A/N: This is just a quick one-shot I threw together. It was really more of a writing exercise. I had another ending for it, but then I thought of this one. You can still read the other ending if you ask me. I can send it to you. I really need the critique right about now. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club or Google.
Which one is hikaru? Will any one of you ladies venture a guess?
Yes, I will, Brother. You are the one laying before me, beaten and broken. The one with the cast on his arm, the IV under his skin. The wrap around his head, with the dry blood still clinging the his sweat drenched hair.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
You never know, Ladies. You may just win a kiss from one of us!
Will they Brother, if you cannot move far enough from you wheel chair? Not far enough to even lean in? Will you still be able to speak enough to make these announcements anyway? Will you be able to keep the drool off of your face? You hit your head so hard, the doctors don't think so.
"They're so cute, chasing each other around like that!"
The girls would squeal. Will it be so cute if you never walk again? I heard surgeons, nurses, everyone using these huge words. They give me papers and brochures about what they think you'll have, just like they do for every patient who's diagnosed with a disease. But all it took was one trip to Google. They may as well have just told me you'll be a vegetable.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Will you ever speak to me again? Will you tell me your hopes and dreams, or your fears? I promise you, Brother, I will still understand you. The doctors may say that you have no means of communication, but I will always know what it is that you need.
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Even if I have to listen to your voice on the wind.