AN: I was so bad *hangs head*. I know, I know…no updating for over a year…shame…But I'm baaaaaack!!!! *and I wrote a poem too…but no one reviewed it~sob~so I took it off Ffnet* But anyways…I will be updating this fic~until Christmas~cuz that's when it's gonna be finished. *GASP* I'm actually finishing something…*so proud* Mwahahaahahaha~ so please please please please PLEASE R/R and C/C *which stands for Constructive Criticism* so that I'm inspired to keep on updating…*yeah, I know that's blackmail…but hey ^^* Read and enjoy``
Chapter 5 – There Goes My Dignity
Disclaimer: Syaoran belongs to CLAMP…so does Sakura…and Eriol…and Tomoyo…and Kero-chan…and any other character I didn't mention…BUT THE PLOT IS MINE!!! ALL MINE!!! MWAHHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!
"Sakura." Syaoran held out a hand to Sakura. He couldn't see her face very well; shadows hid her eyes, and she was too far away from him.
Syaoran reached out for Sakura, or tried to. His arms didn't seem to be long enough. She turned away from him.
"Sakura." Again, Syaoran reached for her. Why didn't she come to him? Why did she just stand there with her back to him? Syaoran gritted his teeth in frustration.
Sakura turned around, and Syaoran saw her face covered in tears. He peeled his feet off the ground and ran to her, placing his arms carefully around her.
"Sakura, Sakura," he murmured into her soft, hazel hair. "Don't cry. It'll be okay. I promise."
She stiffened in his arms, and with one swift blow, punched him in the stomach. Syaoran's eyes widened suddenly, and he fell to one knee, clutching his stomach. "Why?"
She looked at him with heartbroken eyes. "You promised," she spat mockingly. "You promised that you loved me, will love me forever. And yet you don't seem to care for me at all." Fresh tears ran anew from her eyes and she made no effort to wipe them.
"No. Sakura, you don't understand." Syaoran groaned as he tried to stand up.
"I understand," Sakura said, chokingly. "I understand." She turned and fled into the darkness…
Syaoran woke with a start, and clutched his stomach in pain from the sudden movement. All a dream, he thought. He carefully hoisted himself upright, and realized that he was in an unrecognizable environment. He rubbed his eyes, and squinted. Funny machines surrounded him. No, not funny. Dangerous looking machines, he corrected himself.
"Ah. Li Syaoran. Awake at last. Did you sleep well?"
Syaoran almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the voice. He whipped his head around, and came nose to chest with a man. He looked up and saw a stethoscope around the neck of a man with glasses.
"I…you…what?"
The man chuckled good-naturedly. "You're in the hospital."
"I…me…HOSPITAL?" Syaoran never got sick…or he never recalled getting sick. Hospitals were as foreign to him as French. "What am I doing in a HOSPITAL?"
"You passed out."
Syaoran paled at this. He felt like crawling under the white sheets of the cot and disappearing. This was even worse than that time when Sakura's older brother caught him trying to take the cards from Sakura. I PASSED out? He mentally groaned. If Eriol, or Tomoyo, or ANYONE found out, they would never let him forget it. I, who belonged to the great Li Clan, I passed out? This was too much for Syaoran. He flopped back down into the bed.
The doctor checked the chart at the foot of Syaoran's bed. "How are you feeling?"
"Morbid."
The doctor chuckled again. "You seem fine now. Must have been stress that caused you to pass out." The doctor wrote something on the clipboard and put it back. "I'm keeping you in the hospital for a few more hours."
Syaoran nodded, a little grateful.
The doctor made his way out of the room, and paused before stepping out. He reached into the depths of his coat pocket and brought out a green item. "This was on you when you came in. I took it off when you were admitted." He handed Syaoran the scarf that Sakura had painstakingly made for him. Syaoran reached out with slightly shaking hands and grasped the soft, warm scarf.
The doctor smiled slightly and left, leaving Syaoran alone with his thoughts.
Syaoran touched the silver wolf stitched on the scarf. He sighed, a bit sadly. I am stupid. I didn't realize how much she means to me.
Sakura, I'm so sorry…
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AKS: *Hoi* "What a chapter…Syaoran you dumbo…now you know why you should never procrastinate."
Syaoran: *glare* "Shaddup. You made me look like a wuss."
Eriol: *howls* "The brave Li heir is a wuss." *starts to choke*
Sakura: *sweatdrop* "Guys…"
Syaoran: *glare* "I'm not a wuss."
AKS: "Don't worry…in the next chapter you can try and regain any bit of dignity you might have left."
Syaoran: "Why you lil…"