I do not, and never will own Ouran Highschool Host Club

My head…. Hurt. The pain cut sharply through me. How long had I been unconscious? I wondered. I could tell I had been out for a while. I wasn't fully conscious yet, but I was getting there. I could hear what was going on around me, and I could think. I couldn't move though, not yet. I could feel warmth radiating from people's bodies. From what I could tell, there were several people in the room. Even though I could hear, feel, and think, there was one big thing I couldn't do, and that was remember. Well, not everything. I could remember up to my Middle School graduation. Everything since then was a blank.

I took inventory of my body, I could feel someone holding my hand. I could feel the needles, and machinery that was connected to me. And I could feel pain, pain that engulfed my entire body. What could have happened to me? I wondered.

"Will she be alright?" I heard my father's warn voice beside me, as he squeezed my hand. His hands were as they always were, strong, and warm, but his voice wasn't. His voice sounded wrong, it should have been bubbly, and flamboyant, like always. The last time I had heard his voice so worn, was when my mother died.

"The Doctors don't know yet. They've done what they can. But they can't yet tell if there is any lasting damage." A cool, calm voice said from my other side. The voice sounded so familiar, but I couldn't quite remember. There was something in his voice, hidden by his cool tone, an emotion that I couldn't place. When I heard him speak, my heart stuttered. I could hear it on the heart monitor, and felt embarrassed when I realized that everyone in the room could hear it as well.

"Can't they do more? It's a hospital, for crying out loud, they should be able to fix her right away." Another familiar voice said. Sounding quite idiotic. Why would he assume that just because I was in a hospital, the doctors could magically fix me. I felt sad when I thought about how I should remember him, I should remember everyone in the room with me. I knew I should, but I couldn't. They knew me, very well, but I didn't know them anymore.

"That's not how it works, Tamaki," The calm voice said, giving a name to the idiot who spoke.

"Haru-chan will be alright, won't she?" A small voice said. He sounded like a young child, but I could tell, whether from instinct, or… I don't know what, that he was older than he seemed.

"Yeah," A stronger voice said, a counterpart to the smaller voice.

"The Ootori family doctors are the best, so they have to fix her, right?" A mischievous sounding, yet kind voice said.

"Even if they are the best, it doesn't mean anything." Another mischievous voice said. He sounded similar to the boy who spoke before him, but there was something different about him. Instead of sounding kind, he sounded frustrated, even angry. And I could easily tell that they were not the same person.

When each of the boys talked, I got an overwhelming feeling of sadness. I should remember these people. We must have been very close. I searched my memory, but I was hitting a wall. I couldn't remember anything past my graduation. I felt a tear travel down my face.

"My sweet little girl is crying, Mamma, fix it." Tamaki said.

"Stop calling me Mamma," The calm voice said in a harsh tone.

"Hikaru, Kaoru, help. Kyoya's so mean." Tamaki said, giving a name to the calm voice. When I heard his name, my heart stuttered again.

"Interesting…" I heard Kyoya mutter, when my heartbeat became irregular yet again.

"It's your fault boss," I heard the mischievous voices chime together. They must have been the two that Tamaki addressed. But I didn't know which one was which. I was filing the names away, hoping that they could help me remember. I knew that was probably a stupid hope, but I couldn't stop myself from hoping anyway. After Hikaru and Kaoru talked, Tamaki started blabbering like an idiot.

"Hika-chan, Kao-chan," The small voice said. "Stop egging Tama-chan on. You should make up, kay?" The noise increased after the small voice spoke.

"Mitzkuni, you're making it worse." The strong voice said to the small one.

"Mori-Senpai is right, Honey, you shouldn't get in the middle of this." Kyoya said, giving names to the final two.

"Please be quiet, all of you, we are in a hospital after all." My father said, and I heard the boys in the room loudly agree. All the noise was hurting my head.

I wanted to… Needed to remember the people who surrounded me. Not remembering was causing me more emotional pain than I could handle. It was worse than the physical pain.

I heard a ringing in my ears, the sound was making my sensitive head hurt. But as the ringing increased, I could feel control return to my body. I started moving slowly at first, only moving my fingers, and toes. I could hear the sound around me increase, as the people in the room felt a need to comment on how I had started to move. Once I felt in complete control of my body, I opened my eyes. Only slightly at first, but I was soon able to open my eyes fully. The light was painful, but I knew I could manage. When my eyes opened completely, I saw seven pairs of eyes staring at me.

"Haru-Chan," Honey yelled, he looked as small as his voice had sounded, but there was still a maturity in his features. I winced at the loud sound. I raised my hand to my head involuntarily.

"Where am I?" I asked, though I knew the question was stupid. I had heard them talking about this being a hospital. As well as felt all the tubes connected to me.

"You're at one of my family's hospitals, Haruhi." Kyoya said. Now for the important question.

"Why am I here?" I asked bluntly. What could have happened to me?

"You don't remember?" Kyoya asked, staring at me.

"Not exactly," I said, with a wince. I knew I should remember, but everything was just under the surface, and I couldn't reach it.

"You were being driven home from school, by one of my family's drivers. The car was hit. You suffered serious injuries." Kyoya said, and I stared at him. There was something in his eyes, that matched the mysterious tone of his voice. I could almost call this worry, but having him worry about me seemed wrong. "Haruhi, do you remember us?" He asked the one question that I really didn't want to answer. He really was brilliant, being being able to figure out the one thing I didn't want to talk about.

"Why are you asking my precious daughter such a stupid question?" Tamaki asked, sounding outraged, and taking the attention off of me. And although I was glad that I didn't need to answer anymore, I was annoyed that this teenage boy called me his daugher. Especially when my father was right next to me.

"Don't call me your daughter." I told the blonde, angrily.

"Look, Tono has made her angry." One of the two mischievous boys said. I wasn't sure if it was Hikaru, or Kaoru, and because they were identical twins, it made it even harder to tell.

"He sound have learned by now not to call her that." The boy's twin said. So that idiot had called me his daughter before?

It broke my heart, knowing them. Which was worse than the physical pain. Because at least there was medication to help me through the physical pain. There was nothing to help with the emotional pain. Tears started running down my face, as I memorized the faces of the boys who were gathered around me. How close to them was I? And how much did they really care about me? It was obviously a lot. And I cared quite a bit for them as well. I started tearing up.

"Don't cry, Haru-chan, Tama-chan didn't mean anything by it." Honey said, noticing my tears.

"That's not why I'm crying." I told the small boy, wiping my eyes.

"Why are you crying then?"

"No reason."

"I'm sorry I upset you." Tamaki said, sitting in the corner… Growing Mushrooms?!

"You didn't upset me." I said, giving him a small smile, which seemed to get him out of the corner.

"Are you in pain?" Kyoya asked. I nodded, before I could think enough to stop myself. "Do you need more pain medication?" He was looking at the hospital chart, and looked very much like a doctor in that moment. But I knew he wasn't. He was just a high school student.

"No, I' alright. I don't think it will help much." I said, but he didn't look convinced.

"You don't have to be brave, Haruhi."

"I'm alright, I can deal with it."

"Haruhi, you don't need to lie. We're here to help you." My father said, looking me in the eyes. Why were they pushing me to get more pain medication. I didn't need it. That wasn't really the main cause of pain. I saw worry, and sadness in my father's eyes, which caused me to cry even more. I didn't like seeing him worried, or sad.

"I'm not lying, I can get through this. I don't need any special attention." I said, through my tears, knowing no one would believe me.

"What's wrong, Haruhi?" Honey asked, coming up on my other side, and taking my left hand into his hands. "You're not acting like yourself. Are you hurting a lot?"

"I'm alright,"

"I agree with Honey-Senpai, something's off with Haruhi. She's acting different." Tamaki said.

"What's wrong with Haruhi?" The twins asked, and I was getting annoyed.

"Nothing….." My irritation showing in my voice.

"She hasn't acted like this in a while…" My father said, though it seemed more like he was thinking aloud, not meaning to speak.

"Acting what way? I'm acting normal." I was blatantly lying, I didn't even know what 'normal was for me anymore.

"No, you're not, Haruhi." Kyoya came to my bedside. "Look me in the eyes." He said, firmly. I stared into his eyes, or at least tried to. But as I was trying to stare into his eyes, the attempt to focus made me dizzy, and I had to look away.

"I'm sorry, it's just hard to concentrate." I told him, and he marked something down on the hospital chart.

"Haruhi, do you remember what year it is?"

"Um…. I'm not sure…."

"Do you remember us?"

"I know your names."

"But do you remember us?" He wasn't going to let me off the hook that easy. And I knew it would be hard for me to lie to him. I had to tell him the truth.

"I want to….." I felt horrible for not remembering them. "I'm so sorry."