Sure enough, the car was waiting for her when she arrived at the east entrance. She was sure that the speeds the car reached while getting to the hospital were not legal, but for some reason, nobody stopped them. For some reason, this did not ease the horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Mori-Senpai and Honey were waiting for her next to the door. She did not really bother reading Mori's expression. His face was always stoic. It didn't really matter what was happening. Honey, on the other hand, ran up to her, looking close to tears, clutching his pink stuffed bunny as always.
"Oh Haru-chan!"
He buries his face in my uniform and she hugged him awkwardly, looking to Mori for help.
"Mitskuni, it will be all right," Mori said in his usual deep monotone.
Even he looks worried.
"Mori, what is going on?"
"Tamaki had an accident this morning," he muttered, hushing Honey-Senpai, who was blubbering into his jacket.
"More than usual you mean," Haruhi laughed nervously. Mori nodded solemnly. She swallowed hard.
"He has been asking for you Haru-chan," Honey said, wiping his eyes and sniffling.
She dropped her gaze to the ground. Mori pretended not to notice.
"Where is he?"
"This way Haruhi!"
Honey took her hand and dragged her along behind him. She forgot sometimes, but as he nearly pulled her arms off dragging her down the hallway, she realized, yet again, that he was way stronger than he looked.
After following Honey down several halls and up an elevator too many floors to count, they stopped outside a room on the top floor. The twins were sitting on a bench beside the door, and Kyoya was talking to the doctor, quite grave-faced. Honey ran up to the doctor, clutching usa-chan.
"How is Tama-chan doing? Is he all right?"
Mori pulled Honey aside. "Let them talk Mistkuni."
"But Takashi-"
"Just let them be."
Haruhi made her way over to the twins, eager to avoid Honey if he decided he was not going to listen to Mori. Both Hikaru and Kaoru sat perfectly still, staring at the floor.
"Hey guys."
Neither of them offer any response.
"What happened to Tamaki-Senpai? Mori told me he had an accident."
Kaoru buried his face in his hands, shoulders shaking. Hikaru closed his eyes, and bit his lip to stop it from trembling.
"If you have been here all day, you must be really worried about Senpai."
"It was our fault."
"What?"
"It was our fault," Hikaru murmured, his voice husky and hollow. Haruhi frowned. "What do you mean?"
"We were trying to play a prank on him," Kaoru sniffled.
"We were luring him into the music room to scare him."
"But he ran into one of the tables," Hikaru said quietly, his voice breaking. For a moment Haruhi stared at them, processing their words.
"A table?"
"Yes," Kaoru whispered, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Hikaru curls up in a ball and buries his face in his arms.
"A table?" Haruhi asked again, a little annoyed. She should have known. They were always too dramatic for their own good. "You all are freaking out because Senpai fell over a table?"
"No Haruhi, you do not understand-"
"Haruhi, do you want to see him?"
She nodded, following Kyoya as he pushed open the door. She would have more than a few strong words for Senpai.
"The twins said he ran into a table is that true?"
Kyoya pushed aside a curtain that shielded the rest of the room from the curious gazes of passersby , and Haruhi's eyes grew wide.
"I am afraid so."