply.
"Will you speak with me Yukito-kun?"
Again this wasn't answered. Sakura backed off slowly until her feet stood in the hallway. Yukito cringed as he felt her oxford shoes slide on the waxed floor, probably in pursuit of her older brother.
He hadn't wanted this. He shouldn't have had to wake up again, especially in a hospital and in restraints. Waking up like this made him so guilty, especially the sorrowful looks Sakura had given him. He didn't want to hurt anyone! The whole idea of him dying was so that he wouldn't bother anyone anymore. He had no one in the world anymore, not even his closest friends. Things had been terrible for years at home with his family, but at least he had close friends he could depend on. Except he could only tell his friends so much. Who would want to hear about the hour-long fights he had with his grandparents, or the verbal assaults that sprang from his home? They never took him seriously and even dared to stereotype him. He didn't want his friends, or family, to bother him anymore.
Touya stood in the doorway, looking in on the boy who lay on the bed. Yukito's forehead was furrowed as if he was in deep thought. Just staring at the teenager made Touya's blood boil. Why did he have to do this? Couldn't he see that it would hurt others? It wasn't right. Yukito was the nicest and most loving person Touya had ever met, and whatever or whomever had lead him to suicide was going to pay. Yukito was the last person in the world who deserved mental torment. Touya sighed heavily, and walked into the room, closing the door behind him.
A.N// another crappily-short chapter, but I really have to go and then i have 7th period!! ( I'm typing this at school) review please! Oh, and thanks for ending ideas. Yukito would never have ended up in a hospital without your suggestions, so keep 'em coming!!