A/N So, we had to move our Wednesday chapter to Tuesday, because one of my extra-curriculars got moved to Wednesdays... So, yeah... New chapters weekends and Tuesdays (I hope this will work). Title from lyrics by Hey Monday, so that deserves credit! And thank you to everyone who's reviewed and such! Means so much, I kid you not!
"What the hell?" Kyoya Ohtori mumbled as his eyes fluttered open a mere two minutes later. Five multi-colored blobs hovered over him as he pulled himself off the floor.
"Kyoya!" Tamaki exclaimed with glee, "You're alive!"
The Host Club Vice President groaned in irritation, "Of course I'm alive, you moron," He felt around his body for his glasses, to no avail.
"Here you go, Senpai," one of the shorter blobs spoke up - Haruhi, he recognized. The first year placed the pair of lenses in his fumbling hands without another word.
"Thank y-" before he could even finish his sentence, a barking cough tore out of his scratchy, tender throat. He gasped for air in between each hack, trying to keep it under control. Great, he so badly wanted to say, but he couldn't even catch his breath.
"Senpai?" The older Hitachiin asked, a look of concern growing in his deep brown eyes. The other hosts immediately understood why. His golden eyes flashed back to that terrible moment. The morning Kaoru woke up and explained he couldn't go to school. He shuddered and returned to reality.
Kyoya shook his head as he continued to cough hysterically, staring down into the flawlessly glossy flooring. The boy removed his glasses and wiped the moisture that had pooled around his tear ducts, glancing up to meet the gazes of his classmates.
The moment ended as a team of paramedics burst through the French-style double doors of the Host Club. Each of them rushed over to the suddenly pale Ohtori, prepared to lift him onto the stretcher.
"Tamaki, what the hell did you do?" Kyoya attempted to shout, only to be thwarted by his weak and hoarse vocal chords. Too exhausted to fight off the EMTs, the finance genius allowed the professionals to pull him onto the stretcher. His heavy eyes refused to stay open any longer as the pushed him out the door of Ouran Academy.
"Kyoya!" Tamaki cried out as he took off in pursuit of the quiet ambulance. Desperate, he let his feet carry him as far as his heart could take. The sidewalk and the buildings surrounding him disappeared one by one as he pushed himself further. Faster. Faster, he told himself. You can do it.
"Senpai!" the Host Club king's precious "daughter's" breathless call was lost in the wind blowing past his ears. "Wait up!"
"Tama-chan!" Hunny called from atop Mori's shoulders.
He was suffocating. His heart pounded in his throat. He suddenly had the urge to throw up on the sidewalk in front of him. Wheezing, he fell to his knees.
"Senpai!" Haruhi doubled over to catch her breath. "Don't you know better than to run after an ambulance?"
The remaining members of the Host Club were only seconds behind her.
"Boss, are you out of your mind?" Hikaru gasped for air, nearly falling over from the sudden halt.
Tamaki only shook his head, grabbing his oxygen-deprived chest in pain.
A limousine slowly pulled up next to the group, and rolled its dark-tinted window down. "Master Hikaru?"
"Oh! Hi," the Hitachiin brother smiled at his family's personal chauffer. "Could you maybe give us a ride to the hospital?"
"Sure, I was headed there anyway to pick up your mother."
"What? W-why?" Hikaru's heart skipped a beat. No, it can't be...
Tamaki lifted his gaze to the driver, beads of sweat falling off his flushed face.
"Oh, Madam didn't tell you? Kaoru was admitted a few hours ago, apparently his fever spiked out of control," the man shrugged, rolling up the window, and unlocking the doors.
No, Hikaru nearly drove himself into a panic attack. No.
A/N I apologize for how short this chapter was. It just kind of worked out that way. Either way, it was fun to write! I think Chapter Four is a tad longer, but I'll have to check on that. Thank you guys for reading so far!