Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura. It belongs to Clamp. I am simply using their characters for entertainment purposes only. À la folie... pas du tout was written by Laetitia Colombani and Caroline Thivel and directed by Laetitia Colombani. The plot belongs to them. Thank you.

10, November 2005 : Epilogue

Sakura went immediately to the hospital when she was called and stayed at Syaoran's bedside day and night. When he finally awoke the first thing he saw was her smiling face, smiling because he was going to live.

"Doctor!" she called out into the hallway "Doctor come quick! He's coming out of it!" Two doctors where by her side in moments checking on Syaoran as she held onto his hand, the smile never leaving her face as joyful tears began to spill from her emerald eyes. Syaoran was in the hospital for a few more weeks before he was finally well enough to go home in a wheel chair. After some time he was able to walk on his own with the aid of a cane. Sakura stayed happily by his side through every single step of his recuperation.

"I feel like a grandpa, walking with this thing." he groaned one day as they walked in the park, trying to get his strength back.

"Well I love grandpas." she joked planting a soft kiss on his lips. "Didn't you know?"

Eventually Syaoran was blessed once again with the news that Sakura was pregnant with a baby girl. After a few years he would push her on the swings and drink "tea" with her among her other plushie guests. Doing these things with his daughter, Sakura always happily at his side, would make him happier than he ever dreamed possible.

After a psychiatric evaluation, Meiling was diagnosed as sick, unanswerable for her acts. The accused suffers from intense erotomania. It developed in a standard pattern after she met Dr. Syaoran Li, her friend's neighbor. In light of her condition, it was decided that Meiling be committed to a psychiatric home for an indeterminate period.

Meiling lived in a plain white hospital room with only a bed, nightstand, and wardrobe. She was sedated for much of the time after she attempted to run away and find her "lover". She would sit by her window and look out longingly until the nurse came in and dropped her pills into the palm of her hand and watched her put them in her mouth and take a drink before leaving the room, to make sure she was getting her medication. Once a week she was put through evaluations to check on her mental status…

"There's a world in my head. An unreal world. In it, Syaoran loves me and protects me. In it, he's always at my side. Now I know it doesn't exist... That it was an illusion, the fruit of my imagination. We all dream of a great love affair. I just dreamt a bit harder." Meiling confided to her doctor. He leaned forward onto his desk and looked her over.

"I'm proud of you. You've worked hard all these years and we'll all miss you here." He said, signing a paper for her release. "But I'm glad you're finally being released." He smiled handing her the slip of paper. "Be sure to keep taking your medication and you'll be just fine. I wish you all the best."

After gathering her few things, Meiling walked with a small suitcase down the hallway, out the door, and into the sunlight. She was a free woman after so many years of waiting. Shortly after she left a janitor entered her room to prepare it for the next patient. He had to check in all the nooks and crannies of the room to make sure nothing was left by it's last occupant. He checked under the bed and nothing. Bracing himself for the weight, he grabbed onto the wardrobe and moved it away from the wall to make sure nothing had rolled behind it. His eyes widened at what he saw before him.

There on the wall was an image made entirely of pills that had become sticky after being in Meiling mouth when she did not swallow them like the nurse thought she did. They had been stuck on the wall in a careful design. It looked to be a person with shaggy brown hair and amber eyes. Sighing he grabbed a metal instrument and began to scrape the pills from the wall. Meiling was a free woman.

Though my love is insane,

my reason calms the pain in my heart.

It tells me to be patient and keep hoping...

-An erotomaniac confined for over 50 years.

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