So not to wake him, Tohru cautiously tiptoed towards the door of Yuki's room, and silently opened the door. He was on his bed, and she smiled at his sleeping form. Sure enough, she saw the cup on the desk right next to Yuki's bed. She quietly tiptoed once again next to the bed, in front of the desk, and as she took the cup, she glanced over at Yuki before she turned around to leave.
What she saw haunted her in her sleep for the next few weeks. His eyes were screwed shut, his lips were blue, his hands were gripping the sheets with the tightest grip, and she could not hear him breathing nor see his chest rising. Tohru's eyes widened in shock, fear, and panic. She unconsciously let go of the cup, letting it fall to the ground and shatter into millions of pieces with a sharp crashing sound. She leapt onto the bed putting Yuki on his back, and as the tears fell she without hesitation put her mouth onto his cold, dry lips and breathed into his lungs. She drew her face from his and pushed on his chest with her shaking hands. "Please, please Yuki, come back, breathe!" The tears fell like a summer downpour, and Tohru place her mouth over the helpless still form of her Prince. Once again she breathed into Yuki's lungs, and in her thoughts willed Yuki to come back, breath, take her breath and live.