Overdose
Honey huddled miserably in the starched hospital bed, looking read to cry at any moment.
When Haruhi walked in, he teared up from sheer relief.
"Haru-chan!" he wailed, and she blinked, a little surprised by his volume.
"Honey-senpai?"
"A-am I g-gonna *sniff* d-die?" he asked, and then burst into tears, missing Haruhi's quiet sigh. She patted his heaving back in a comforting manner.
"You're not dying, Honey-senpai. People get diagnosed with this every day."
"R-really?" His blue eyes regarded her trustingly.
A sense of foreboding went through her, but she smiled at him.
"Let's just hear what Kyouya has to say, ne?"
They didn't have to wait long, for Kyouya followed his wife's entrance not ten minutes later.
"Kyou-chan, is there a cure?" Honey asked in a brave spirit.
Kyouya paused, and eyed his older friend.
"There's been a cure, of sorts, for years," he replied. "But you have to be faithful to your health from now on… which is why I've given Mori-senpai the detailed instructions for your new diet."
Honey turned pale. "M-my diet?"
Haruhi wondered if they would notice if she slipped out now.
Probably.
"Yes. Honey-senpai, from now you must be very careful. You could have a relapse if you eat too much of it again."
"What?"
Haruhi flinched uneasily from Honey's shrilly booming voice.
Kyouya cleared his throat.
"Think of it as an allergy. After all, it is for a lifetime."
Neither Honey nor Haruhi smiled at the metaphor.
Kyouya cleared his throat again.
"Well, diabetes is like an allergy," he persisted. "An allergy to sugar."
Honey's scream could be heard from miles away.
Haruhi and Kyouya left Honey's room at an unsteady walk.
"I think my ears are bleeding," Kyouya shouted.
"Serves you right," Haruhi muttered, hearing his voice as though from far away, and glad that he probably couldn't hear her. "You were too happy about being the one to break the news to him."