A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to update, I've had a bit of a hard time deciding what I wanted to do with this fic, but it's okay. I've got it figured out now, so hopefully it will go faster. Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

Brink of Destruction

Chapter 3

Kyoya could do nothing but stare, wide-eyed at the sight before him. It was as if he were re-entering his nightmare. Tamaki sat on the floor at the foot of the bed, his head tilted down and his mess of hair hung in his face. He was unconscious as far as Kyoya could tell, but this wasn't what disturbed the raven. What unsettled him, and kept him from moving, was the fact that Tamaki was sitting in a pool of his own blood, which was still seeping from his wrists.

This was Kyoya's nightmare. He was watching his best friend die in front of him. He didn't know what to do, or where to begin. Had they been only a few minutes earlier they could have stopped him. The raven cursed Shima in his head for not letting them in, then cursed the long walk around the balcony room, the long hallways, the labyrinth of corridors, but most of all, he cursed himself for not coming here sooner. He knew he should have come. He could feel it deep inside. Something told him over and over again that he needed to come, but somehow every time he would convince himself that he could wait, that it wasn't as bad as it was.

The blonde came to for just a moment, long enough to look up at Kyoya with dark eyes, whisper his name, and pass out again. After hearing his name leave the blonde's lips, Kyoya snapped out of his trance and set to work. He stepped forward, getting blood on his shoes from the soaked carpet, and immediately tried to reawaken the other teen. Tamaki's eyes opened ever so slightly, and Kyoya kept him awake as he worked.

Haruhi almost vomited every time she looked up from her kneeling position on the floor, so Kyoya didn't bother having her come any closer to Tamaki. Instead he sent her with directions to find the home office of Tamaki's father, the chairman of Ouran Academy. She quickly turned away from the mess and ran down the hallway to find the office, having been given rather descriptive directions and instructions on what to say.

Kyoya removed his blue blazer and ripped the sleeves away from the rest of the coat. He used the sleeves as a kind of tourniquet to hopefully slow the bleeding. He tied them just above the deep gashes in the blonde's wrists and turned to look for the object that had created the open wounds. He found it close by, just under the bed, the corner sticking out, barely visible.

He reached for it and pulled it out from under the bed. Kyoya looked down to see a knife small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. The blade was sharp enough that when Kyoya put it down after examining it, he accidentally cut the palm of his hand, small enough that it wasn't a worry, but big enough to be annoying, like a paper cut.

The raven turned his attention back to Tamaki, who was once again unconscious, and now unable to be revived, and he used his fingers to try to completely block the remainder of the blood flow. The gashes were long though, so this was almost impossible, and the blonde's wrists were slippery from the blood. The raven could do almost nothing as he basically watched his best friend breathe shallowly, and his face pale more with every small, weak beat of his heart.

By the time Haruhi returned with Tamaki's father in tow Kyoya was covered in the boy's blood, and Tamaki was barely breathing, and his pulse was so faint Kyoya could barely feel it. Yuzuru Suoh stood in the doorway staring at his son in shock that he would do this. Haruhi turned away and stood just outside the door, pinching her nose with her hand over her mouth. She was sobbing at this point.

Kyoya turned his head to look back at the older Suoh, and pulled him from his trance. "Suoh-sama. Please, snap out of it. Tamaki needs your help right now, not your worry. Can you please call an ambulance. Once they are on their way I need you to get ahold of either my father or my oldest brother. They will better know what to do, and they can instruct me on what to do, but dialing will be nearly impossible with bloody hands."

The older man quickly pulled out his phone and called an ambulance, giving them the information needed. Shima poked her head in the door, angry when she saw Haruhi standing there, but when she noticed Yuzuru she became curious and poked her head around the corner, only to almost vomit at the sight. The older Suoh whipped around to her and practically yelled at her to wait outside for the ambulance and lead them to the room. She skittered away down the hallway as fast as she could.

Yuzuru then dialed Yoshio Ootori, to only be greeted by a voice mail. He tried then to dial, hoping Kyoya's brother, Yuuichi, would answer, but was redirected to voicemail after only one ring. "Neither of your family members answered! What do we do?!"

"Calm down. How many times did Yuuichi's phone ring?" Kyoya was very calm externally, considering the situation, but on the inside he just wanted to scream and run away.

"Just once."

"Then his phone is off. We won't be able to reach him. What about my father?"

"His rang the full time."

"Try him again. He knows that if someone calls more than once that he is desperately needed. If he doesn't answer again we can use my phone. We call three times in a row for emergencies. He will always pick up for one of us on the third call."

Yuzuru dialed again and was once again greeted by a voice message. He started to panic. Kyoya had to remind him again to be calm, and told him where his phone is. Yuzuru reached into the front right pocket of Kyoya's pants and pulled out a black smart phone. Kyoya gave him his password and Yuzuru quickly and easily navigated his way to find Yoshio's phone number in the foreign cell.

He held the phone to his ear as he dialed once, twice, and on the third time he heard an almost frantic voice, but not quite. "What's wrong, Kyoya? This better be a true emergency. I'm in an important meeting."

"Yoshio, thank God! This is Yuzuru Suoh." The man breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the voice on the other line, and the man on the other end quickly went from slightly pissed to worried.

"Yuzuru, where's Kyoya? Is he alright? What happened?"

"Kyoya's fine. He told me to call you. Tamaki is seriously hurt and needs help. Your son needs your instruction." The man on the other end demanded a quick explanation, which was quickly given, as he stood up from his desk where two men were sitting across from him, and crossed his office, looking out the window to the gardens. The two men sitting across from the desk looked at each other, then decided to wait patiently.

After explaining, Yuzuru put the phone to Kyoya's ear and held it there for him so he would have full use of his hands. "Tell me his condition, Kyoya."

"His breathing is shallow and very slow, no more than three full respirations a minute. His pulse is faint and slow. 50 beats per minute at most. He has lost ability to stay conscious. He's lost at least a third of his blood supply, and quickly draining. I put a tourniquet just above the cuts on each wrist, effectively slowing blood flow, but I have been unsuccessful in stopping it completely. An ambulance is on the way." The second Kyoya stopped talking his father quickly went into emergency mode and told him the few changes that he needed to make to the tourniquets, how to slow the blood flow even more, even how the blonde should be laying to help slow blood flow to his arms.

The group did what they could to help him until the paramedics arrived in the room, and took over. Kyoya was then able to hold the phone between his ear and his shoulder. He used what remained of his coat as a rag to wipe his hands. Once his hands were mostly clean of the blood he took the phone in his hand and continued a conversation with his father who wanted to know what caused the sudden reaction from Tamaki in as many details as possible, keeping it as short as he could.

Kyoya explained the situation with the twins, and Tamaki's recent depression. Once Kyoya finished his story, watching the paramedics load Tamaki into the ambulance, he hung up with his father promising to meet him at the hospital immediately. He could finish his meeting another day. They hung up the phone and Kyoya took Haruhi's hand, and they ran to the limo, which then followed the ambulance to the hospital.

Yoshio Ootori hung up the phone and turned to his current appointment, excusing himself for leaving them early, but explaining that it was an emergency. The two men nodded in understanding and left, going out front to their awaiting car. Yoshio followed not long after, grabbing a coat on his way out, and pulling his oldest son from a deep sleep to drag him along.

When the two oldest Ootori's arrived at the hospital they were just in time to see the ambulance pull in and another Ootori limo following not far behind. They exited their own limo, and ran to the other limo, reaching it just as Kyoya was getting out of it. Yoshio looked his youngest son up and down, impressed with his calm demeanor, considering the situation, and the fact that he was covered in his best friend's blood.

"You've done well, Kyoya." The raven nodded, looking back into the limo, glasses glinting, at a pale girl. Yoshio offered his hand to the other teen, which she accepted and he helped her out of the car. She almost fell over, and the man caught her easily. "She's in shock. She needs almost as much help as Tamaki does." He looked up at the ambulance. The door was closing and Tamaki was quickly being rolled into the big double doors of the hospital, worried father in tow.

"They will take care of him. Yuuichi, go inside and get Yuzuru. They won't let him in with Tamaki, and he will be frantic. Bring him to the waiting room with us." The man nodded, looking to his younger brother, impressed with his demeanor, before doing as he was told with purpose.

The three remaining companions made their way into the hospital waiting room, where Yoshio insisted that Haruhi lay down. He quickly treated her for shock, and turned to his son to see him sitting in a chair close by, silent tears streaking his face. A glare on the boy's glasses prevented the man from seeing his son's eyes, but he knew what he would see there. It would be nothing different than what was always there: a hard look that said he didn't care, but the tears would speak otherwise.

Yoshio sighed and closed his eyes briefly. He stood up and went to his son to sit next to him. "I'm very impressed, Kyoya. Not many people would be able to handle that situation the way you did. Her reaction is a testament to that." He pointed to the sick girl lying on a couch close by.

Kyoya looked over at her. "How did you know she was a girl?"

Yoshio chuckled slightly and patted his son on the back. "I'm kind of surprised no one else has figured it out. Her face is shaped like a girl's, and her eyes say it all." Kyoya nodded and leaned his head back on the wall behind him, closing his eyes, worn out from the long day he has already had. After worrying about Tamaki for two days straight with very little sleep, and then trying to save his life, he was exhausted.

He stayed like that for a few moments until his brother's voice was heard trying to calm the older man that just wanted his son. Kyoya was rather surprised by the change in demeanor that Yuzuru Suoh had undergone. Every time the raven had seen the man before this he had always been so cold to his son, as if he didn't want anything to do with him, but now he was able to see that Yuzuru truly loved Tamaki, but was unable to show it, thanks to a certain grandmother that completely controlled their lives.

Kyoya stayed where he was and closed his eyes again, but Yoshio stood to help Yuuichi with the crazed man. After a few minutes they were finally able to calm him down, and get him to sit quietly. As Yoshio had predicted, both Yuzuru and Kyoya were covered in Tamaki's blood, so he left them in the waiting room to retrieve two shirts and the two pairs of pants he had thought quickly to grab on his way out the door, and handed them to the blood-covered men upon re-entering the room.

Both of them thanked him and went to change. Kyoya and Yuzuru threw their clothes away, not even bothering to try and clean them, especially Kyoya with his blood-soaked pants. Both reclaimed their seats, and Haruhi sat up, feeling better. Yoshio checked her vitals and deemed her fully healthy. They sat in silence until Haruhi thought about one rather important thing. "Kyoya-senpai. We should let Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai know. Probably the twins as well."

Kyoya opened one eye to look at her, then sat up, taking his phone and dialing a short, blonde teen. It rang a few times before He answered. "Kyo-chan! Is Tama-chan okay?! Takashi and I have been worried sick about him, right Takashi?" In the background Kyoya could hear a faint "Yeah" from the taller boy.

"I don't really know yet, Senpai. We are currently at the hospital. Tamaki is in the Emergency room, and we haven't heard anything yet." Kyoya tried with all his might to keep from crying. He prided himself in self control. It wouldn't do any good to cry anyways.

"EMERGENCY ROOM! WHY IS TAMA-CHAN IN THE EMERGENCY ROOM?!" Haruhi could hear Honey-senpai's crazed screams from her seat three chairs away, and Yoshio and Yuuichi both turned to see Kyoya holding the phone away from his ear, one eye closed and his head tilted away from the phone.

"Calm down, Honey-senpai. No more yelling." Kyoya explained in as few words as possible what had happened when they left the club room. When he finished he could hear Honey-senpai sobbing on the other end of the line. He heard some rustling and then a deeper voice.

"I heard the whole thing. We won't come to the hospital now, there's no reason for us to be there. Let us know when you hear anything." Mori was much more rational than his blonde cousin, who was screaming at Mori that they needed to go, but Mori rejected him with a swift and stern "No".

"Thanks Mori-senpai."

"No. Thank you." The call ended and Kyoya heard the busy signal before ending the call on his end.

"Now for the twins…" He looked to Haruhi, who just nodded and bit her lip in nervousness. Kyoya scrolled up to find the Hitachiin brothers' number and pressed dial. It rang twice before he heard Hikaru answer.

"Kyoya-senpai." Kyoya took a deep breath and started in on the twins. He quickly explained what had happened, and then proceeded to chastise them with one sentence.

"I hope you are satisfied, because this is your fault." He ended and let the two boys sit in silence on the other end before continuing. "I will call you later to let you know what happens. Hopefully it won't be too much longer. Keep your phone close."

"Kay…" the boys answered quietly in unison, and Kyoya hung up.

They waited for about another hour before a nurse came through the double doors that led to the ER, and called Tamaki's name. All five of them stood and looked over at her. She crossed the room to speak with them. "He's going to be fine. He is in need of some blood, though." She looked nervously to Yoshio, knowing that he was the owner of the hospital. "His blood type is O+, so he is a universal recipient. Any of you should be able to help him."

"I will." Kyoya quickly volunteered himself, and the nurse informed them that he would need two donors, so Yuuichi also offered himself. Yoshio looked at the nurse pointedly and she asked him if anything was wrong.

"He needs two pints of blood and he's still alive?"

"Yes, he is. It's as if he suddenly found this will to live, and his body is fighting very hard to keep him alive." She smiled a small smile, and took the two boys to have their blood drawn.

Kyoya turned to Yuuichi. "Why did you offer?"

"Blood donations from two donors works best when both donors have the same blood type. It just so happens that we are the only two in the room that have the same blood type, so naturally I would volunteer."

"Hmm…" The younger brother doubted that was the full truth, but was grateful anyways. After having their blood drawn it was immediately taken to Tamaki and administered to him.

After texting Honey, Mori, and the twins with the update, and another hour to make sure his body would start to accept the foreign blood, Tamaki was taken to another room, and the little group was allowed to see him. When they walked in he was was still unconscious. The nurse informed them that it was the anesthetic and they all took a seat, watching Tamaki closely for any changes. The nurse left them with instructions to come find her when he woke up so that she could take his vitals.

They sat in silence for a long time before Yoshio and Yuuichi announced that they would be leaving. Yuuichi had a pregnant wife to take care of, and Yoshio had some things to finish, so they left. Kyoya promised to text them when Tamaki woke up. He looked down at his phone and decided to text Honey and Mori again, and the twins, to let them know that he was okay, but that he was still unconscious with a promise to let them know when he was awake.

Honey replied, asking if they could visit him now, and Kyoya looked at the clock. There was still an hour of time that they could come, so he said yes. The twins never replied.

A few minutes later Kyoya looked up to see Honey and Mori being led to the room by the nice nurse that had taken care of them. They greeted the newcomers quietly, and Honey had tears streaming down his cheeks. They all sat down again and waited.

The next time Kyoya looked up he saw Tamaki stirring a little and a little color returning to his cheeks. Yuzuru sighed in relief and rubbed his eyes and wiped his tear-stained face, but as they watched his eyes never opened, worrying every member of the group. He should be awake by now.

A/N: Well, What'd you think? Pretty crazy, huh? I wasn't kidding when I said this story wasn't for the weak-hearted. Don't forget to Review. Until next time! -HeartQueenVivaldi