Right, so this is my first fanfic in a while, so bear with me whilst I try and get back into the flow of keeping characters as true as possible!
I know this first chapter is really short, but it's just a taster, and a way of telling myself I will carry on with it! There's also no title or anything just yet, but like I said, bear with me! I'm useless at titles, so it might be without for a while.
Any helpful criticism is welcomed and appreciated, as I'm constantly striving to become a better writer!
Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!
~KW.
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"How long is she going to be unconscious for!"
Tamaki paced backwards and forwards alongside the hospital bed, muttering as he glanced from the floor to her face. She was deathly pale, as though she probably looked worse than she actually was. At least, that's what he kept telling himself.
The rest of the Host Club was in the room with them. Kyoya had taken care of the medical side of things, making sure that she had been sent to the best hospital, with her own private ward, so she wouldn't be sharing with the rest of the commoners, despite how much she would have argued against this.
Kyoya was sat in a leather armchair beside the door to the ward. As always, he was scrawling away in that black notebook of his, his hand darting across the page, but much more frantically than usual.
Honey and Mori were sat at her bedside. Honey's eyes were still wet, regardless of the number of times he had wiped them with the back of his hand. Even Mori, as hard as he was trying, could not keep up his stoic disposition, and his eyes continually moved, scanning from her to Honey to the other members of the Host Club, looking for some kind of answer.
Hikaru and Kaoru were leaning against the wall, looking down at their feet. They had never been put in this position before: they'd never gotten this close to somebody and experienced this sort of pain. Neither of them or their parents had ever been very ill, so it was all very alien to them.
And Haruhi was stood in the doorway, having arrived last. This hospital was very different to the ones she had been in. A commoner's hospital, if that was how she was to distinguish between them, had those awfully long corridors with nobody in them, but then turning a corner turfed you into a ward where various machines beeped with altering intensity, where the smell of bleach overwhelmed you, and where nurses swept past you, but seemed to do nothing but paperwork.
This hospital was different. The corridors seemed more akin to that of a school than a hospital, and the private wards were like hotel rooms with more windows. It was open and airy, but it didn't seem right to Haruhi. It didn't feel like she was in a hospital, which worried her even more. But at that moment, a doctor tapped her on the shoulder. Haruhi shuffled over so he could enter the room.
The silence of the ward became even more apparent. Tamaki stopped pacing, Kyoya stopped scratching at the notepad in his lap, and Honey stopped sniffling. All eyes turned to the doctor. The man with all the answers.
"Are you Miss. Kono's family?"
"Yes, is she going to be okay?"
The doctor narrowed his eyes momentarily, before Kyoya stood up. Recognising him as one of the Otori heirs, and thus technically the source of his income, he nodded slightly, before continuing.
"Miss. Kono is currently in status epilepticus. This is caused after either a prolonged seizure, or a series of seizures in a very short period of time, which, from what Mr. Otori has reported, seems to be the case for Miss. Kono."
The silence in the room continued as the group processed the information. The doctor resumed.
"At the moment, we have done what we can for her. But at this early stage, it is difficult to tell how she will react to the medication, and whether she is strong enough to fight."
Tamaki broke the silence from the Host Club.
"She is strong enough."
The doctor looked at him, and saw the determination in his eyes. Kyoya then asked the question that was on everybody's mind, but was caught in their throats.
"What will happen if she doesn't respond to the medication?"
The doctor hesitated. They were all so young, and to have something like this dropped on them seemed like an awful thing to do. Though, on looking at them again, he saw the pain of not knowing. That dreadful limbo where the mind starts to play tricks, imagining things, both best and worst case scenarios.
"Status epilepticus is a dangerous condition. The body struggles to circulate oxygen efficiently, meaning the brain does not get enough oxygen." The doctor paused again, before finally adding, "This can lead to brain damage."
The air felt heavy around them. They turned to look at her, lying innocently in the bed, wired up to machines and drips. How had this happened?
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So yeah! I tried to make it so that you think it was Haruhi in the bed, but then reveal it's a new character. I'm going to go into the back story from here, who she is and how she got so involved with the Host Club.
Reviews please? Thanks!
~KW.
