Disclaimer: Do not own.
Author's Notes: Not really much to say here.
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He was cursing a mile a minute in his head when he pulled up to the hospital, adjusting his glasses. The doors opened and he walked in...only to slam into another doctor, both being knocked back.
"Ouch! Dammit, watch where you're going!" He shouted. Kyouya was not in the mood to be played with. He got back up and headed for the room, not seeing the security card that had fallen from his pocket being picked up...
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"So what is his status?" Kyouya asked the main doctor, taking in the sight of Ranka.
"He's stable. Had he been brought in any later, he would have died from blood loss. It was difficult to get it to stop as it was." The doctor seemed as tired as Kyouya. Early mornings did not bode well for the two men.
He stared at the older man laying on the bed. His breathing was labored and his neck was held still, wrapped in bandages. Blood still stained his collarbones slightly. This was not supposed to happen.
He sighed, hand to his forehead. "Thank you for coming at such short notice. I will be sure you get paid for overtime."
The doctor smiled softly. "Mr. Ootori, I do appreciate it. Go home and get some rest. We will place him in the same kind of room as his daughter." He handed him the security card.
"Thank you."
Once out of the hospital, his hand reached into his pocket for a cigarette, the veins in his head throbbing hard. Things were too fucked up for even his taste. And as he gropped his pocket and realized Haruhi's security card was missing, he groaned. Things were about to take a huge turn for the worse and he knew it. He just didn't know when.