Longest chapter, I think. BRACE YOURSELVES. :| I'm really to lazy to read through this crap. 8D

Chapter Thirteen

"The Most Dreadful Job"

"Are you okay?" Syaoran repeated. "Your temperature seems fine," he removed his hand on her forehead, "but you don't look so well."

Sakura straightened up still surprised of his visit. "Syaoran-kun, what are you doing here?"

He did not know how to start. Not wanting to upset her, Syaraon chose his words wisely. "I just wanted to talk with you about something. But you seem tired; I'll just come back tomorrow." Although he was desperate to know the answer, Sakura's betterment always comes first. He was selfish, but not at her expense.

Syaoran raised his hand to say goodbye, but Sakura stopped him.

"No, it's okay. We can talk now. It seems important."

"I'm sorry for bothering you, but I really need to know."

This did not surprise Sakura. Gossip travels fast, anyway. She did not, however, know how to explain it to him without making him feel guilty. It wasn't Syaoran's fault. But knowing him, he won't let this go. Sakura stood up, "I'll just get a glass of water, then we'll talk upstairs. Want one?"

Syaoran replied with a small smile. "No, thank you."

It really seemed serious, so Sakura rushed to refresh her dry throat.

After a few gulps of cold water, "Otou-san, we'll just be upstairs."

"Okay, I'll just call you when dinner's ready." The mouth-watering aroma her father's cooking was more tempting the closer Sakura was to the kitchen. But more important things were up rather than her stomach.

Sakura turned to Syaoran, "Come on, we'll talk in my room."

"Oh by the way, Syaoran-kun, stay for dinner."

Even Syaoran was getting hungry because of the aroma. He wanted to eat with them, but he doubted that Sakura would insist after they have their talk. "I would love to, but I just ate." He lied. "Thank you, though." And then he followed Sakura upstairs.

The house did not change at all. It was as Syaoran remembered it—clean and orderly. Sakura's room also seemed the same as before. The bed was still where it was before, the sofa, the cabinet, the side table. Sakura's routine of putting her bag on the sofa did not change. He smiled upon remembering that he would put his bag next to hers before. But times have changed, and so was one thing in the room.

"Just make yourself comfortable, I'll just get changed." Sakura took clean clothes and entered the bathroom.

The smell and feeling Sakura's room gave out did not change as well. It was the feeling of warmth. He ran his hands through the wallpaper that felt so familiar, yet so different. He sat on her bed and the scent of Sakura was stronger there. He fought the urge to lie down as he did before.

On her side table was the same alarm clock, the same pictures frames but different pictures. Their family portrait was still there, another was a picture of her mother and a five-year-old Sakura on her arms, Sakura and Tomoyo during grade school, and an empty frame. He took the frame that used to hold a picture of them together. He felt sad, the frame felt so empty without it.

The bathroom door opened surprising Syaoran. Sakura saw him holding the empty frame, but acted as if she didn't. Syaoran noticed and put it back.

"So, what is it?" Sakura sat on the couch, Syaoran followed and sat next to her.

Words should be carefully chosen.

"Sakura, what did Naomi tell the principal?"

Sakura fell silent for a moment. Trying her best to recall the exact words Naomi told the principal, she replied with: "She had the best intentions in mind."

"That's what she said, too."

"Then there's no need for the truth, is there?"

Syaoran looked straight at her eyes. She wanted to avoid, but his gaze had such strong pull that she could not. "I've heard enough of the reason. I need to hear the truth."

"How would you know if what I'm telling the truth?"

"I just will."

"You trust me that much?"

He answered quickly and without doubt. "Yes."

"You trust me more than you trust Naomi?" Sakura just had to know.

"You're evading the question."

"I just want to know."

"Answer my question first," he demanded.

Sakura let out a sigh. "She told the principal lies."

There was a moment of silence. The air was so heavy and serious. After a few minutes, the silence was broken by the sound of the door. "Sakura-chan?" said her father from the other side. "Dinner's ready."

Sakura cleared her throat, "I'll be downstairs."

Syaoran stook up, his expression was unreadable.

"I guess I'd better go. I'm sorry for bothering you."

She did the same. "Before you leave, please answer my question."

He wanted to evade this question of hers as much as possible, but he owed her. Heartaches and time have taught him how to lie. He has become a good liar, especially if he had to. This seemed the best time to use what he had learned, and so he did. "Naomi's my girlfriend, I love her."

It worked, Sakura did not see through his lie. "I see." Sakura opened the door, eyes staring at her own feet. "Good night, then. I hope you get well soon."

Syaoran left unsure if he made the right decision. "Good night."

When Syaoran was out of sight, "Baka," Sakura whispered.

The car was running smoothly. "Anything wrong, Syaoran-sama?" Wei asked noticing the seriousness of his face.

"It's nothing." He felt the need to lie to her. It was useless to tell her the truth. It would only confuse her. So what if he trusted Sakura more than Naomi? Naomi's his girlfriend and Sakura hated him. Bringing something he broke years ago seemed impossible to do. But was it the right decision? The truth would hurt him, and he was afraid of feeling it again. The old wound started to feel fresh.

"Syaoran-sama," Wei broke his deep thoughts. "It's getting kind of late; maybe we should visit Natsume-san tomorrow. I'm afraid it's almost time for your doctor's visit. I don't know how they'll react if they find Eriol-sama on your bed."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I'll just see her tomorrow."

The car took the route back to the hospital.

As they made their way back to the room, Syaoran started feeling dizzy. He was starting to lose his balance as he walked, so Wei supported him. "I'm sorry."

"It's no problem, sir. Are you feeling okay?"

"Just tired, I guess."

"Emotional stress is a lot worse than physical stress."

"Yeah. It sucks." He couldn't help but laugh.

They arrived back at the room just in time before his check-up. Eriol was still under the blanket and upon hearing the creaking of the door started to force himself to snore.

Syaoran couldn't resist. He cleared his throat, "Li-san?" He deepened his voice amidst his dizziness. "Li-san, it's time for you injections. You need this to recover faster!" He tried to sound as convincing as he could.

Eriol hated injections. He's afraid of them. His snores became louder, and Syaoran stopped himself from laughing out loud. Slowly, he crept up on him making sure that the fear stays long. "Li-kun! Li-kun!"

Just about when Syaoran was about to touch Eriol, he quickly jumped out of the bed. "Syaoran made me do it! He said just for a—" Syaoran couldn't stop himself anymore. He burst out of laughter. Wei was also laughing but not as loud as Syaoran.

"You look so fu—aaah," his head started to hurt more and he massaged it.

"You son of a—!" Eriol threw the nearby pillow straight at Syaoran's face. Syaoran exerted no effort in evading the pillow, his head was aching too much. "Are you okay?" Eriol asked noticing his pain.

Slowly, Syaoran lay on the bed with Wei's help. "Just dizzy..."

Wei went out the room to call the doctor.

Eriol was starting to get worried, so he did not ask him anything. Syaoran pushed himself too much. He should have let Eriol talk to Sakura, but he insisted. The doctor arrived not long after.

"Li-san, please rest up. Your body needs it," said the doctor as he finished checking his temperature. "Your temperature's a little high, though. I'll ask the nurse to give you some medicine for the fever, in the mean time, please rest up."

"We'll make sure he will." Eriol assured him with a smile. "Thanks."

The doctor left the three of them. "I'll be downstairs, sir." Wei left carrying Eriol's stuff.

"No more trips for you."

"But I need to talk to Naomi about this."

"I'll make her come here instead. Don't worry; I'll leave the two of you to talk."

Syaoran argued no more.

"I lied to her," Syaoran began, "to Sakura."

Intrigued, Eriol asked. "About what?"

"I told her I trust Naomi more. It's for the best, anyway."

Eriol grabbed him by the shoulder, "You really think so?"

"Yeah... Nothing's going to change if I tell her the truth." This made Eriol chuckle. "What's so funny? I'm serious!"

"You're dumber than I thought," Eriol laughed out loud.

"I'm sorry I'm not as smart as you are, you grade-conscious freak."

His laughter became louder. "Wrong choice of word, sorry. What I meant was you're denser than I thought. You think it won't change anything?" Syaoran nodded. Eriol chuckled again. "I'm sorry. You really think she doesn't like you anymore?" Syaoran nodded his head slowly. "Doesn't like you at all?"

"After our breakup, yeah, I guess." Syaoran's voice was weak.

"So why do you think she visited you yesterday?"

"Knowing her, I guess she felt responsible for what happened."

"Only guilt?" Syaoran shook his head. Eriol smiled, "You're not that dense, after all. By the way, do you still remember the challenge?"

Now that Eriol mentioned it, Syaoran wanted to back out on the challenge. He did not want to hurt Sakura again. These past few weeks made him realize that he still had feelings for her, and he hated, loathed the idea of seeing Sakura hurt. It tore him apart inside.

Nobody followed up on that challenge, so I guess it won't be a big deal if I back out. I've troubled Sakura enough. I'll tell everyone that I back out as soon as I get back to school.

"So?"

Eriol broke Syaoran's chain of thought. "I'll take back my word," his voice was firm." Eriol nodded in agreement and admiration.

"I better go home, then. It's getting kind of late and I've got loads of work to do."

"Sure, thanks a lot, Eriol-kun. Sorry for the bother!"

"No problem. Rest up, you hear? I want to kick your ass in basketball again. I need the exercise." Eriol stood up and waved goodbye.

"I'll hold you up to that. Bye," as he raised his hand to say goodbye.

What will Naomi think of it, though? Will she hate me for choosing not to hurt Sakura? She really seems to hate her. I don't know why. I've never really seen them together. What could have happened between them?

Syaoran did not notice that his tiredness was slowly taking over him. His eyes started to feel heavy.

Will she break up with me? Will she really hate me?

He yawned widely.

Does Sakura still have feelings for me? Will I risk my relationship with Naomi for something as unstable as forgotten feelings of happiness and care and love?

His eyes felt too heavy, and he fell asleep.

Is it worth it?

Sakura lost her appetite that night. She barely touched the food she was craving for a few minutes earlier.

Why did I ever think that he still had feelings for me? Saving me and all, I'm so stupid! Of course he trusts his girlfriend more. Why did I every hope that it was the other way around? Naomi doesn't seem so good anyway. I don't know why I'm so stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Annoyed with herself, she stayed in her room until she cried herself to sleep.

What am I to him anyway?

The alarm clock woke her up. Lazily, she turned it off and got ready for school. She had no appetite for breakfast either, but decided it's better to eat. She munched on a piece of toast. The warm milk she wasn't able to finish either. "What's wrong, Sakura-chan?" Her father asked her out of concern. "You didn't eat last night and you're barely eating now. Did something happen with you and Syaoran?"

"That guywas here?" Touya interrupted upon hearing they had an unwanted visitor last night.

"Nothing... He just asked if we had homework."

Sakura was getting good at lying. To her father, she was convincing, but to Touya, not convincing enough.

"Is that so... What happened to him anyway?"

"He got into an accident." Sakura said, avoiding eye contact.

"Seems like a bad one, I hope he gets well soon."

Sakura smiled at her father and replied: "I hope so, too."

"I don't."

Not wanting to be seen by many, Sakura went to school ahead of Touya. She arrived at school about 45 minutes early; there were only a few students in campus. Unaware of where she's supposed to go, she went to the principal's office to check. The principal was already there, early as she was.

"Good morning, sir."

"Oh, Kinomoto-san, good morning. Sorry, I wasn't able to give full details regarding your suspension. Come on inside, we'll discuss it in my office."

They went inside and discussed.

"So, your suspension will last for two weeks. On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, you'll be helping Mrs. Sato, the head cook. Today, during Thursdays, you'll be helping the faculty, your teachers. And lastly, on Tuesdays you'll be helping Mr. Shinji and Nabuyaga, the cleaners out. They really need the extra help.

I've already told your teachers that you'll be helping them out. They're all disappointed, Kinomoto-san. I hope this suspension will help you change your ways. Li-san is still in the hospital, have you seen him? He looks awful. I hope you allot some time to visit him."

His words left some throbbing in her heart. "Yes, sir, I visited him last Tuesday."

"It's good to hear that, then." He smiled to her as he was fixing some files on his desk. "Also, Mrs. Sato was very pleased with you yesterday. I asked her how you were doing, and she told you how helpful you were." Sakura smiled to herself remembering what happened. "And she told me how she could not believe that you've done those bad things. I'm still doubtful myself, Kinomoto-san. I've never thought you were that type of student, moreover that type of girl."

Sakura kept quiet, wishing that everything would just stop one minute and listen to her.

"You really can't judge a book by its cover."

How ironic, you're doing it now.

"Well now I really do hope this changes you, or help straighten you out the very least. Off you go, then," as he pointed out to the door.

"I'm sorry, sir." And Sakura left the room headed towards the faculty room.

The door was slightly opened when Sakura arrived outside. It seemed like no one was in the room; not even the teachers come to school that early. Still, it was rude to just come in so she knocked to check. "Excuse me," she began, but nobody answered. She opened the door a little wider to peek.

To her surprise, there was a man changing his shirt. "Oh sorry," Sakura blushed as she quickly pulled the door close. She seemed to have closed the door to loudly, the man came out the door with his shirt now on.

"Who was—" To his surprise, he saw a young student waiting outside the room, blushing. "Oh, I'm so sorry about that. I didn't hear you knock. You see," he pointed out to his ear. He was listening to music with wireless earphones. "I'm really sorry about that."

This man was new in the faculty. Sakura have never seen him before. He seemed to be in his early twenties. His messy black hair reminded her of Syaoran, although it was quite longer than his. Crimson eyes were looking at her behind his rectangular spectacles. "So, miss..."

"Oh! Kinomoto, I'm Sakura Kinomoto from class 3-A. Pleased to meet you, sensei."

"So Kinomoto-san, I'm a trainee here at your school. My name is Haru Yamazaki, pleased to meet you, too. So why are you here early in the morning, Kinomoto-san?"

It seems that he has not yet been informed of the suspension Sakura was in. "I was just looking for Ukitate-sensei," she lied.

"Is that so, sorry I'm the only one in the faculty room. It seems I was a bit too early," he laughed at himself for being too punctual. "It's my first day, you see, so I'm a little nervous."

So he really doesn't know.

"Kinomoto-san," he began but felt too embarrassed to continue, "never mind."

"What is it, Yamazaki-sensei?" Her curiosity got the best of her.

He took a deep breath before answering. "Do you mind showing me around campus? It still gets kind of confusing, heh-heh," as scratched the back of his head with one hand. "It's okay if you're busy! I can go by myself."

It seemed irrelevant but she had nothing else to do, and Haru Yamazaki seemed nice and friendly. Sakura smiled at him, "It's no problem, sensei. Come on I'll show you around."

"Really? Thank you very much, Kinomoto-san!" He was older than Sakura, but it felt like they were at the same age. His eyes glistened like that of a child's in excitement.

It took quite a while to look around the campus. Yamazaki kept on repeating the building name out loud as they were walking around the corridors. Students started to increase in number and as Sakura expected, some girls started gossiping as they passed. Yamazaki did not look like a teacher after all, he was just wearing a plain semi-fit shirt and slacks and pointed leather shoes. "Kinomoto-san?"

She heard him call as they were passing by the busiest corridor in campus, "Yes, sensei?"

"Do I look bad?" His question took her by surprise, and she let out a soft giggle. "Eeeeh, so I do look bad! I really should have picked a nice shirt!"

Sakura laughed out loud now, she couldn't help it. This man was as she was—young and conscious and somewhat insecure. "No, sir, you look fine," as they continued to walk.

"Then why did you laugh? This is an ugly shirt. I don't look presentable."

"The shirt looks good on you, sensei, don't worry."

Yamazaki lowered his voice, "So why are all the students whispering as we pass by? I feel like they're angry at me, and I don't know why."

They're not angry at you, they're angry at me.

Sakura forced a laugh, "I don't know, maybe..." sensing the similarities between them, Sakura found it okay to joke around, "maybe they find you cute?"

To her surprise, he stopped walking. Sakura did the same, one eye brow raised. Yamazaki raised his hand and pointed at Sakura, "False hope!"

Sakura laughed out louder than ever.

His self-esteem really is low.

After she stopped laughing, "I'm so sorry, Yamazaki-sensei."

"It's okay, Kinomoto-san, I'm not good with compliments, you see." He looked at his watch, "Well it's almost time for class to start, I better go back. Is your classroom nearby, I'll take you there to show my gratitude."

Sakura still did not know what she'll do that day, so she had to go back to the faculty room. "Don't worry, sensei, I also need to go back to the faculty room."

"Oh, yeah, you were there to talk to Ukitate-sensei. I'm sorry for bothering you, Kinomoto-san."

Both of them went back to the faculty room with Sakura leading the way. They arrived back and the faculty room looked full. The teachers were fixing their stuff before coming to their respective classes. "I had fun, Kinomoto-san. Thanks for showing me around," as he bowed.

"It was fun, sensei. Good luck on your first day, please do your best."

"Yep, I will! I'll call Ukitate-sensei for you." He entered the faculty room and closed the door behind him.

After a few seconds, Mr. Makoto Ukitate came out the room.

"Good morning, sensei." Sakura greeted.

"Good morning, Kinomoto-san. I was expecting that you'd come here earlier, we haven't instructed you yet."

Sakura apologized, "I'm sorry, sensei." She decided not to mention her and Mr. Yamazaki's tour. It was his first day after all. She did not want to get him into trouble.

"Come earlier next time."

"Yes, sir."

"For this morning, I'd like you to help put up the posters for the upcoming school activities. Afterwards, please come back here and help clean the faculty room. I assume you know where the bulletin boards are in the campus?"

Sakura recalled all the places where she knew there were bulletin boards. Good thing they went around the campus earlier, her memory was still fresh. "Yes, I know where they are, sir."

"EEEEEEH? REALLY?" The loud voice came from the faculty room and it sounded like Yamazaki's.

"That trainee's still new and he's causing such a ruckus." Sakura saw as he grinded his teeth. He turned to her. "Good, wait for me here, I'll get the posters."

The door burst open before Makoto could even grab the doorknob. Yamazaki came running out after.

"Kinomoto-san!" To Sakura's surprise, he called her.

"Yes, sensei?"

"Is it true? Are you really suspended?"

Guess the teachers informed him about it. There'll be no use in hiding it.

Sakura sighed and gave out a weak smile before answering. "It's true."

"EEEEH! So it's true..." The shock and sadness was written all over his face.

Mr. Ukitate came out holding the posters. He handed them over to Sakura, "Here, Kinomoto-san."

She could leave him like that, she felt like she needed to explain. In fact, she felt the need to explain it to everyone, but she had neither proof nor the courage to do so; typical Sakura—weak and timid. "I'm sorry for not telling you earlier, Yamazaki-sensei."

And without another word, she did what she was told.

Patiently, Syaoran stared at the clock hanging on the wall. It was just about dismissal time, and in a few hours he and Wei will go to Naomi's place to clear things up. He has been waiting there the whole day.

After realizing that the clock moves slower when he stared at it, he turned on the television to pass time.

He found an interesting show in the Natural Geographic channel. Without him noticing it, Wei entered the room. "Sir, do you really think this is necessary? You aren't fully healed yet and the doctors really insist that you stay longer," explained Wei.

"I'm fine. I'm a fast healer," as he stood up and turned the television off.

Wei let out a sigh of unease, nonetheless he obeyed. Syaoran's belongings were already packed early that morning. He was dressed, also. Wei carried it for him and both left the hospital headed towards the Natsume residence.

Syaoran found himself anxious all of a sudden. Confronting his girlfriend was new to him. All he and Naomi did was enjoy each other's company. They don't really talk about personal stuff. Syaoran likes her without a doubt, but even up to that point in their relationship, he did not know whether he loves her or not.

They arrived outside their destination. The house seemed empty, so they waited in the car. It was just about time that Naomi arrived, school was over after all. Although Syaoran had not foreseen a possible trip she could have taken, he decided to wait a few more minutes. He has been waiting all morning, what could a few minutes, heck, an hour would do? He stayed rooted on the backseat of the car examining his surroundings.

He hasn't been inside Naomi's house, but he was familiar with the outside. Sometimes when he'd bring her home late, he insists on sending her directly at home to make sure she was safe.

A few minutes passed and from the rear mirror Syaoran saw two figures walking towards them. He easily made the face of the girl he was waiting for, and to his horror, she was clinging on the arms of Seiki, the person responsible for his injuries and her pain—Sakura's pain. His blood boiled but what he heard from the two stopped him.

"Onii-chan, thanks for helping me out," Naomi said as he held Seiki's arm tighter. "I owe you a week's worth of dinner."

Seiki chuckled his usual annoying laugh from Syaoran's perspective. "Make that a month; I did everything you told me. I even keep on kissing that Kinomoto girl you hate. Although the idea's not half bad, but it would be a lot better if," he scratched his chin with his free hand, "she'd exert more effort in making it worthwhile."

Naomi let go of his arm and punched him on the arm she was clinging to. "I did not ask you to hurt my Syaoran!" She hit him again, "He's still in the hospital, I don't enjoy seeing him hurt."

"Okay, okay, stop hitting me," he moved away. "I'm sorry, alright? I just lost control; he was really starting to annoy me."

"But you don't hurt your baby sister's boyfriend!" She gave him a last all-out punch in the arm.

The two passed by the car without noticing Syaoran in it.

"By the way, I'm really impressed, I thought I was gonna get expelled because of that. What did you tell the principal anyway to save my ass?"

Naomi flashed him a proud smile. "Just pulled the strings a bit, it surprised me, though, how that girl didn't try to tell the truth. I knew she was stupid, but not that stupid." She started laughing loud. "Well, it saved me a lot of energy."

That was all he needed to hear.

"Wei, let's go to Sakura's house." Without anymore question, Wei started the car and drove away.

Stupid girl! You're the most stupid person I've ever known.

But inside him, he knew who the most stupid person was.

Without anything in his mind to tell her, he knocked on the door upon arriving. Unfortunately, it was Touya who answered the door.

He felt the anger Touya still had. It was more than just anger. It was hatred, it was loathing.

"Is Sakura in her room?"

"No, still out." It was an obvious lie, even Touya made sure he was obvious.

"I need to see her."

"Oh, too bad. She doesn't."

Syaoran was starting to lose patience. "Just let me talk to her for a few minutes, I won't stay long."

"Onii-chan?" It was Sakura's voice. "Who is it?"

Before Touya could answer, Syaoran shouted. "It's Syaoran, Sakura, I need to talk to you."

No reply came.

"See? She doesn't need to talk to you." And with that, Touya closed the door leaving Syaoran rooted on his position.

Of course she doesn't want to see you! Who would after doing that to her?

But he was desperate. He wanted to clear things up. He needed to clear things up. There've been too many misunderstandings and unsaid feelings.

He approached Wei and told him to go home.

After Wei had left, he stood in front of the house waiting for someone to come out.

As expected, nobody came out to even check if he was still there. His legs were starting to ache so he sat on the grass. He heard the sound of the television from the living room, but nobody came out the front door. Time passed by, it was getting dark.

Enough waiting, then.

He stood up and examined the familiar house he's always been fond of. The open window amongst the vines was the only window in Sakura's room. The plants and trees grew as he has last seen it. The vines seemed strong and thick enough. With his less injured arm, he tested it.

I hope it holds.

He held a handful amount of vines and pulled himself up. It broke instantly and he fell on his feet.

The nearest tree was not tall enough to easily reach the window. But he had no other choice; he climbed up the tree with much caution. He did not want another injury on him, after all.

Keeping himself balanced on the branches with one hand took most of his concentration. He went as far as he thought was safe, and examined the window. It was about three feet away with his more injured arm holding the trunk and the free one extended.

He would fall a good eight feet if he failed, but the risk he'd take.

He closed his eyes and took in as much fresh air as he could. It could turn bad. Before he turned logical, he reached for the window.

Fortunately, he was able to reach it. Unfortunately, his right arm was the only part that was able to. He was still weak, and his chest hit the cold concrete with full force. He could not breathe. His hands were shaking from all the weight it was carrying. His heart was pumping really fast, and no oxygen entered his lungs. He felt he'd pass out. He reached the window with his injured arm, and with unknown strength pulled himself up.

He threw himself on Sakura's room still gasping for air. His fall made a loud thud. His chest was still in immense pain.

Sakura-chan.

All he could think of was Sakura. He wanted to see her before everything turned black. He was losing it. His vision was starting to blur and he was about to pass out when someone came running.

"Syaoran?"

Sakura came running towards him. He could still make up her image amidst the panic. "Sa-ku," was all the came from his mouth.

Immediately, she carried him and laid him on his back; his head on her laps. "Syaoran! Onii-chan, call an ambulance!"

As Syaoran took in his last breath, oxygen started to fill his lungs up. Touya came running towards the room. "Why, what happened, Sa-"

"Call an ambulance!" She ordered him. He broke off from his trance and was about to run for the phone when Syaoran stopped him.

He was starting to calm down, his vision was starting to clear up, and his breathing was slowing down. "I- have to- talk- to her- I- don't- don't want- to be- alo- ne- in the hos- pi- tal."

Touya saw the seriousness in his eyes and unwillingly followed. He carried him and lay him on Sakura's bed. He went down stairs to get water and some medicine.

Sakura sat beside him.

"Baka! Baka! Baka! Baka!"

Syaoran chuckled. "I thought I was about to die."

"Baka! Baka! BAKA!"

Before Syaoran could say another word, he felt Sakura's tight embrace and the coldness of the tears that fell on his sweating back.

Waiting definitely sucks, but it's always worth it.

"Sorry, Sakura-sama," he whispered.

"BAKA!"

A/N: SO! I've changed this chapter much, I hope it's better and you enjoyed reading it. Most of the chapters are a LOT longer now. I really really hope it wasn't dragging. D: But it was. I know. XD