A/N: Warning, this might make you cry!
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club, or any of it characters
I wipe my eyes for a millionth time, but the salty tears still stream down my face. Hikaru and Kaoru sit on either side of me, both holding me close.
"It'll be alright."
"Milord is tough."
My thoughts are racing and I can't tell who said what. I look around me, at all of our friends. Every few seconds Kyoya fixes his glasses. It's obvious he's trying to hide his tears. Hunny and Mori both bear similar expressions of despair; their cheeks are also shiny and wet.
This is all my fault. I'm the one who chose downtown. I'm the one who wanted to get sushi. If we had just gone a little further up the street, to the Ramen shop like Tamaki had suggested we wouldn't be sitting here. In this tight little hall way, with its white walls, and the smell of bleach and latex.
I wish I could have done something. I wish I wasn't so small. I wish I wasn't such a hot head. He would have just taken it and left. Tamaki wouldn't have had to get in the middle. And the trigger wouldn't have been pulled.
"Miss Fujioka?" The nurse has her hand on my shoulder. I look up, pools of water still in my eyes. "He's asking for you."
The room is quite. Doctors are pulling their masks off and shaking their heads. As I walk slowly towards the slab in the center of the room and doctor joins me.
"He's stable, but we don't know how long. There isn't any more we can do."
We reach the table. I'm standing in the blood that had spilled on the floor. My eyes scan over everything, tubs of bloody water and medical tools, red cotton and gauze; blood, blood, and more blood.
"Haruhi?" a sweet and soft voice calls my name. I finally looked at him. He had blood through his hair and a large cut above his left eye. But his face is still as beautiful as the first day I meet him. All I could think about was his big goofy smile, and how he smelled of long stemmed roses. Even now as I move closer and took his hand, he wore a faint smile, and smelled so sweet.
"Haruhi." He pulled me closer. He put his hand on my cheek. I lend closer. His lips were warm and I wanted to stay like that forever. "I love you."
Beep. Beep. The repitition of the sounds around me, started to slow down. And his arm started to lose its grip.
"Tamaki? Tamaki? TAMAKI!" I called out his name again and again. "Don't die! You can't die! The club needs you! We need you! I need you! Don't die! Don't die! Don't die…" I felt my voice trail off. "You stupid idiot, I love you, you can't die!"
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee….
I got close to him one last time. My tears fall on his still face, as I kissed him.
My eyes are filled with tears. I'm staring down at the most beautiful thing I have ever created. His little fingers are holding mine tightly. His brown hair and dark eyes, show name similarities to his name sake.
Tamaki Rene Ootori. Kyoya lifts the tiny infant out of my arms and gives me a light kiss on the forehead.
"Can you hear it?" He's tickling the baby's tummy. Laughter fills the room.
"Yeah." It's not just the way he laughs, our sons big goofy smile, and the way he looks at us. Another tear runs down my face, and I catch the scent of lone stemmed roses.