Chi: Hey peeps! I was REALLY bored, so I decided to write another chapter. I'm starting to love this pairing... Oh, I still don't own OHSHC, thanks for asking.

I wake up, lying in a hospital bed with an I.V. in my arm. I rub tiredness from my eyes, and open them to see Tamaki. Pinching myself, I think I am dreaming, but he is still there and now my hand hurts, so I conclude that he's really there. "Hey," starts Tamaki, sitting down when I motion for him to sit next to me. "How are you feeling?" he continues, croaking out the words in a voice that lead to the theory that he has been crying.

I start to wonder why, when a nurse bursts in the room, carrying a thermometer. I laugh, remembering my previous episode with the dreaded device, but everyone else remains quite serious, so I quiet down quickly. The nurse practically shoves the thermometer under my tongue, causing me to gag. Instantly, Tamaki is at my side, looking at me with tearful, concerned violet eyes. 'What's up with him today,' I wonder. First the crying, now he cares about me...

My temperature turns out to be 106.1 degrees fahrenheit. The nurse leaves, bowing politely, and Kyoya walks in. He swiftly walks up to Tamaki after nodding his head in my direction. The Shadow King writes something down in that notebook of his, before starting to speak. "I told you she wasn't dead, Tamaki," he says, before turning and leaving the room.

I turn to Tamaki, expecting answers. "How long was I out, and how long were you here?" I ask, wanting to know these answers before anything else, really.

"You were out for around thirty-six hours or so," he says, I stare at him. "As for how long I was here, well, Kyoya told me the moment he found out, which was after school, and I've been here ever since. They offered to move me to another room, but I stayed. I thought you were dead, Renge, and I couldn't let you die. I have to tell you something very important." I look at him, wondering what could possibly be important enough to make Tamaki spend the night in a chair.

I sit up now, making sure that I can hear what this important thing is. My heart soars when I think of what I WANT it to be, but force my hope to go down, realizing that I will just get depressed when I learn that isn't why he has to talk to me. Then, Tamaki speaks.

"When I first met you, I thought you were creepy, annoying, and basically ruining my second family's lives. I didn't want to have another girl in the host club. Then I realized that you could make Haruhi more feminine by hanging out with her, so I accepted you. After you joined our Host Club as the manager, I started to develop feelings for you. At first, I didn't know what they were. Then I realized that I am in love with you, Renge." After finishing his speech, Tamaki hung his head in shame, trying only to cancel out the world. That is why he was even more surprised than I was glowing with elation when I leaned over and kissed him full on the lips.

Surprised, but happy, Tamaki deepened the kiss. He put pure love and devotion and everything a girl could want into a few seconds before we broke apart, gasping for breath. It was everything that I had imagined and more, even with me practically on my deathbed and not on a grassy meadow, having a picnic. Tamaki pulls me into a hug, but I stop him. "I'm sick, and I don't want you to get this," I explain. Tamaki replies by kissing me full on the lips. I give in, and happily kiss him back. His hands pet my long hair that has gotten tangled and messy from its thirty-six hours of being ignored.

He nudges me over, and I move, so that Tamaki can lie down next to me. He pulls the blanket over both of us, and the rest of the host club walks in a few hours later to find me snuggled against his chest, and him hugging me close to me, both of us sleeping soundly.

Chi: So please review, I hope you liked it. Oh, and if anyone has a better title idea, please tell me, because I couldn't really figure a better one out. Bai!