AN: Thanks for the fast reviews! Here's a fast chapter too! Domo!

-3 Months-

When did all of this begin to happen? Obon was right around the corner…

The doctors ran some tests on her and had her sit alone in the room for a while before her father joined her. Ranka loomed over Haruhi and stared at her pale skin with a horrible bruise that came from the door.
"It's my fault…how could I not see this happening..?"

"Dad, no…it's really not your fault. Besides, how could you have known? Why don't you go to work? If I get better, the hospital bill will-"

"Don't worry about the bill and you will get better!"

Ranka yelled, surprising Haruhi. He balled his fists beside him and looked down.

"I'll do whatever it takes to make you better…just…keep fighting it…"

Haruhi smiled and nodded.

"Then I'll need my homework to study! I don't want to be kept back because I got sick."

"Forget school! You won't jeopardize your resting time with numbers and English! You're going to put your full concentration into getting better!"

"You're being irrational. You know after some treatments, they're going to send me home and call me back for some regular follow ups."

Tears welled in Ranka's eyes.

"They're not going to send you home until you improve…and I don't want my Haruhi to be leaving daddy just yet, so you're going to listen to me!"

Ranka shouted, thick tears falling from his not make-uped face. Haruhi looked down and nodded, feeling sick. Nighttime fell and Haruhi knew that her father would be leaving for work.

"I'm not going to go…"

He told her as if he could read her mind. Haruhi sighed.

"Mou, then you better sell all the stuff we have because the bill with be tremendously large…I don't think that will be good either since I won't have a home to go back to-"

"Sorry, Haruhi, but papa has to go to work right now! Sorry you can't continue your ridiculous thought of selling our apartment!"

He laughed and walked towards Haruhi, kissing her forehead.

"Be strong for papa, alright? You're going to make it through this."

"Yeah."

She held her forehead and nodded, letting Ranka hug her and leave. Exhausted, Haruhi fell back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling while listening to the monotonous ticking of the clock. Sitting up again, she walked over to the window, watching as people passed by on the streets under her. She stuck her head out the window and looked down, seeing a kid.

"Heeeey!"

He called up to her, waving. She smiled and waved back to him, retreating back inside and sitting at the edge of her bed. It was cancer…but they said that her 5-year survival rate was going to be very low…

Tears began forming in her eyes as she thought more about it. Her friends…her school life…her future job…her dreams…they were crashing in and around her. Everything had to come to an end one day…but the thought of it being so soon…

"I'll make it past five years…I'll show them that I can survive through this."

She spoke to herself, laying down in bed. Though her attempt to sleep was there, the rampaging thoughts and her wild imagination ran through her mind with the same question over and over again…

'What if?'

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Haruhi awoke to find the nurse changing her IV drip.

"Chemotherapy will be done in your room."

She told her, Haruhi held her hair in her fingers and nodded.

"I'm sorry, honey, but it will fall out and eventually grow back."

Haruhi nodded, watching as it steadily dripped into her arm. She couldn't help but sigh.

"What a pain…"

"You're in pain?"

"Ah, no, no, no…because of me, my dad's worrying…his make-up's probably running all over his face by now from crying with his customers."

The two of them laughed. It was a heavy feeling but she knew that she had to do it more often if she wanted to stay happy. What was the use of staying sad for yourself? Self-pity wasn't a pretty thing, but then again, if you're thinking of the things you're going to lose…all those precious moments in time…

Tears began to form in her eyes as she thought of those words. Precious moments in time…

"Haaaaruhiiii!"

The door burst open revealing Tamaki with Antoinette.

"Get that dog out of here!"

"But she's for healing Haruhi!"

He argued back with the nurse. In the end, the nurse ended up dragging her to the front desk, leaving him behind with Haruhi. With all his might, he smiled and approached her with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. She stared at them.

"Did someone give you that at school today?"

His smile didn't falter. "No, you dummy…I brought these for you."

Her heart skipped a beat as she smiled.

"Thanks…"

"The girls at the host club were asking about you. We told them what was going on but that they weren't allowed to visit you…this way they won't discover you're a girl…"

"Thanks. It would have been so troublesome anyways if they all suddenly came into the room the way you did."

She laughed, but he didn't. He grabbed a chair and pulled it over to her bed, sitting down.

"How are you doing?"

"They put me on chemo just now, so I'm going to lose my hair soon."

"What!?"

"You didn't know?"

"A wig! That's what we'll do!"

"Really, I don't need one-"

"As if seeing Haruhi with short hair wasn't bad enough, now we're going to see her go bald! No way!"

"Calm down! There are sick people around here, you know."

His folded his hands on his lap while bunching up his shoulders, nodding like an elementary school kid that just got scolded. The door opened behind them, revealing the rest of the host club.

"Tono…"

"Hikaru! Kaoru! Mom! Mori-sempai! Hani-sempai! Haruhi's going to go bald!"

"No way!"

The loudmouths shouted, leaving Mori and Kyouya to look over at Haruhi.

"So…this is really happening after all…"

Kaoru spoke in an almost inaudible voice. Everyone was quiet until Hani held up a box.

"I brought some cakes!"

"Ah…I'm not really hungry. You guys eat, alright?"

Haruhi smiled, Mori looking down at his cousin and shook his head. Near tears, he let it drop to the floor as he walked over to Haruhi and hugged her. He was in too much of a shock the day before to do anything.

"Haru-chan will get better, right?"

She blinked her eyes a few times and nodded, patting his head.

"Yeah. I'll get better."

"Have Usa-chan with you until you do!"

"You're going to part with Usa-chan!"

The twins gasped, making Hani nod. "Haru-chan will need Usa-chan's strength to feel better!"
He thrust his bunny in Haruhi's arms and smiled.

"We brought you some things to read in case you get bored."

Mori spoke, handing her a bag. He looked at her arm and noticed the bruise. With a quick yet gentle grasp, he took her arm and looked at it.

"That guy that pushed the door open on you…"

"Ah! Don't worry! It's because of the ca…it's because of my illness."

She corrected herself from saying cancer. It was as if the very word would bring harm to her. Everyone's eyes immediately looked down but Haruhi smiled.

"I have no idea how long I'm going to be here, so you better take care of my customers."

"What's this sudden change of heart? I thought you didn't like being a host."

"Ah, I don't. But you know, Kyouya-sempai, I promised a few girl that I'd be there and I'm obviously not."

"What was her name?"

"Oh, she's a regular for me. Her name's Satomi. Her grandmother recently died."

"I'll see what I can do."

"Oh, this is a change for you too, Kyouya."

Hikaru spoke, he smiling without saying another word.

"How about we play a commoner's game! It's called monopoly! Supposedly it's supposed to resemble the marketing world!"

Tamaki suggested, pulling out the game box.

"Yeah, I wanna play, I wanna play!"

Hani shouted. Everyone gathered around Haruhi's bed as they began playing. As usual, everyone fought over the usual tokens but in the end, Tamaki was the money bag, Kyouya was the top hat, Haruhi was the horse and rider, Hani was the canon, Mori was the wheelbarrow, Hikaru took the race car and Kaoru took the boat. Even though it was a commoner's game, Kyouya seemed to be winning without much of a struggle.

"You guys do you it's past visiting hours, right?"

Haruhi reminded the guys, but they kept on playing.

"You do know the owner of the hospital, right?"

Kyouya grinned, making Haruhi smile oddly. Tamaki was the first to lose, so he stood up to find a vase to put Haruhi's flowers in.

"-three months at this pace."

His attention spiked as he heard this statement coming from the doctor.

"If she had come sooner, she'd have a little bit longer, but the way it looks, she's not going to make it for much longer. She needs a cell transplant and I don't know if we can find the right donor on time."

Two doctors were talking together while flipping through some papers. Tamaki's heart beat like a drum as he listened intently.

"How long is the chemo supposed to work for in that case?"

"It should work as long as she doesn't start bleeding or the cancer doesn't kill her cells faster. Either way, we're going to put her on medications for remission but the hopes of that…"

"How old is she?"

"Still a teen. Sixteen."

He heaved a sigh and shook his head, closing his papers.

"No matter how much money the Ootori family throws our way, we're only doctors, not miracle workers. If this Fujioka girl gets better, she had better start believing in a god because it would have been no major feat for us to do on such a scale. We can only make her as comfortable as possible, give her painkillers, and stop the symptoms from appearing, but it doesn't mean she's still not dying from this."

Tamaki's eyes widened as he listened. They were specifying names now. His breathing was sharp and quick as he battled tears.

"So you're basically saying that this is a lost cause?"

There was a pregnant pause in the air, Tamaki holding his breath unconsciously.

"Yes."

In one swift motion, Tamaki sprinted off in any direction.

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Haruhi was rubbing the crook of her elbow as a lymph node was apparent. Tamaki walked in with a glass vase and eyes cast downwards. They were red and puffy but no one needed to comment on it.

"What took you so long? I thought you left to go home."

"Haruhi…I…" he stopped himself from repeating what he heard. They were probably going to tell her anyways. He didn't want to be the burden of bad news.

"Stay strong, okay?"

"Tono, we're going to be heading home now."

"We should all go and leave Haru-chan rest."

"I'm just going to put these flowers in a vase."

He replied to them, waving. The door closed behind the group, leaving Haruhi alone with Tamaki. He turned on the faucet and filled the vase as Haruhi was putting the game away.

"I'm sorry for burdening all of you…"

"Don't say that…"

"It's true. I'm worrying all of you and you're all crying because of me."

"Don't say that…" He hung his head as tears fell from his eyes, he resting the vase on the table.

"Even Hani-sempai brought cakes and I couldn't even appreciate those…"

"Will you stop saying stuff like that?"

He asked in an almost whisper, turning to her. She had no idea…no idea of anything…

"You're going to get better, alright!? You're going to fight and win this battle for yourself and everybody else!"

"I know that. I'm going to too and I'm gonna go back to school and continue being a host."

More tears fell from his eyes as she spoke, making him shake his head.

"When you get back, you are going to be dismissed as a host…it will be too much work and you're still frail."

Her heart skipped a beat now. She couldn't speak.

"There's no way I'd let you work after all this."

"It's not work…I enjoy spending time with the host club."

His eyes turned upwards. "You mean it!? No joke!?"

"Yeah. It's not better than studying or going home to do the shopping or cleaning the house, but it's still fun. There's times when I wish it were just over with, and some times I wish you'd stop being embarrassing, but it's better than being alone, right?"

A slight blush crossed his face through all the tears.

"You mean it?"
"Moron, I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."

He laughed through his tears, trying to wipe them away in vain. Haruhi smiled, laughing a bit.

"Feel better?"

"Ah! I'm supposed to make you feel better! Not the other way around!"

He quickly wiped his eyes, making her laugh as more came falling. "Stop that, your face is going to get swollen."

Tamaki let a gentle smile cross his face as he placed the flowers in the vase, walking towards Haruhi.

"I don't want to leave you alone for the night…" His face was soft with worry and sorrow.

"I'll be fine. It's not like I'm going to die any time soon."

He suddenly felt a bulge in his throat as he held back sobs. She looked up at him with her big, round, chocolate eyes, making him almost loose it. He covered his mouth and shook his head.

"I'll be fine. Go home and rest. Who knows? I might be able to go home soon."

"Y-yeah…well…good night…"

"Good night, Tamaki-sempai."

He went out, staring at Haruhi for a few seconds before closing the door, hating the fact that she was utterly alone now. As he gathered Antoinette, he saw the doctors prattling on about how useless it was for some other patient to survive. As soon as Tamaki exited the hospital and entered his waiting limo, he picked up his phone and dialed Kyouya's number.

"Do you think we can have a chat tonight?"

"What's this about?"

"Haruhi…I overheard the doctors saying she only has a maximum of three months left…"

The phone went silent. The only thing letting Tamaki know that Kyouya was still on the other line was the tapping of keys on his keyboard.

"Kyouya…?"

"Have your driver come by my place."

"Yeah…"

Slightly relieved, Tamaki shut his phone and leaned over to speak to the driver. This was going to be the longest night of his life.

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AN: I feel kinda bad for writing something so delicate like this…