In through the door came the tall black-haired male, his glasses slightly crooked on his face as he hauled three giant wrapped baskets in his arms. Haruhi was already sitting up in her hospital bed, reading a book. Her eyes widened and she blinked, watching Kyouya's struggle with the heavy packages of goodies. After a moment of watching him, her face broke out in a smile, laughing quietly. Kyouya set the baskets down on the floor abruptly with a grunt, catching his breath. He sighed. "...You should be thankful. All three of those together weigh around thirty pounds. Those girls don't miss a single detail when it comes to specifying your interests..." Kyouya sighed once more. Haruhi laughed again. Anytime Kyouya visited her, he used the excuse of bringing gifts and cards from the girls at school. Afterwards he would always say something like, 'Well, since I'm already here.' Haruhi was very amused whenever Kyouya came to her side at the hospital, because she got to see a side of him he usually didn't show. And as much as he would never admit it, Haruhi could tell that he cared.
"Oh, I am." She said, smiling to him. Despite himself, he smiled back. He walked over to the side of her bed, looking down at her. "How are your legs?" He asked out of curiosity. "I... I still can't move them. The doctor said I probably won't walk again, my brain stopped sending motor function signals their way, apparently..." She looked down at her sheet-covered legs. She wanted to move them so badly, but no matter how hard she willed herself to do so, she couldn't do it. Kyouya looked that way as well. "Ah. I'm sorry. I know it must be troublesome to think you won't be able to walk again." He sympathized with her, but soon a small smirk washed over his face. "Just think of how much fun Tamaki will have parading you around the neighborhood in a mermaid costume." He got a laugh out of her, "Oh, no. Do me a favor and try not to say that around him, will you?" She said, still laughing. Kyouya laughed right along with her, his hands in his pockets.
Truly, Kyouya was proud of Haruhi for being so strong through all of this. Despite her deteriorating condition, she could still laugh at stupid little jokes that came about. She truly was a brave young woman...
"...Ah. I apologize, Haruhi. But I did say I would meet with my family for dinner tonight. I believe there is something my father wants to discuss with me. I need to get ready soon." He said, looking to her. "Alright. Good luck, Kyouya-senpai. See you later." She said, smiling up to him. He bowed his head toward her, and with that, exited the room.
Kyouya's visits were mostly short ones, but to Haruhi, they were meaningful. Kyouya's laugh would always put Haruhi in a good mood, since it was such a rare thing to hear. Haruhi picked up her book that she had set aside, glancing over at the baskets Kyouya had brought for a brief moment. She wondered what could be so heavy inside, but didn't bother with them for the moment. She had so many from probably most everyone of her regular customers that she was a bit overwhelmed. She opened her book back up where she'd placed the bookmark.
Anne watched her father stride across the field on Saturday afternoon. She had told him she was making supper, but he had been a man with a mission. Sword belted into place and hat low on his brow, he exited through the back door and was gone. Anne had no idea where he was going or when he would return...
Haruhi was reading a book called The Rescue, an English book by Lori Wick, an American author. She'd been learning English for a long time, but she was long due for practice. Just because she was sick, didn't mean she would give up on all her studies, darn it. And so, Haruhi dug into her stories, only struggling slightly on a few long words.