By the way, I'm sorry if any medical stuff is incorrect (through-out the entire story), I'm not a doctor.

Sorry I took so long to update. And nejisaku4ever kept bugging me, so I managed to get the chappie written. So, nothing much else, enjoy.

Not my characters, but my plot.

Ino POV

PG-13 (this chappie has some fluffy-ness towards the end)

Chapter 14
I trailed behind the doctors and nurses as they took my best friend to the Intensive Care Unit, as least that's where I was told they were heading. I didn't get to follow them all the way because a nurse had stopped me and sent me to the waiting room. She told me that I would be contacted if anything were to happen; good or bad.

I sighed, plopping myself in the nearest chair as I entered the waiting room. No one else sat in the room. I was alone.

Being alone was something I guess I'm used to now, considering that I don't really remember anyone or anything and not many of those around me know what it's like.

I rested my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. I sat there for what seemed like forever. Just waiting and waiting. I heard voices out the door. People talking, but not to me. Footsteps came and went. No one entered the waiting room. The feeling of waiting for just about anything to happen, not caring whether it was about Sakura or not, was almost suspenseful.

The emptiness surrounding me ended abruptly when Yondaime entered with a crying woman. I looked up with fearful eyes at Yondaime, but paused seeing the crying woman was Sakura's mother. I cringed backwards, fearing for myself a bit more than I had feared for Sakura a while ago. Yondaime spoke smoothly as usual.

"Hello again, Ino. I wasn't expecting your friend back again so soon. Well, I called up her mother and I will be back as soon as any information on Sakura is available. Later," He waved with the same smile he always had on as he left me alone with the scary lady.

She sat next to me and sniffled a bunch. I went stiff, as the air got frighteningly cold. But Sakura's mom didn't seem to want to hurt me. "What happened? How did it happen? Tell me, Ino. I must know." Her words seemed desperate. I told her about the boy and the ball, and how Sakura ran out to push to boy from harm's way. But she didn't believe me.

"How could my daughter have run out in time to save the boy while she was on crutches? I don't get it," She shook her head, her eyes demanding the truth.

"I don't know, please calm down," I said, trying to avoid her frightening eyes that bore in mine.

Sakura's mom faced the floor. I heard her mumble something under her breath. I didn't hear what she had said, and asked her to repeat it. She looked up and glared sharply at me. Rising to her feet as she stood tall and threatening over me, she spoke painful words at me.

"You did it! There's no way my baby could walk, much less run, without those crutches! You pushed her! I know you did! That's way you keep changing the subject. You didn't want me to find out! You're just like her! Just like her! You're JUST LIKE NATSUMI!" She bellowed fiercely, but not once did she threaten to hit me. Instead she ignored the doctors and nurses that had entered the room to stop her, and cooled her breathing. She gave me one last look in the eyes, which sent shivers down my spine, then turned on her heel and left.

Yondaime had returned not a minute later. He claimed he could hear her yelling from down the hall and asked if I were alright. "I'm fine, but don't worry about me. I need to know about Sakura. How is she?"

He sighed and spoke hesitantly as though he were telling this to Sakura herself. "I'd rather be telling her mom, but since she left, trying to calm herself, I guess I should tell you. Sakura is resting right now. We have done pretty much everything that seems necessary for her. But her ankle, that was already broken, seems to have been ruined beyond fixing. She'll never walk again." He sighed into his words and spoke some more, "But all-in-all, I think she will make it. Heck, I'm almost a hundred percent positive, so don't worry."

"Can I see her?"

"Well, she's sleeping, but I don't mind you going in, just don't wake her. Oh, and don't touch her right side."

I looked up at Yondaime, "Why?"

He sucked in air from his teeth as though remembering a gruesome sight, "You'll see."

I watched him leave as he said to himself. I managed to catch what he had said but I'm not sure it's what he said exactly, "But, I can't help thinking I missed something."

Yondaime motioned for me to catch up when he saw me peering out from the waiting room. I walked as fast as I could without getting in trouble, anxious to get to Sakura. I had to see her. She had to be ok. She had to make it.

Stopping by a door, Yondaime turned to face me. "Remember, don't wake her. And be careful." He opened the door. I walked in slowly, looking around the room so typically decorated as a patients' room. Mostly white, was the room, with a bed in the middle of the room and a window on the far side. The blinds were open, letting in the light from the setting sun in a seemingly way to try and brighten the patients spirits.

I said nothing as I waved Yondaime off and sat in the chair set on the left of Sakura's bed. I stared at my best friends body. It was fairly cleaned up, but she still seemed that if she were to wake now, she'd be in severe pain.

Her big forehead was bandaged with a thick red splotch over her right eye. My eyes followed the splotch down to her cheek. On the right side, her face was bruised massively, almost as massively as the left side was unharmed. Her neck was bandaged lightly, but I saw no red and guessed the bleeding had stopped or maybe something worse had happened to her neck. I blushed faintly as I noticed that she wore no shirt. But it wouldn't matter. Her chest was bandaged and bloodstains were scattered all over the side. Her right shoulder, of course, had severe bruising and had become an array of different colors, all of which were dark in tint. Unable to resist the temptation, I pulled up the blanket covering her lower body for one main reason: to see her ankle. Her left ankle now had no cast on it, but a metal brace holding it together in a sort of binding containment.

Oh and she still wore the shorts from this morning. It appears her legs weren't as damaged as the upper body. They were covered in cuts and scraped with bruising up and down the right leg, but nothing too severe.

I covered the blanket back over her and sighed, leaning back in my chair. Suddenly, a rush of fear, greater than before, sent my body into shivers.

What if Sakura died? I really don't want to live with Sakura's mom alone and something about what Sakura told me, about my parents, seems to be a lie. She always has this sad look in her pale green eyes like I have no family. More of a look of pity than sadness, I'm not quite sure. But seriously, what would I do if she died? I don't know how I coul—

"I-ino?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and faced my bruised and injured friend. "Sakura, how are you feeling?"

She groaned as she tried to sit up, "Ugh, like hell. Remind me never to ran in front of cars again." I laughed, my world brightened to know she had a sense of humor again. She laughed lightly at her own joke as well. But stopped laughing as her she winced in pain from the injuries on her upper body. She couldn't seem to manage sitting up so I had to set my arms around her, and pull her forward as gently as I could. I used one hand to pull the pillow up to give her the sitting up position she wished.

We began to chat like nothing had happened, but I kept the jokes to a minimum, afraid of her being in anymore pain.

Some time after Sakura had awoken, the boy Sakura had saved and his grandmother entered the room. The boy held an adorable, pink and yellow, handmade card in his hand. I smiled kindly, giving them permission to enter. Sakura laughed with a sweet tone.

"Aww, is that for me?" She said with tears wanting to form in her eyes.

The boy nodded, blushing lightly, as he handed the card to Sakura. She began to read the card ad the grandma spoke up.

"I really cannot express how thankful I am for you saving my grandson. But I noticed your leg was broken, how did you ever get across the street in time?"

Sakura scratched her head, "I'm not sure about that myself. I felt I had to save that little boy and I just ran forward. I don't really remember anything after that."

The old lady smiled, "Well, I still wish I could find a way to express my gratitude."

Sakura smiled even bigger, "You don't have to. I think this card says everything. Now be careful, kid, from now on. Stay away from streets. Parks and other places would be better to play in, ok?" The boy nodded in agreement, still blushing slightly.

He and his grandma left, saying their 'good lucks' and 'goodbyes'. I watched them leave then turned back to Sakura, who was practically glowing.

"This card is so adorable. Look," she said as she handed it to me.

I stared down at the card in my hand and chuckled lightly. It wrote in sloppy handwriting:

"Deer pweety ladi,

Dank yoo for savin mi. I reely wish for yoo tu git betur. End, I hop yoo and yur frend will be frends with mi somday.

Meny danks,

Mikey"

"Cute," I said as I handed it back to Sakura.

"Isn't it?" She said peacefully. Her words were followed by a yawn. She attempted a stretch to calm her aching muscles, but stopped once the pain had gotten too severe.

She laid back, sliding slightly under the blanket and let sleep come back to her. She hesitated, looking up at me.

She held her left hand out for me to hold. She needed comfort. I smiled and held her hand as she fell asleep. I watched her face twitch in her dreams. I, soon, began to feel tired. I set my head down on Sakura's left shoulder, not consciously paying attention to hat I was doing, and soon cuddled my way into comfort on Sakura's collarbone. I felt waves of warmth over me; despite the chilly nighttime air form the open window. And that was the last I remember of that night.

TBC…
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! One more chappie! Soon it'll all be over! Wahhh, I don't want to part with my fans! But that's why I already have ideas for about two or three more stories! So as soon as I finish this I'll get started on more. Have no fear.

I had so much fun writing the card the boy gave Sakura.

And I'm really sorry for any errors or missing words, my editor didn't reply to me, so she must've been really busy.

Review replies:

Motmoto: I'm not sure of it myself, but sometimes the human body can do miraculous things in times where the situation calls for it.

Shiotaru: It's here, it's here, it's here! Now you can sit and wait for the next and final chappie. ;;Laugh;;

Rin: Rin-channnn! You really thought it was that great? Yumm, pocky! Random enough?

Nejisaku4ever: Drowning in your own tears? I'm not sure that's possible…. I can't tell you if she will die or not, just wait and see.

Host: Well, it was a spontaneous thing that I managed the energy for, but this one took so long. Sorry. I know I keep hurting Sakura, but it's somewhat necessary for the drama.

Spork ai: Yup, my little soap opera. How is it good the dream wasn't real? ;;doesn't understand;; Yummy TenHina, I plan on putting some more in the next chappie. I wish the whole school were homo, that'd be fun. Gives me an idea. Oops, can't tell anymore. Thank you for the review.

;;Sigh;; See ya soon and I hope you enjoyed what has happened so far. Bai bai!