Be My Valentine
By: Sakura aka Michelle
Chapter 3

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They were on their way to the hospital. With each passing second, Syaoran was getting more and more irritated at the speed they were going; they were going far too slowly to suit him. He looked down at Sakura ( who was currently in his arms =] ) and let out a frustrated sigh. She’s injured and there is nothing I can do to help her! This is so irritating! “Can you drive faster?!” he shouted to his poor driver, who cringed in response.

“But your highness, we are going at an extremely fast speed and there is no way I can speed up without endangering our lives...”

Sakura groaned aloud and her eyelids fluttered open then closed again. She could not seem to focus her vision but she was aware that she was in someone’s arms and that they were traveling in a car. “Where are you taking me to?” she croaked out and grimaced at the ugly sound she had made.

“You are hurt... No! Don’t move yet,” Syaoran panicked when Sakura tried to shift her position, which might jar her injuries and cause her more pain. “You are in a bad shape and I am going to bring you to the hospital.”

Her eyes shot wide open at the mere mention of hospital and immediate lurched right up into a sitting position. “I am not going to the hospital!” Sakura pleaded. “Please don’t bring me to the hospital!”

Being careful of her injuries, Syaoran held her firmly by her shoulders, “I need to confirm that you are going to be all right and your wound needs stitches. Don’t argue with me; we are going to the hospital.”

Sakura looked devastated and her head began to throb rhythmatically and her upper left thigh hurt terribly. Only when she took a look did she realize that her thigh had a huge and awful gash, which seemed to be swollen at the moment. Disgusted, she turned her face away and the swift action brought more pain to her head and she groaned again. “My head hurts,” she complained and brought a smile to Syaoran’s lips. “And I don’t want to go to the hospital... My okaa-san died there and the doctors didn’t do anything to help her... I am scared...”

Obviously Sakura could not understand what she was mumbling about in her haze of pain but Syaoran could. The smile was wiped off from his face now and he frowned in deep thought. To go, or not to go? He sat in silence while he made his decision. Then, he swiftly ordered his chauffeur to bring them to his mansion and to send for their family doctor as soon as possible.

“Hurry, we don’t have much time to lose,” Syaoran fairly shouted and the chauffeur flinched.

“Yes, your highness.”

Syaoran shifted Sakura to fit her more snugly to his frame and that was when his hand came into contact with her injured thigh and she groaned and tried to squirm away. He looked so astonished and his hand lifted away as if her thigh was hot flame. More blood stained his palm and he broke out in cold sweat; where else was she hurt?

Syaoran paced in outside the corridor to his closed room. He did not have enough time to give a notice to his staffs to prepare a room and so, he deposited Sakura in his room and his family doctor was examining her at the moment. He almost chuckled at the sight of his stunned staffs when he ran into the mansion with Sakura in his arms but he had more important issues to see to, so he quickly blocked them out. He had yelled for the doctor when he wasn’t in his room and dashed all the way down to drag the old and frail man up the stairs.

“Do slow down, your highness,” the doctor had said. “I believe you would crack my bones.”

Syaoran turned back to glare at the doctor into submission, “Shut your mouth up and hurry! The patient won’t wait for you; she will most likely bleed to death before...” He stopped and realized with horror that it might be true. She might bleed to death before the doctor reaches her... NO!! With newfound strength, he pulled the doctor in his wake into his room, where Sakura was lying ghostly pale and bleeding. The doctor had the gall to throw Syaoran out of his room and barred him from entering until his administrations were over.

It was an hour later when the door to his room was finally opened and the doctor came out. Syaoran waited for him to regain his composure and to wipe the sweat off his face before bombarding him with questions.

“How’s Sakura?” Syaoran asked worriedly, his eyes peering into his room. “Dr. Hajime?”

Hajime gulped and tried to answer him audibly, in truth, he was afraid of the prince, “Er... She has lost a lot of blood and er... She needs lots of rest to regain her strength back.”

Syaoran heaved a sigh of relief, “That’s good to hear.”

“But... Her cuts were stained with dirt and she’s having infections. She’ll be having fever and the next few days will be crucial,” Hajime paused to steady himself. “You should have sent her to the hospital immediately. The infections are bad but I have already treated it. So...”

Syaoran cursed loud enough for the whole country to hear and then dismissed the frightened Hajime before storming into the room with dread. This should not have happened to her! If I did not ask her out... It’s all my fault! He sat down on the bed beside Sakura and stared at her lovely face; her forehead was bandaged but nevertheless, she was still breathtaking to look at. He felt that his heart was being torn apart, knowing that it was due to him that landed her in this state. He brushed her fringe away from her forehead tenderly and wiped away the sweat that was forming due to her fever. He sincerely hoped that her fever would be gone soon and he would do whatever he could to compensate for her condition.

All of her sudden, Sakura began thrashing about in the bed, almost throwing Syaoran off. He regained his balance a second later and stared at Sakura in astonishment.

“Okaa-san, don’t go away... Sakura needs you... Otou-san, why won’t okaa-san open her eyes?” Sakura mumbled and tossed about in the bed.

Just when he was about to wake Sakura up from her nightmare, she stopped moving and began sobbing. “Who are you? Why did you keep calling me? Don’t follow me! No!!”

Syaoran froze. Who was pestering her? His blood started to boil and he silently promised to make life difficult for the person. Sighing, he went to the bedside again and grabbed hold of Sakura’s shoulders and shook her awake. “It’s just a dream, Sakura,” he murmured soothingly. “I’ll protect you.”

“Hon... Honto ne?” Sakura asked sleepily and Syaoran could see that she was still asleep.

He grinned, “Yes, Sakura. I will protect you.”

Sakura smiled in her sleep and murmured softly before falling into a deep sleep, “Thank you...”

Syaoran released her shoulders and straightened up, the smile still on his face. She’ll be all right, I guess. Just then, a knock sounded on the door and Syaoran admitted the person. The person revealed to be Wei, his butler. “Sir, there is a visitor waiting for you in the hearing room. It is utmost important.”

“I will be there in the moment. Serve them some drinks while I settle some other things here,” he said and shut the door firmly. He turned to look at Sakura and whispered an apology for having to leave her alone for the time being. He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before leaving the room and posted a guard to guard his room.

“Make sure no one enters the room without my permission,” he told the guard fiercely. “Not even my mother or my sisters. Understand?”

“Perfectly, your highness,” the guard replied with a bow.

“Good,” Syaoran said and strode to the hearing room, where Wei had said his guest was.

“Great,” he muttered. “Wait till I lay my hand on that stalker...”

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