Somewhere in Time
02
A small group of individuals had crowded a small, white room with plastic chairs. Most had lost all color in their faces, some looked angry, some looked sad, some had no expression.
"It's all his damn fault," One of the taller men in the small crowd blurted out in anger. He had dark brown hair that fell into his eyes. An even taller man but with lighter hair and glasses placed a delicate hand on his shoulder to ease the tension. The older gentleman usually retained a calm and warm presence when with others, especially loved ones. At the moment though he carried immense grief and pain in his usually handsome face.
"Touya, not right now, lets all sit, I think we'll be more comfortable," The hand that had been on his son's shoulder pushed him down into one of the plastic chairs in the room. Touya was pushed firmly backwards and found himself sitting in the orange chair. There was no arguing right now. Not when his father used that tone.
Next to the pair was Tomoyo, still as distraught as she was nearly an hour ago now when she first found Sakura on the floor and unresponsive. On the inside Tomoyo felt entirely disconnected from her environment, her brain was still trapped in those moments. How she managed to keep herself together and phone her father after getting off the line with the emergency medical services was beyond her. Her insides were screaming, yelling, crying, swearing, but she managed to hold onto her composure to not worry Sakura's father.
The last of the small crowd stood facing a corner, his slender fingers gripping his face. Indeed he had no words for the situation and cursed himself for his inability to calm anyone down or amend the problems they were all now facing. His other self felt the same as well and fought the urge to be physically present here too.
"Kinomoto?" A short man in a white lab coat had pushed the door open to the waiting room a few moments before. Each head in the group shot up at the sign of potential news. "We'd like you to come back," The entire group started to move, but the short man put his hand up, "Only the father," The other three faces frowned as the eldest Kinomoto family member made his way to the door. He glanced at the three faces, nodded, and disappeared with the doctor.
"Can you tell me what happened? All I know is her friend found her on the floor unconscious with a broken mirror," The other man said nothing, but guided the pair through a series of hallways and doors into a softly lit corridor. Gentle abstract paintings in pastel colors lined these hallways, every few feet or so another large work hung. The pair stopped abruptly in front of a window into one of the rooms that lined the hallway.
"Your daughter has been going through a depression, or so her friend told the intake doctors," The man looked through the window and saw a nurse in light pink scrubs attending to a skinny individual with light brown hair that only reached her chin. "When she came in we immediately took blood to see if it was perhaps a drug-"
"-My daughter doesn't do that though-"
"I know this is hard, Mr. Kinomoto..." The doctor interjected. The pair both looked at Sakura, she was still in the bed, various gizmos and gadgets attached to her lithe figure. "..but... sometimes depression turns us into people we aren't. Your daughter swallowed nearly a whole bottle of sleep-aids..." He trailed off, knowing how hard this must be to hear.
"...What..."
"We're starting to pump her system now, but we cannot be sure about her brain functions at this time, it's still far too early to tell,"
"I want to go in, I need to go in." The usually calm and collected man made his demand.
The doctor nodded and opened the door to the small room. "Of course,"
From the outside, the doctor watched as the large man rushed to the side of his daughter and took her left hand in both of his. The panic in his face was still there, but somehow he looked more relieved to be in the company of his daughter. The doctor could not hear from outside, but he could see the man slowly begin to break down and lose it. On the other side of the small room, the nurse looked on with tender eyes and slowly made her way to the door to give them a moment of privacy.
Thirty minutes later the rest of the group became informed of the situation. Each had spent a small amount of time with Sakura, most had reacted in the same fashion as her father had. Tomoyo found herself cursing internally again, that she had not arrived sooner, that she had not spent the entire day with her to avoid such a situation from arising. Not twenty days ago something like this would have been out of left field, never could she see Sakura so depressed that she would attempt to take her own life. Always strong willed and always a fighter, Sakura never gave up when things were difficult. It was in her personality to be that way.
And now here she was, trapped inside her mind hooked to machines because she had given up.
"Damnit..." Tomoyo clenched her fist and pounded on one of the doors. They had been there for nearly four hours now waiting. Just waiting. There had been no word on her condition and the visiting hours were over. They had all been sent home. Before she left she had phoned her mother to pick her up and bring her home. And now she found herself dazed and wandering these white sterile halls trying to come up with an absolution. "Damnit!" She said one more time startling one of the hospital employees that was pushing a cart of supplies. The employee looked wide-eyed at the girl and stopped in his tracks. "Sorry..." Tomoyo's face softened now that she had company and pushed the door open.
The cold wind tickled on her exposed face, but she paid no mind to it. A little pain was probably nothing in comparison to the struggles internally Sakura was now facing. She could suck it up.
Not far away she saw the dark sedan her mother's driver had. Tomoyo waved her hand to call attention to the car; almost immediately the car zoomed forward and pulled right up in front of her. There was no need to wait for the driver to come around and open the door for her. She yanked the handle open and collapsed into the leather interior and fell straight into her mother's arms. Sonomi had not been the warmest of individuals to her daughter, but all that was forgotten and a distant memory as she stroked Tomoyo's long black hair. "Shh," Sonomi cooed as Tomoyo curled herself up into a ball within her mother's arms. "Get it all out, it's okay,"