Author's Note: This is an AU where Haruhi doesn't join the Host Club, I'll figure out a reason. Maybe Haruhi's a guy in this universe. So I don't know what kind of feedback I'll receive, but I'm just testing. This isn't going to be one of those stories where the girl joins the Host Club for no good reason. Kazuno won't join the Host Club. If you like it, comment.
This is Tamaki x OC.

I rode in the back of Mom's old van. It parked with a loud screech. Mom insisted on riding in the condemned vehicle.

"I'll pick you up at seven-thirty." Mom said.

I couldn't see a thing where ever I was.
Was this hell? I heard this loud beeping noise, and the sound of jeans swishing between someone's legs.
It was dark, but I could at least hear. I felt a hand on my leg, and I could smell Mom's strong perfume. Why couldn't I move?
She pats my leg, like she did when I was sick. She sighs, and rearranges what I assumed was a blanket over my legs.
I tried to talk, but my mouth wouldn't open so the words could come out. What's wrong with me? Am I dead?!
It wouldn't make sense for me to be dead and have my mom arranging blankets over my legs.
I mean, that's not exactly what most people imagine when they think of the afterlife.
It's definitely NOT what I expected Heaven to be like. I repeat my earlier question, is this hell?

Well, it's not painful.
I feel an odd thing around my neck, It felt hard yet soft. I feel something in my arm.
Where was I?

"Hi Honey." I heard my mom speak, she sounded scared.
"The doctors say that talking to you might stimulate your brain. I know, it sounds crazy, but I think you're still there." She sniffs.

"Well, the past few days have been tough. I've fed Dot and your other guinea pigs. They miss you. We all do." She finishes her sentence in a small voice. She always does that when she's about to cry. I have three baby guinea pigs, while Mom wanted to get a Dalmatian, but I insisted on getting a few guinea pigs.

"You saved someone's life sweetheart. I knew you were strong, but I didn't think you would do something like take a bullet." Mom sighs again. I can hear her reaching the end of her rope. She stands up, I listen to the distinct screech of a chair.

"I'll bring Machiko next time I visit. She's still in freak out mode, you know her." She said. I wanted to yell for her to come back, explain what happened to me, but I can't. It's like some horrible nightmare. I felt like screaming.

Sleep doesn't come.
I can't sleep inside my head. I feel tired, though I have no idea why.
I can hear nurses come in and feel my head, they change the IV on my arm.
I figured out I'm in a hospital in this lucid dream. A patient last night was rushed in with an arm that needed to be amputated.
Long Story short, she died. Then I found out what day it is. It's the fifth of June, and a rough estimate, sometime around five a.m.

Thank you female dead patient.

I sit in my head thinking.
It's getting boring. I can't tell what happened. In all the movies, people in comas have an out-of-body experience. Why am I stuck then?
Am I going to die like this?

They're moving me today. I heard some nurses say that they were.

I heard someone come in. It wasn't a doctor or Mom, their shoes didn't make that noise.

"Hi." A soft voice says. Definitely a guy.

"I'm Tamaki. You saved my life a few days ago, but you definitely paid the price. I just came here, well, because I'm thankful." He says. He pats my hand and kisses it.

"I wish I could do something. I mean, I'll try to get you the best doctors, the best room, even helping your family out. But what can you do when you're in a coma? Well, if you're ever conscious, maybe we can go out." He says. His hand is warm against my own.

"I'd like that." I say from inside, though of course no one hears me.

The boy kisses my forehead, he smells like peppermint and basil. His lips are warm.

"I hope you wake up soon, princess." He says

Then he walks away, leaving me alone in the dark.