AN: Another fast updated chapter because I keep getting swarmed with ideas and time. Honestly, if I have an idea, it wouldn't take me more than a few hours to type out a chapter. Hope you enjoy it. =)

-Drugs-

Haruhi stared at the patch of hair that was left on her pillow and the tub of spew that the doctors helped her clean up and forgot to throw out in the middle of the night. She hated it all. Her father hadn't visited her yet and it was already past three in the afternoon. There was a knock on the door, the doctor entering.

"Goof afternoon, Fujioka-san."

"Ah, good afternoon."

"Your tests seem to show a slight progression." She wanted to smile but there seemed to be more. "But we cannot release you just yet. We're going to take a few tests and we're going to see what we can do."

"So there is a chance I will get released?"

"Yes, but you would be returning almost everyday for regular chemo and tests. Did you sleep well last night?"
"Not really."

"It's alright. It's because of the leukemia. Your fever seemed to have gone done somewhat…are you hungry?"

"A bit…"

"That's good. Now, when's your father going to come by?"

"I don't know. Did you try and call him?"

"I have. There is no answer. What's happening now?"

"This isn't something you should hear."

"It's my body and I want to know what the hell is happening."

She spoke loudly, the doctor sighed and sat down.

"Your lifespan at the moment…it's not much longer until you…"

"Until I die."

"Yes, until you die. Is there anything we can do to make it more comfortable…?"

There was a pause before she continued.

"Get the hell out of my room…"

"Fujioka-san, I'm sorry, but-"

"How far into it am I?"

"You're at the last stage."

"No way…I can't be! It didn't show up or anything until recently!"

"That's the thing with cancer. It never shows up until it's too late. Shall I send in a therapist…?"

"No, I want you out of my room!"

She shouted now, thick tears forming in her eyes. The doctor stood up and fixed his glasses.

"You know where to find us and how to contact us."

"Is there anything I can try!?"

"Not without your father's approval. That is why I asked if you knew if he was coming or not. It's an experimental drug that-"

"I just want you to start me on it if you think it'll help me. I don't want to die knowing I could done something to try and prevent it."

"I'll need your signature. I'm going to tell you that the side effects aren't the best…fever, hallucinations, night terrors, high blood pressure and more…are you sure?"

"Definitely."

Haruhi nodded, making the doctor sigh.

"Let me get the papers…"

Haruhi nodded curtly, her hands trembling in fear as she hugged tightly onto Usa-chan.

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"Haruhi's not going to come back any time, is he…?"

"No, he isn't…"

Tamaki spoke to one of his clients. He was completely cold and distant. Kyouya didn't seem too talkative either.

"Why are you guys here then? Shouldn't you be visiting Fujioke-kun!? He must be lonely right now, you know!"
A girl suddenly shouted at the twins. She was a definite customer of Haruhi's. Tears were evident in her eyes.

"Isn't your friend more important than club activities?"

Another girl spoke up from beside. Tamaki closed his eyes and stood up, walking over to them.

"You're right…I want everybody out. We're closed until further notice!"

There were no whines or complaints. Just the brief shuffling of chairs and farewells and then silence…utter, maddening silence…it was deafening.

"Tono…"

"She was right…men, let's go do what we should have done earlier!"

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"Haruhi, we're coming in."

Tamaki called as he opened the door. He was taken back, aghast at the image of his daughter. He clenched onto the bouquet of flowers he was holding and stepped inside the room, walking over to Haruhi. Her body was trembling and she had the look of death already. Her skin had become translucent to the point where some of her veins were visible, and dark bags sagged from her eyes. Tamaki shuddered a breath and approached her even more, turning his head slightly when he heard Hani's sharp intake of breath.

"Haruhi, we came to visit you…"

He touched her shoulder, feeling it burning with a sweat. He felt her forehead and took it away, feeling it was definitely a fever. He bit his lip and tried shaking her shoulder again. Hikaru and Kaoru approached her from her other side, quickly seeing that she had lost hair.

"Hey, come on. We didn't cancel club activities for nothing."

Hikaru spoke, still earning no reply.

"She's under another set of drugs. She's not responding to anything we do at the moment because her body is so exhausted."

A nurse walked in, injecting a fever reducer into her skin as she spoke. Tamaki made way so she could work. She picked up her fallen hair and combed the other loose strands out, everyone watching in horror as they saw how much more sick she looked.

"When was the last time she was awake?"

"Are you family?"

"We're her friends."

Kyouya spoke again, the nurse sighed. "Then you must know what's in store for her…she's on the waiting list for a bone marrow transplant, but we cannot test her father until he arrives."

"What if he's not a match…?"

Hani asked, wishing he could hug Usa-chan but he was already tucked under Haruhi's arm.

"If there is no match, then there's the waiting list for that. We will have to search our donor banks and hope that we find a match. She'll be on high chemo to remove the cancer cells but it's also going to kill her bone marrow, so we have to hurry and find a donor."

"Can we get tested?"

Mori asked, everyone turning to him. The nurse blinked a few times.

"It's not a matter of unwillingness, it's a matter of matching proteins and tissues that are similar to hers, so her father is her best chance. You can try and donate, but there is no chance that you'll be a match."

Mori nodded, "then I want a test."
"Me too! If Takashi is getting a test, then I want one too!"

"I'm telling you right now, there will be some discomfort and it's a large needle."

Hani's eyes swam with tears at the thought of a needle but he shook his head.

"It's for Haru-chan!"

"Then we'll go too!"

"I suppose there's more to gain than lose."

"I'm going to try too."

Tamaki wanted to hold Haruhi's hand but was afraid to touch the frail girl. It felt as if she was in the hospital for an eternity already.

"Will your parents approve? You're not of age yet to decide that on your own."

They stared at her before they left to go to the main desk, phoning up their parents one at a time, the nurse speaking to them as well to make sure it really was their parents.

Tamaki remained with Haruhi, grabbing a chair so he could sit beside her. He reached out to take hold of her shaking hand, watching her sleeping face. She looked like an old doll…falling apart but still lovely. Her eyes slowly opened, Tamaki's heart skipping a beat.

"Hey there…how are you feeling?"

She didn't answer him right away, instead, she found the strength on her fragile body to push herself up into seating position. Tamaki let out a small 'ah' and held out the flowers to her, her eyes seemed…dull and lifeless. But she smiled nonetheless, taking them from his hands.

"I forgot to thank you for everything…"

His face immediately flushed.

"I-it was nothing! A-anyways, how are you feeling?"

He repeated his question. Her mind was a little foggy but she managed to smile again and answer.

"Better. Where's the other guys?"

"They're coming."

She nodded, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and yawned. Some life returned to her eyes as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She stared at her small feet and thought if they would be able to support her weight if she walked on them. She'd been stuck in the stupid place for only a few days but it felt like an eternity to her and she didn't like it. She wanted to be normal again…

"What are you doing?"

"I'm tired of staying in bed. I want to go for a walk."

"You can't! Wait, stay right here!"

Tamaki stood up and walked to the nurse, speaking to her. She looked over at Haruhi and then spoke to Tamaki who nodded. He disappeared for a few seconds and came back with a wheelchair. Haruhi felt a stab of pain. Could she not even walk anymore? Was she reduced to be taken care of to even this extent? She growled lightly and tilted her head away from Tamaki.

"This sucks…"

"It's for your own good."

He replied to her, the group slowly started trickling back in.

"What are you doing!?"

Hani shouted, bouncing over to Haruhi. She smiled.

"Hey. I just wanted to go for a walk but I'm not allowed without sitting in that."

"That's good incase you collapse!"

Mori went to hold the wheelchair steady as Tamaki helped Haruhi sit in it, her face contorting in pain from the needle that was in her back previously. She held her knees and smiled to Mori. The man backed away with a frown, unable to look at her properly without feeling guilt.

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Tamaki was playing the piano in the lobby for Haruhi, seeing as in it helped his own mother. Haruhi listened with her eyes closed. Tiredness swept through her but Tamaki wanted to keep playing to try and at least do something for her.

"HARUHI!"

Her eyes snapped open as she saw Ranka bursting through the front doors. He did not seem pleased in the least to say. He strode over to her and gripped her shoulders.

"Why did you go on the experimental drug without telling me!?"

She winced but didn't speak yet.

"You're going to try a medicine you don't even know about! What about the side effects, huh!? What does it even do!?"

Everyone in the lobby stared at Ranka and Haruhi. He suddenly took notice of her balding. Ever so slowly, he ran his hand through her hair with trembling hands.

"Your beautiful hair…"

"It's just hair."

"That doesn't matter! And why didn't you call to wake up to come see you!? Do you know how worried I was not knowing if you were alright or not!?"

"You need your rest too, dad-"

Tamaki stopped playing to listen.

"You still have work. I'll be fine."

"Ranka-san, the doctors were looking for you. If you don't mind, I'll escort you to go see them."

Kyouya offered, Ranka gnashed his jaw.

"We'll continue this talk later."

Haruhi looked down at her hands, her shoulders drooping. The doctors were going to tell him everything that was happening…everything.

"Are you alright?"

Mori asked her. She shook her head and didn't look up.

"I'm sorry for burdening everyone…but I think it's time you headed home…I don't want you guys to hear what's going to happen next…"

"What do you mean…? It gets worse?" Hikaru questioned her fear embedded in his eyes. Slowly, she nodded.

"Aren't we friends, Haru-chan…?"

"Huh? Yeah, of course, Hani-sempai…"

"Then since we're friends, we're going to be there for you no matter what happens!"

She sighed. They didn't know what was going to happen to her at all…nothing.

"I understand what you're saying, but I'd prefer if you weren't there."

Haruhi spoke calmly, trying her best to smile. The smile soon fell as Kaoru's hand rested on her shoulder, she knowing that it meant that they weren't going to leave.

"I think it's time we went back up…"

Tamaki spoke, stepping away from the grand piano and wheeling Haruhi back into the elevator, everyone following. Her heart was in her mouth as everyone stood in silence. There was no elevator music or anything…just silence from even the least expected twins. When they reached the 6th floor, there was instantaneous yelling emanating from Haruhi's father.

"THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!"

"Sir, please, if you don't keep your voice down, I will ask you to leave."

"I WILL NOT KEEP MY VOICE DOWN!"

Tamaki was about to proceed forwards, but Haruhi's arm shot up and held onto his shirt to wait in front of the elevators and well hidden away from her father's eyes.

"Remission is only a slight possibility now that she is on the experimental drugs, Fujioka-san. She has been showing positive results because of it and I do not think it should be discontinued."

"I WANT HER OFF IT NOW! She's not how she should be because of it! She looks worse than when we admitted her here!"

"I am sorry, but with positive results like this, it is impossible to remove her from this drug. The side effects are there, yes, but inside her body is strengthened. She has stopped bleeding from the needle injections for hours, she is able to sleep deeper, and her appetite is returning her despite the chemo."
"She looks dead! She's not my daughter anymore! She's not my Haruhi!"

In one swift movement, Haruhi ripped her needles from arms that bound her to the IV stand and made her way to her father on surprisingly solid legs. Hikaru sprinted after her but she stopped at the end of the hallway, turning to her father with tears in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but no words would form. She walked over to him.

"I don't want to stop the treatment and you're not going to force them."

"Ha-Haruhi…! What are you doing!?"

"I'm trying to survive without you trying to take me off my only life support! I know it's hard but if you can't watch, you have to leave!"

She had her fists balled up on her sides, Hikaru holding her shoulders from behind in case she were to collapse.

"I'm doing nothing like that and you know it!"
"Then stop arguing with me!"

She yelled, her hands shaking now.

"I just want to live…"

She added, Ranka held back tears. "I know…if you think it's helping you then it's worth a shot…"

"Thanks dad…"

Hikaru led Haruhi to her room, her entire body shaking like a leaf. Ranka held his forehead and proceeded to finish up their conversation, the doctor nodding and sending a nurse Haruhi's way to replace the needles she had previously torn out.

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Tamaki sat at home, twirling a rose in between his fingers. Antoinette lay at his feet fast asleep, trying to comfort her master.

"Tamaki!" The teenage boy turned his head to see his father bursting open the door.

"I didn't know…why hadn't you called me earlier!?"

"I need you to sign this…"

He pushed a paper towards his father for the test that he asked the doctors. His face was void of emotions as he let his father skim through the paper, tapping his finger on the desk.

"Do you honestly think I'd allow you to go through with this!?"

Tamaki burst up from his chair, slamming his hands down on the desk.

"Damn it, this is Haruhi! I'm not going to sit and watch her die!"

Taken back, his father backed into his bed and sat down, re-reading the information again. Tamaki ran his hand through his hair, sighing through his nose. Finally, his father began to speak.
"How much time…?"

"The doctors said it's only three more months…she put herself on an experimental drug I think and she's been responding to it…I still don't have any other information."

"She's in which hospital?"
"The one Kyouya's family owns…"

"Then she's already in the best care she can find…"

Tamaki nodded, gripping his hair with both hands and looked at his hands to find only two strands had been pulled out.

"She's losing her hair, she won't stop shaking, she's not eating right, losing weight…"

With tears in his eyes, he looked up and turned his head over his shoulder to look at his father.

"I don't know what else I can do."

His throat seemed to collapse on itself as he tried to resist the urge to let out a loud sob. Yuzuru stood up and walked over to his son, holding his head in a hug.

"You're going to be strong for Haruhi, that's one. And two, you need to get me a pen."

Tamaki's head perked up as he smiled, reaching over at his pen holder and gave his father the fanciest one he had.

"Are you going to be alright?"

"Yeah…"

"Listen, kid…she's not your mother, you don't have to make a choice on choosing anything…spend all the time you can with her…I mean it."

"Yeah…thanks dad."

Tamaki smiled, his father ruffled his hair before he waved him off. Tamaki stared at the signed sheet before him. With quivering hands, he picked it up off the table and stared at the signature for a few minutes until big globs of tears made their way down his face. There was only a few strands of hope but he was going to tug at those strands as much and as hard as possible to ensure Haruhi's vitality. He didn't want her to die…he didn't want her to leave the world behind. Spend all the time he could with her? He was at school a good portion of the day and he wasn't allowed visiting after a certain hour (not like they ever respected that rule to begin with). She was alone all that time…and the medical bills? A commoner can't pay for such expenses on one salary alone. It wasn't possible…

That was that. He knew what he was going to do.

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AN: Uwa….-blinking eyes- where'd that come from…? My chapter, I mean…-strains eyes- damn…I only came up with a plot for this story. If you think I have an ending planned out, you're wrong. If you think I have the next chapter planned out, you're wrong again. –leans back in chair- the joys of the unknown are fun even to me. =)