Next chapter's on the 12th of May!
Fai lifts her, holding her as close as he can through the nausea and the worry and suffocating feeling in his throat and chest, keeping the rain off her as much as he can.
Wordless he moves past Syaoran, Mokona and that man again. He doesn't meet any of their gazes, view fixed on the girl in his arms as Mokona sniffles and the rain pours, burning them all just a little.
Fai keep his head bowed, watching her chest rising and falling fitfully as he runs fast enough that even the ninja will have trouble keeping up.
The paths and people don't matter at all as he follows his way back to the room they've been staying in, just four concrete walls, some crude furniture and the smell of sickness. He would live here forever though if it meant she would live.
"Fai?" Her voice cracks and she peers at him through an almost closed eye, sclera tinted pink in a way which makes him want to vomit, as he settles her down on the bed as gently as he can.
She clenches her teeth as he carefully lets her go, flinching upwards a little as her fingers twitch and her eyes squeeze shut at the shock of pain.
And Fai can smell the blood far more than he would like to.
There's a pipe in her leg and it's twisted and stuck and there's nothing he can do and he's lost almost everything and she's in so much pain and there's nothing he can do about it so he takes the easy way out- the coward's way out.
Fai whistles, standing over her and watching her face drift into a mild grimace. The sound makes him feel a little better, more comfortable somehow even as he feels that little bit of magic leave him, a tiny percentage of all he has left.
Still it's worth it to watch her breathing settle though her chest wheezes.
He falls back against the wall, feeling in a distant way the impact of his back against the concrete and the sliding of his feet on the floor. There's a pain, almost jarring, at the bottom of his spine and past it somehow but he doesn't care. He can't care. He just can't right now as he curls in on himself, head on his knees and arms around them, nails digging into his shoulders and sobs, head pounding.