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The hall is dizzyingly long and wide. Or perhaps it is only long and wide, but the dizziness was already there. Either way, this hallway is much preferable to the library. The constant chatter of the other students had been too loud for Haruhi to bear. Her head had already felt odd at that point, so the cacophony of voices had not helped her concentration.

So she had left, and now finds herself in this dizzyingly long and wide hallway. She believes she is in the music wing of the academy, but her foggy mind has destroyed all sense of direction. She lurches onward in search of a vacant room where she might finally study in peace.

The first and second music rooms are occupied by other clubs, she knows, but she has never heard of a club that meets regularly in the third one. She sees the sign marking the door just up ahead.

The fogginess and confusion in her head intensifies. She works through it, though, and makes her way over to the double doors. She grasps the handles and pulls, but they don't budge. She hears some sort of clamor behind the door, and footsteps approaching the other side. She pulls again, harder, and the doors give way. However, she loses her footing and falls backwards. The last things she sees are the worried faces of two redheaded boys; she recognizes them as her classmates, Hikaru and Kaoru. The last thing she smells is the overwhelmingly sweet scent of strawberries and cake. The last thing she tastes is the blood from her own tongue which is now locked between her teeth. The last thing she feels is excruciating pain in the back of her head, in her chest, in her back... then everything, everything goes black.

Hikaru and Kaoru stood over the unconscious body in somewhat of a shocked silence. They vaguely recognized him as their classmate, Haruhi Fujioka. He was a quiet student, and they had never really made an effort to talk to him. So why...

To interrupt their shared thoughts, Tamaki came barreling past. He knelt beside Haruhi and gently slapped his face a bit.

"Excuse me... hey! Wake up!"

But Haruhi did not wake up.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?"

Kyoya puts a hand on Tamaki's shoulder. "Do you know this person?"

"No..."

Kaoru clears his throat. "He's in our class. His name's Haruhi."

Tamaki looks thoughtful for a moment. "Haruhi... wake up! Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

Kyoya pushes him aside and examines Haruhi for a moment. He looks closely at his chest, which neither rose nor fell. "He's not breathing," he said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Honey nearly fell off of Mori's shoulders, which he had been using as a vantage point. "We have to call the poli- no, the hospital! We have to call the hospital!"

"Haruhi!" Tamaki pushes Kyoya aside and takes Haruhi into his arms. "You're going to be okay. I promise, just..." Tamaki places Haruhi back onto the ground and brushes a lock of blond hair out of his own eyes, threatening to spill tears... real tears, mind you, not the artificial ones that he carries around in his blazer pocket. He lowers his face until it is just inches away from Haruhi's and begins the mouth-to-mouth procedure.

Hikaru grabs the mouthpiece of the telephone kept in the room and quickly dials 9-1-1. "Hello... Yes, our classmate is unconscious. She fell... she's not breathing. Ouran Academy. Through the main entrance, make a left, second hallway to the right, third door on the left. Hikaru Hitachiin. Haruhi... uhh..."

Kaoru mouths the word "Fujioka."

"Fujioka."

In only five minutes, Kaoru sees an ambulance pull up to the front entrance. It takes two minutes for the paramedics to find the third music room. In four minutes, the stretcher carrying Haruhi's prone body is carted away in the back of an ambulance. Five minutes later, he is in the emergency room with six boys anxiously trying to follow. However, they cannot.

Irregardless of how fast all of this happens, everybody, the doctors, the Host Club, Haruhi's own distraught father, fears that it is too late.

And it is too late. For, you see...

Haruhi is gone. Nobody, including herself, is completely sure of where she (or he, depending on which nobody we're talking about) is. Whether she is in the land of the living, any form of afterlife, or someplace in between, is the ultimate question. But Haruhi is somewhere. Let us leave her there for now, Let us leave the Host Club and Haruhi's father in that sterile waiting room, and let us leave the third music room in the same disheveled state in which the host club left it.