A/N: Hello readers! Thank you to everyone who has been reading and reviewing, or at least reading! Also, please remember, this is how I see the characters. Sorry if I don't have them act 'right'. ^^'
All of Saturday and Sunday, Haruhi played nurse to her fellow club members. They had all convened at Kyouya's estate and were currently sprawled about one of the extra bedrooms. Though, calling the space a bedroom was a bit of a stretch. The room contained a king size bed, two sofas, a small library, a mini bar, and a flat screen television. It was more like an apartment. Stupid rich people and their too big bedrooms.. Haruhi grumbled in her head as she pulled two bottles of water out of the mini bar, taking the drinks to the twins whom were cuddled on one of the sofas, snuggled in a large, fleece blanket.
As soon as she turned away from them, a soft bell sounded. Haruhi narrowed her eyes and made her way to the bed. Tamaki was covered in several blankets, his head propped up on a pillow, a wet cloth covered his fore head. His eyes were shut tightly, his eye brows wrinkled together in an expression of pain. One hand was left uncovered and in it was a small silver hand bell which he shook back and forth. Haruhi snatched the bell from his hand and placed it back on the table beside him. "Yes, senpai?" she asked as calmly as she possibly could manage. She had so far gone without sleep for a total of twenty six hours and it was starting to become evident.
"My clodth ithint cold anybore," he whined, opening his eyes slightly. "You're pretty."
Haruhi rolled her eyes. "Right. Okay, senpai, I'll get you another rag." She removed the cloth and headed toward the bathroom across the hall. Tamaki and the twins were the worst off at the moment. All three were beginning to hallucinate and had high fevers. A doctor had been called the day before, but he said nothing could be done. The illness would just have to run its course. He estimated the recovery time to be five days. Haruhi silently hoped that at least a few of them would be better in the morning. It was becoming exhausting to care for all six hosts.
Before Haruhi had reached the bathroom, she hesitated outside the door of the guest room. Two doors down was Kyouya's room. She hadn't heard a single sound from him all day. Hesitantly, the Natural host opened the Shadow King's bedroom door. All of the lights in the room were off, but Haruhi could see the faint outlines of the furniture. She made her way over to Kyouya's bed and looked down at him. His face was contorted with pain. Frowning, she lightly shook his shoulder, drawing him from his painful sleep.
"Kyouya-senpai?" she whispered, afraid that he would be angry that she had woke him from his slumber.
His eyes opened slowly. "Glasses." His voice was a harsh rasp. Haruhi obeyed the command, handing him his glasses off of the bedside table. Identifying Haruhi, Kyouya slowly propped himself up with one arm, his blanket sliding down a bit to expose part of his sweat-soaked flesh. Haruhi blushed brightly, silently thankful for the poorly lit room. She took a moment to look over his features. His muscles were very defined. His entire body was lean, but not in a lanky way. He was a perfect balance. "Well?"
Kyouya's voice pulled Haruhi out of her day dream. "I-I was just wondering if I could get you anything, senpai."
After a moment of hesitation: "Water."
"Right. Water. Okay," was Haruhi's brilliant reply. Silently berating herself, she left the room, going back to the guest room to get a bottle of water. The five boys were the same as when she had left them, except that now Mori was laying down on one of the couches and Honey had retreated to the library area. Ring ring ring ring ring. Shit. Tamaki's rag. Haruhi rushed back to Kyouya's room, setting the water beside his once again sleeping form and removed his glasses. She then hurried to the bathroom, grabbed a cold cloth, and went back to Tamaki. She softly laid the cloth onto his burning forehead and took the bell from him once again.
What did I do to deserve this?!