A/N-Here's the second chapter, and please review! Oh, and MG, HYD, and F4 don't belong to me...thought I wouldn't mind owning F4....

Chapter Two-Lei's POV-Forgotten

It was my fault.

All my fault she was in a coma.

All my fault that San Cai would have to suffer, because of me.

As I glanced over at her calm sleeping form, I felt a pang of guilt sweep over me. I shouldn't have been so selfish. I knew she wouldn't return my feeling-I knew Ah Si was the only one in her heart, the only one she loved, and I was merely her friend, her guardian angel.

"Sorry," I whispered sorrowfully, as I held her hand tightly, as if holding onto my life, "Sorry, San Cai." And slowly began drifting off into dream land. Five or so hours later, I woke up from my brief nap.

When I woke up, I noticed her hair had fallen over her eyes, I brushed her hair softly away with my hand. As I turned to leave, I felt something, or rather someone, had grabbed onto my hand. In surprise I whirled around, and saw that San Cai was indeed the one holding onto me. Almost oozing with happiness, I called for the doctor to come.

Two flustered nurses almost immediately appeared and checked San Cai's pulse. Seeing that her pulse had returned to its normal state, they ran off to call for the doctor. A few minutes later, a man with a stethoscope around his neck as well as Ah Si entered the room.

"Congratulations," announced the doctor, "she should be awake any moment now."

"Then in that case, I'll be doubling, no tripling your pay," stated Ah Si.

"Y-y-you r-really don't h-have t-to, Dao Ming Shao Ye," stuttered the doctor honestly.

Ah Si looked at the doctor dangerously, daggers almost shot out of his eyes, "I insist."

"Uh, if you wish to, Shao Ye," answered the doctor nervously, stumbling out of the room after this was said.

"Watch her for a moment, HuazeLei," ordered Ah Si, "I'm going to the restroom."

I sighed-so we are on formalities now, are we? He always used that tone with me during fights. A distant, cold, and formal tone, as if our many years of friendship were worthless.

"Where am I?" asked a voice, jolting me out of my thoughts.

I swiveled around, making myself face-to-face with the owner of the familiar voice, San Cai.

I tried to answer profoundly, "You're in the ho-"

"Never mind that-who am I?" cut in San Cai.

"You d-d-don't r-r-remember?" I asked in surprise.

Tears streamed down San Cai's face in frustration, as Ah Si walked in.

"You're alright!" exclaimed Ah Si joyfully, embracing her tightly.

"Who are you? Get off of me!" screamed San Cai, pushing Ah Si away.

"You forgot?!?!" Ah Si's eyes widened in shock.

"If I knew," snarled San Cai, annoyed, "would I ask you?"

"Stupid woman," retorted Ah Si, "it was a rh-rhe…"

"A rhetorical question," finished San Cai, "arrogant pineapple head."

"That's it! Are you asking for a red tag?" boomed Ah Si, and leant forward revealing the Prada logo of his shirt."

"What is that? Some kind of game rich boys play?" asked San Cai in confusion and anger.

"You'll see, stupid woman," muttered Ah Si, "I'll help you remember."

I took a deep breath, it was the same thing, all over again.