Haruhi ran up to the front desk, she'd never felt so nervous in her entire life. "I'm looking for Tamaki Souh please." She said it slightly out of breath and her face was flushed. The reciptionst sighed looking up from her phone. "How do you spell that?" She sounded annoyed by Haruhis presence and like Haruhi asking where Tamaki was the biggest inconvenience of her day. "S-O-U-H. Souh first name Tamaki." The girl typed it in while blowing bubblegum bubbles. It felt like ages before the secretary said something. "Room 742 that way." She pointed to the emergency bay and Haruhi took off running. She really hoped that he was at least stable. The receptionist was completely unprofessional in Haruhis opinion, playing on her phone and blowing bubble gum when she was supposed to be answering phones and directing people to their sick loved ones. She muttered under her breath in Japanese as she approached the room but all her anger faded when she pulled back the curtain. There were no actual doors in the emergency bay, just curtains.
Her anger was almost immediately replaced by fear as she saw Tamaki laying in the bed unconscious, his breathing a bit ragged and shallow. He was also attached to several machines that were beeping loudly. His chest was bandaged and the bandages were quite bloody. They had managed to slow the bleeding but they hadn't been able to take him back for surgery yet to remove the bullet. He looked so pale and lifeless in that bed. So small and weak. She ran over and took his hand, tears welling in her eyes. "Oh Tamaki." She kissed his hand, squeezing it tightly. He was her Tamaki no matter what he would always be her Tamaki. She also ruffled his hair a bit so his bangs were the way he liked them. She knew it was stupid but it somehow made her feel better having his hair look the right way. She kept kissing his forehead over and over again. She even whispered in his ear that she loved him. This went on for about twenty minutes before an orderly walked in, glancing at his clipboard. "This is Tamaki Souh?" He barely glanced at Haruhi. "Yes it is." She said it was completely deadpan, wiping her eyes. "I'm Frank and I'm taking Tamaki to surgery. You should go to the waiting room." He didn't try to comfort her at all, just brushed her to the side as he wheeled Tamaki out of the room leaving Haruhi standing there alone and frightened. This was probably one of the scariest things to happen to her. Even when her mom had passed it hadn't been like this. She never saw the body after all and the funeral was a closed casket. Seeing Tamaki so weak and injured was absolutely horrifying and here she was facing it completely alone. She supposed she could call her father back in Japan, but he overreacts to everything and he was probably sleeping. She shouldn't bother him. Frank stared at Haruhi for another minute before taking Tamaki out of the room.
There was nothing left for Haruhi to do but go to the waiting room and wait. She was in a strange country, it was the middle of the night and for the first time in her young life she didn't know what to do. She normally was very logical and had a good head on her shoulders but right now her mind felt foggy and bogged down and she couldn't seem to think straight so she picked up her small bag and walked out into the main waiting room, sat down and began to wait.