Next chapter's on the 23rd of June.
Fai isn't sure how long he spends crying and can't bring himself to care even as he hears everyone else standing outside the door.
For once they could hear and know that he's not alright- it's their fault anyway. Kurogane's.
If he'd just let Fai die then none of this would have happened and Sakura wouldn't be there on that bed now, in pain and asleep.
His spell won't last forever though and there is nothing more he can do for Sakura now than hope.
The others are still waiting outside and he can hear as more people gather and voices start to rise as Kurogane tells them to wait- people hear to look after Sakura- who can actually do something to help her.
"Give him a few minutes- she won't die in that time. The princess is stronger than that." Comes a gruff voice which he hates for how much the words hurt.
How dare he speak like that when he's the one who hurt him and Sakura is breathing so shallowly?
Fai stands and yanks open the door he can't remember having opened or closed and pushes through the crowd feeling his throat start to close and his eyes burn despite how angry he is- how much he wants to hurt that red eyed man. It recedes around him and he hears people start shouting, assessing and taking action, the corridor emptying of people again and he can breathe a little easier even as he feels those eyes tracking him as he moves away, watching too closely and seeing too much.
He can hear just as easily as if he was in the room the panic that everyone is in, Mokona's sobbing and Syaoran choking as he tries to squash his tears.
Those eyes burn even through walls and floors as he escapes to the upper reaches of the crumbling building, losing his footing on the rubble and stumbling around holes in the floors and stairs which give way until he's standing at the open side of part of the tower, seeing nothing.
The floors have been stripped and the paint from the walls is chipped and sunbleached and far, far beneath him and beneath the wrongness that is his life is the sand covered concrete which makes his mouth feel dry even as he considers and wants and pulls himself back, heart beating far too fast, against the broken down wall and the grit pushed up against it.
He will do this for Sakura.
He has to do this for Sakura.