Chapter 3

Heero stood in the hospital hallway, all his friends urging him to sit down. But he didn't want to sit down. His nerves wouldn't allow him to. Sakura could be dying, and they wanted him to sit down. What nonsense.

"Heero, chill! Sakura with be alright," came Duo's concerned voice.

"You don't know that," Heero told the man. After Heero had received the phone call from Jen on the phone, they had all immediately rushed over to the hospital.

"Heero?" Jen approached the man. Heero only stared at her, waiting for any type of information. "We've gotten the bleeding to stop. She was hurt very badly Heero, but we don't know what caused it."

"How do you not know?" Heero asked the woman. "You were there with her, weren't you?"

"No. I'm sorry. She'd walked away for a bit," Jen calmly explained.

"Well, then can't you ask her what happened?"

"I'm sorry Heero. I can't. Sakura… she… She's in a coma."

Heero suddenly felt some sort of weight or whatnot fall on him, forcing him to take a seat. "Sakura… is in a coma?"

"I'm really sorry. There's a chance if she doesn't wake up in about a week, she may never wake up."

Heero's eyes widened as he turned his gaze up at Jen. The woman looked hurt, almost like she blamed herself for what had happened. Of course she did. Heero knew she did. She had been with her. If she hadn't of let Sakura out of her sight, maybe this would have never happened. He only sighed and leaned forward, placing his face in his hands, his elbows resting against his legs for support.

"It's not your fault Mizuno."

"Heero! Are you just gonna stay in your room all day?" Duo asked from Heero's doorway. The Japanese man glared up at him. Duo only rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Do what you want. I don't care." Shaking his head, he turned around and disappeared down the hall and into his own room.

Heero sighed as he finally sat up and stared out the window. Duo was right. He needed to do something. This wasn't like him. Heero wasn't the type to lay around all day. He always had something to do. But what could he do? He needed to go see Sakura.

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Jen stood over her friend Sakura, staring down at the woman in a coma. Reaching down, she took Sakura's hand in her own. A small tear streamed its way down her cheek. With her free hand, she quickly wiped it away. It had only been for a moment, but that moment had been very important. If only Jen hadn't of let her walk away. If only she'd remained by her side.

"It's not your fault you know."

Startled, Jen quickly let go of Sakura's hand, her gaze falling to the doorway. She let out a breath of relief as she stared at her friend. "Micki… How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough." Micki shrugged away from the doorframe and made her way into the room. "Ya know, if you're to blame then both of us are to blame. We were both there."

Jen sighed and returned her gaze to Sakura. "She might die."

Micki shook her head and took a seat in a chair next to Sakura's bed. "She could. She might not. My real concern is who did this to her."

"You really think she was attacked?"

"I have no doubt. Sakura's not clumsy enough to mess herself up this badly."

Jen only nodded as she continued to stare down at the unconscious woman. She brushed her bangs off the woman's face. "I won't blame Heero if he never forgives us."

"What's there to forgive? You didn't do anything wrong." The two women turned to face Heero who now stood in the doorway. He was staring at his fiancé with eyes like they'd never seen before. He looked scared. Jen hated to see him like that. Not because it hurt, but more because it kind of freaked her to know that Heero could be scared, or at least look scared.

Jen was about to look away when she noticed Duo standing behind him. "Duo…"

Micki was surprised at the mentioned name and leaned over to see where Jen was looking. Sure enough, the braided man was there as well. Duo shoved his way past the Japanese man and made his way over to Sakura's bed. After staring down at her for some time, a smile finally lit up that depressed look of his.

"Yo! Hey Sakura, ya gotta hurry it up and wake the hell up, otherwise anti social suicidal maniac over here just might turn suicidal again, if ya catch my drift." He grinned and took a seat on the side of her bed. "Sides… who's gonna make fun of all the idiots out there with me now? With ya in a coma life's just borin' now. These supposed friends of mine… they're nothin' man. Borin' as hell." A laugh escaped his mouth, until he felt a very hard whack on the back of his head. Groaning, he turned up to stare at Heero.

"Urusai baka."

"Man, that's just mean." Duo made sure to fake a pout as he made his way up and to the door. "Be seein' ya Sakura… When Mr. Strict isn't around." He then disappeared out the door.

Jen rolled her eyes, stifling laughter. Duo never ceased to amuse her. At least someone was keeping their hopes up. She turned over to Heero who was now staring down at Sakura, her hand in his. A small smile crossed her face as she decided the two needed some time alone. She made her way to the door, Micki not too far behind. Shutting the door behind them, Jen sighed and leaned against the wall.

"You're worried," she heard Duo tell her. There was a small smile as she turned to face him.

"You too." She pushed away from the wall.

"Who isn't?" It was Micki this time. "But I have a feeling Sakura will pull out of this one."