Syaoran felt a warm, fuzzy sense of peace with the world as he woke. The particular sensation you only get from waking up late under a pile of blankets on a cold day. He didn't want to move or even open his eyes for fear of shaking the drowsiness still enveloping him. He wrapped his arm tighter around the source of his warmth, pulling Sakura closer towards him. His hand slid slowly up her spine to rest between her shoulder blades, pressing her body into his. Syaoran froze. Since when did Sakura's body become so long? He moved his fingers over her back. Her skin was as soft as silk, but, hang on, skin?
Syaoran slowly opened his eyes, taking in a strange girl sleeping beside him. The girl sighed happily as her eyes fluttered open. Syaoran screamed as he pushed her roughly out of the bed. She landed on the cold, hard floor while Syaoran began to search everywhere, calling out Sakura's name. Not finding Sakura anywhere in his room, he turned on the girl. He pulled her up, standing her in front of him. "Where is she?" he demanded, "What did you do with her?" The girl stared up at him with wide eyes, shaking in fear. Syaoran threw her against the wall, "Where's my Sakura?" She threw up her left arm in self-defence as he approached her. He suddenly stopped, staring at her left hand, or more importantly, what was on it. Her hand was bound in a scrap of torn green cotton, the same green as the shirt he tore for Sakura yesterday. "If you're going to hurt me, just do it." Her soft voice quivered with dread. Syaoran walked towards her, before running his hand through her auburn hair. It was as soft and silky as the wolf pup's. "Open your eyes," he commanded. Her eyelids slowly opened as two tears ran down her pale cheeks. His hand gently wiped away her tears as he stared into her emerald depths. "My Sakura," he whispered before pulling her into his warm embrace, "I'm sorry, I thought my little wolf had gone missing, but I finally found you."
She began to shiver against his body. Syaoran glanced down, only to realise that she was completely naked. His face flushed bright red as he pulled the thick blanket off his bed and threw it over her shoulders before racing into his wardrobe. He walked back holding one of his shirts. He handed the clothing to Sakura before walking into another room while she pulled the green silk over her head, before pulling the blanket back around her.
Syaoran chuckled when he realised the garment reached down to her knees. He gently lifted her up and carried her back to the bed, slipping her back under the covers. "Show me your hand," he told her as he sat down on top of the covers, "I couldn't do much for it while you were a wolf, but humans I can heal." She slipped small her injured out from under the blankets and placed in his own large hand. His other hand wrapped itself over the top of hers. "I'm afraid your wrist is broken," he told her, "So this might hurt a little." She closed her eyes and braced herself for pain, but not before noticing the soft green glow emanating from his hands. She winced as she felt her bones crack back into place, but his presence soothed her while his magic mended the bones and reduced the swelling. He unwrapped the tattered material from her wrist. "See," he whispered, "good as new." She stared up at him with her big, innocent eyes, "thank you," she told him, "for everything. I'm sorry I scared you earlier, I didn't mean to change back, but I'm sorry for all the trouble it caused." She closed her eyes, too guilty and ashamed to meet his gaze. She felt another tear roll down her face. He brushed her tear aside, "It's okay," he told her, his voice gentle and calm, "you didn't mean to. Now sleep," he cupped her cheek in one hand, forcing her to look up at his smiling face, "a healing sticks better if you do." She smiled slightly and she wriggled further into the warmth of his bed. "I'll be here when you wake up," he told, watching her drift off to sleep before leaving the room in search of his mother.