It didn't take Haruhi long to fall asleep. She took quite the hit to the head, and would probably be sleeping a lot for the next few days. She seemed like she was doing alright, all things considered. Both physically and mentally, at that. I'd never really seen her cry before, unless her contact irritating her eye counts. It was strange to say the least. I'd always known her to be unbelievably strong emotionally. That was absolutely still true, even more so, at that. Some people never make it out of a situation like hers. I'm not about to think of myself as a knight in shining armor or anything, but I hate to imagine what would have happened if I hadn't called Ranka…
I slowly got out of my bed and finally went to retrieve the bags that were still in my car. I wanted to put out some of her pictures and things on my night stand before she woke up, in hopes of making her more comfortable in an environment she'd obviously be uncomfortable in. I'd packed two suit cases of her clothing, a duffle bag of her photos and other personal belongings, and her book bag, which, little to my surprise, was also filled with some of her more delicate laundry.
I brought it all back up to my room, quietly setting it down in the corner, trying not to wake up Haruhi. She was kind of cute when she slept. She looked so innocent. The bruises that were really starting to show on her face made her look so sad, though. Victimized. How could her own god damn father have done this to her? A man that I knew had once loved her more than anything?
I was never letting her go back. I couldn't. I knew it'd be hard for her to adjust, obviously, but I'd do my best to make it as easy as possible for her. I sat on a chair that was right by the side of the bed and pulled out my laptop. It was really late. I must have fallen asleep while I was lying with Haruhi. It was almost four in the morning.
The moment I opened my computer, the sound of my instant messenger went off. I muted it as fast as I could. She was still asleep. Thank God. Who would have been messaging me at four in the morning!?
Tamaki. Why'd I even ask myself. Twenty six messages. TWENTY SIX. Each one along the lines of "Why aren't you answering my texts or calls?!" My phone was still in that car, that's why. But I was not about to explain why to Tamaki.
This raised an important question. Should the other Hosts know about Haruhi's situation? Obviously I wouldn't go and tell them myself, and I'm sure Haruhi won't either, but they would eventually find out she's living here. Tamaki is my closest friend, after all. He does come here sometimes to plan out Host events and such. I'd talk to Haruhi when and if she was comfortable enough, it would of course be her decision on how or if to tell them.
I opened up my emails. 'Might as well get some work done', I thought. I really didn't think sleep would be an option. There were two new ones. The first received was from the doctor that had taken care of Haruhi. In it, he described in great detail what all was wrong with her, as well as informing me that he'd already contacted the school and informed them in minimum detail what had happened to her, where she was staying, and to not talk to anyone other than him, Haruhi and myself about the details. The second was from the school, informing me that they were informed of the situation, and that under the circumstances, I could also take the rest of the week to help Haruhi get adjusted, as she'd have to be out for a few weeks.
This came as both a surprise and kind of a relief. The idea of Haruhi being here with no one around that she knew would make her extremely uneasy, and probably a little scared even. I knew she was already going to hate not being able to go to school for so long. I'd make sure she got all of her work from the twins. I would just have to figure out a way to do it without them asking why I'm the one bringing it. More plans I'd have to figure out with Haruhi.
…
"Kyoya?" I felt a hand on my leg. "Hey, Kyoya, wake up, please.."
It was Haruhi. She was reaching over as far as she could off the bed to try to shake me awake. "You're being quite the risk taker this morning, Haruhi." I smirked. She gave me a look. A look that just said "shut up". I moved my laptop and slowly stood up, holding on to Haruhi so she wouldn't fall, and put her so she was back to sitting in the bed.
"Kyoya, shouldn't you be getting ready? " She gestured to my clock.
"I'm actually staying here with you today." She looked confused. "Haruhi, do you really want to be here by yourself for that long?" She stared at me for a second, and very slowly shook "no".
"So, how are you feeling, Haruhi?" I asked.
"Mentally or physically?" She replied, with just the smallest bit of sass to her tone.
"Both would be good."
"Physically, I feel like I got hit by a truck. Mentally…? Better. A lot better." She smiled. "Thank you, again, Kyoya.."
"Haruhi you know it's no-"
"No, shut up for a second." I must have made a surprised face, because she kind of chuckled at me.
"Seriously, Kyoya. Thank you. And… I'm really sorry I didn't say anything. I was scared, I could only imagine what he would have done if he found out I told someone. I didn't mean to make you worry about me… But… I'm glad you did." I just kind of paused for a moment, taking in all that she'd said.
"Me too, Haruhi.