This is just an updated and edited verison. Was updated 10/25/10. Please review.

The brunette stared into the overfilling eyes of her father, and found that she was unable to breathe. She moved her hand to her chest, somehow hoping that would restart her heart beat in some way. It did nothing, but she did feel her heartbeat. It was pounding very slowly in her chest and was like a sad rhythm you would play at a funeral. Her father's hand came up to stroke the side of her face, his tears settling back down.

"Haruhi…is this news to you?" he asked softly. She opened her mouth to speak, but found that she couldn't so she nodded. Suddenly, her throat cleared and she was gasping for air to fill her lungs so that her heart would speed back up. "Haruhi? Haruhi? Are you having trouble breathing?" her father asked frantically.

The teen nodded her head quickly, tears starting to stream down her face. She had used to be so calm and collected, but now she was falling to pieces in a matter of seconds; it was a shock for her to be out of control of her body and emotions. Her father leapt from his seat and through the door, shouting for help. Almost automatically, a nurse was grabbing her hand and feeling for her pulse.

"Haruhi, Haruhi. I need you to calm down. Please try to slow your breathing. You're going to hurt your baby," the nurse said calmly, pressing her other hand against the teen's forehead. Haruhi tried her best to calm her breathing at the mention of her baby, and soon found herself able to breathe easily without almost having a heart attack. "There you go. Does your head hurt?"

"O-only slightly. Can you get my dad?" she questioned. The nurse automatically nodded, leaving the room in a matter of seconds. Her father reentered the hospital room, and sat back down in his chair, pulling it closer to the edge of the hospital bed.

"Please, don't do that. I don't want to lose you so soon," he whispered, laying his head on the side of the bed.

"Okay."

They sat like this, no one wanting to make the first move to talk until Haruhi just couldn't take the awkwardness anymore.

"Are you mad?" she asked.

"No. I'm scared."

"Scared? Why?"

"I don't know. I just am. Are you scared?"

Haruhi thought about this for a moment, blinking a few times as she did. "That depends. Are you going to let me keep it?" she wondered.

He lifted his head, staring into the eyes of his beloved child. "Haruhi, you can do whatever you feel comfortable doing."

"Alright. Then I'll keep it."

"You sure?"

"Why should I kill something I created?" That's when something scary dawned upon her: Kyoya was the father. The boy who raped her had also gotten her pregnant because he wasn't smart enough to use protection. Her eyes narrowed a little. What was he going to do now?

"Haruhi, I will support you through this but I need to know a few things. First of all, why didn't you use protection or ask for me to get you some birth control? Second of all, who's the father? And third of all, why are you so surprised by the pregnancy?"

'"Well, the brunette began slowly, "I...uh...I can't answer those questions."

"Why?" he demanded quickly. "You can tell me anything!"

"Because I just can't, dad! Okay, I just can't tell you."

"Haruhi, tell me what happened."

"NO!"

"...Alright, alright. Fine with me, he said, moving back in his chair. He yawned, stretching his arms out as he did so.

"Are you tired?" she asked. Her father smiled weakly.

"Only a little."

"You can go home, dad. I'll be fine for the night."

"But I don't want you to be alone," he confessed.

"Then I'll call some friends, okay?" Haruhi offered. He sighed, and finally nodded. He kissed her forehead as he left and promised to come for in the morning. She watched him leave, and immediately started to look for a phone. Right now, she needed her friends.

There was a plain black phone sitting beside her bed, which she grabbed and dialed Mori's cell phone.

"Hello?" Mori answered.

"Hey, it's me. Haruhi."

"You're awake?" he shouted. She laughed slightly, allowing herself the pleasure in indulging in happiness for just a moment.

"Yeah. Are you busy?"

'No. Not at all. Why?"

"I need to tell the Host Club something important. I need everyone to get here as soon as possible," she explained.

"Is it about the rape?"

The word rape stung a little, but she ignored that right now. "Sort of. When can you get here with everyone else?"

"In ten minutes. See you then."

Ten minutes? It didn't seem possible, but whatever. The teen girl hung up the phone and placed it back in its spot. A doctor with long curls entered the room, carrying a clipboard.

"Good morning. My name in Simone Jennings, the doctor in charge of you. How are you feeling?" she asked, sitting in the chair beside her.

"Better."

"That's good. Having any more trouble breathing? The nurse who attended to you mentioned that you were having a panic attack or something earlier."

"No, I'm fine now."

"Excellent. Are you hungry?"

"A little bit," Haruhi admitted, her hands moving to her stomach. Simone noticed this and smiled.

"Are you going to keep the baby?"

"…Yes, I think am."

"Alright. Good, you seem like you would make an excellent mother," she announced, marking something down on the clipboard.

Haruhi gave her a slightly confused face, "Um…thanks?"

"But there's something I wanted to discuss with you," the woman said with a sorrow tone. "It may be a little uncomfortable for us to talk about, but I would like it if we talked for a couple minutes about it. I need you to be completely honest and open."

Haruhi shifted uncomfortably in her bed, looking upwards. "Okay…"

"When you first arrived at the hospital, we did an examination of your body to try and find the cause of your sudden attack. We drew blood, examined your bones and did a body search," Simone explained with a strong, informative voice. "While we were checking out the vaginal region, we noticed that your scar tissue has healed in an interesting pattern that we were concerned about."

As she paused, her heart began to pound in her chest. The brunette began to feel extremely anxious for someone to come interrupt this conversation, but deep down, she knew that no one was going to show up.

"Haruhi," she continued, "the way you're healing indicates that the penetration was forced. Do you understand why I'm trying to say?"

"…" The brunette didn't reply, merely blinking in her direction.

"This means that you would have been raped, Haruhi."

"And…?" She tried to play it off, but she knew that the doctors were suspicious of the rape. There was no way to avoid this right now.

"If there's anything you need to tell me about, you can just come and say it."

"I wasn't raped," Haruhi lied, "I was… drinking and got a little too drunk."

"So you had consensual sex while intoxicated?"

"Yes, it was stupid of me to do, but I was just sort of curious…"

Simone's expression clearly read that she did not buy the story at all. She scribbled something down unto the clipboard. "Alright. Thank you. Is there anything else you want to know? Any questions about the process of your baby's development?"

"Um, none right now. Can we talk later? My friends are coming to see me soon and I want to wash off my face."

The doctor looked her up and down before smiling. "Of course," Simone answered. "Someone will be in with some clothes that you can borrow. They should fit alright."

Haruhi said her thanks and waited patiently as Simone walked out of the room to go grab the clothes. She hoped that she wouldn't mention anything to her father when he returned tomorrow to pick her up.

Simone quickly walked back in, carrying a pair of sweatpants and a loose black t-shirt. She placed them down on the edge of her bed. She was about to walk back out when she paused, "Oh yes, you will be staying the night so we can survey you through the night. I'll be back after visiting hours will some pajamas for you."

"Thanks."

She watched as the woman finally exited, sighing to herself before she stood up to grab the articles of clothing. Rather than walk into the bathroom, she just dressed right on the bed and placed her scrubs on the chair where her father had been sitting.

There was a knock on the door before it opened, revealing her friends and two large,helium balloons.

"Oh my goodness! Look at my daughter!" Tamaki exclaimed as he plopped down in the chair. She smiled at this, and placed on hand on his.

"I'm fine now. The doctors say I had a panic attack, or something like that."

"But the question is, why?" It was Kaoru who said this, causing her stomach to turn a little.

"Yeah, Haruhi, why did you freak out like that?" That was Hikaru, but that wasn't any more comforting. She looked down at her hands, and then back up at her friends.

Her eyes landed on Kyoya who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed against his chest. He was staring at her bored, like he wasn't really concerned. Anger flared inside of her, and she soon found herself wanting to just slap him but she couldn't.

"I had a panic attack…because my stomach was hurting too much. And with everyone staring at me like that, it just didn't help the situation in sort of way."

"Why was your stomach hurting?" Hunny asked. He had somehow found an extra chair, and was sitting on Mori's lap, who was sitting on the chair.

"That's what I wanted to tell you about…" Haruhi sat up even more, propping herself up with a pillow. She rested her hands on her stomach again, letting her gaze fall on Hikaru and Kaoru who were standing beside Kyoya. "I'm pregnant."

The air flared up with shock, anger and confusion. Everyone's mouth was open, ready to bombard her with questions.

"W-what!" Tamaki and Hikaru shrieked, both sounding very pissed. She closed her eyes, disappointment filling her. She was hoping that they would just understand and move on with their lives.

"I'm pregnant. With a baby."

"H-how?" Kaoru stuttered, his face red.

"I believe it is called sexual intercourse," Kyoya answered. "But with who is the question."

Hunny was staring quietly at her, shocked obviously. He was picked up, and placed on the ground as Mori, Hikaru and Tamaki walked out of the room in absolute silence. She could tell they were angry at her, but at least she still had Hunny and Kaoru on her side.

"Haruhi-chan, are you going to be okay?" Hunny asked crawling unto the bed with Haruhi. He settled beside her, wrapping one of his short arms around her shoulder. Kaoru smiled and did the same, except on the opposite side of her.

"Of course," she said. "With friends like you, I'll be fine. I just wish Tamaki, Mori and Hikaru would stop being mad at me…"

"What do you expect?" Hunny asked. "It's very shocking."

"Yeah, but you know they'll come around," Kaoru reassured. "They all love you very much, so they must be worried."

She snuggled close to her friends, but her eyes remained focused on Kyoya, who was simply staring at them like nothing had happened. She could tell by his silence that he was thinking about something, though. He was probably planning on getting her alone and…she shook her head slightly to stop herself from continuing her thoughts. Nothing bad was going to happen anymore while she had such wonderful friends by her side to protect her.

The teen leaning against the wall cleared his throat, catching the attentions of the rest of them on the bed. "Haruhi, how exactly do you plan on keeping the fact that you're pregnant secret?" Kyoya questioned. "People are still unaware of your actual gender."

This was something she had not yet considered, but that seemed to be something she really should consider.

Haruhi looked at Kyoya with a blank stare. "We'll just have to try to mask it. When it gets too obvious, I'll temporarily take time off from the Host Club. I'll just come up with some excuse."

The teen boy stared back at her before giving a small smirk. "Do you really think you'll be able to hide your belly?"

"Why are you trying to get rid of me?" she retorted as calmly as she could.

"Who said I was?"

"If you aren't, then why do you care so much?" Haruhi questioned.

Kyoya stared at her evenly, blinking for a moment. He then proceeded to excuse himself from the room, and exited the room. All the remaining teens looked at the door like he was crazy before Kaoru broke the silence.

"What are you going to name the baby?" he asked, smiling suddenly as he pushed away from her to sit at the edge of the bed on the opposite side of Hunny and Haruhi. The brunette scooted over as she pondered this to herself. This allowed for the small blond boy to slip under the covers beside her. She looked back at Kaoru, and shrugged her shoulders.

"I dunno...but I have nine months to plan it, so I'm not rushing for a name just yet." She was telling the truth, too. It was another thing she hadn't really thought about, but she was particularly concerned. Hunny opened his mouth to ask a question when the sound of a woman shouting interrupted them. Immediately after that, Kyoya came crashing through the door that was still opened. Mori rushed in afterwards, his face red. The teen wearing glasses tried to back away, but the other boy pounced on him, knocking Kyoya's head back against the floor. He punched him directly in the face.

Tamaki and Hikaru came running in with two security guards, all looking confused and distressed.

"Stop! Stop it Mori!" Haruhi screamed, trying to move to stop them but found that it was slightly hard to do.

"Let me go!" Mori demanded as they actually began to successfully remove him. "You're gonna fucking pay, Kyoya! Watch yourself, four-eyes!" He got off the teen, pushing through the people that blocked his path as he stormed from the hospital. One security guard helped Kyoya from the ground, the teen now covered in blood and his glasses broken. He seemed close to tears but was bravely keeping them down.

"I would like to press charges," Kyoya announced as he was escorted out of the room by the guards. Tamaki looked over at Haruhi, his eyes glazed over with no emotion.

"Haruhi, may we speak in private?" She nodded her head. Hunny gave her hand a tight squeeze of good luck as he and Kaoru leapt off the bed. Hikaru grabbed Kaoru's arm and yanked him from the room quickly, like she had a disease that they would catch if they stayed a moment longer. The little blonde chased after them, closing the door behind him as he left. The room went dead silent, the only sounds heard coming from the machines that were beside them.

The brunette shifted uncomfortably in her bed, "What did you want to talk about?"

The blonde looked over at her, a small frown on his face. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?" she wondered.

"Why didn't you tell me about the baby, Haruhi."

"I didn't know."

"There were no signs?"

"I mean…" Her voice broke as she began to realize there had been warning signs that she ignored and had passed off as stress. "There was a lot going on. I didn't really think about it," she admitted to both herself and Tamaki.

"We all have been a little stressed lately," he agreed.

"Look can we talk about the baby some other time?" Haruhi said before he could say anything else. "We can talk about anything."

"Let's talk about why Mori almost killed Mommy," he suggested.

The girl forced a laugh. "What about that?"She was hoping that he would join in her laughter; he didn't. When she looked at him, he seemed very serious.

"I have absolutely no idea why it happened, Haruhi. What's going on between them?" Tamaki questioned.

"How would I know?"

"You need to be honest because I get the feeling that you do know what's going on between them."

"I don't!" Obviously, she wasn't telling the truth. But she didn't want to tell him….yet. "Hey, I feel tired… I'm going to take a nap…"

He looked at her hesitantly before nodding slowly. She settled beneath the covers, sighing in relief from her success of avoiding the topic. The girl hid her face beneath the blanket, snuggling with herself when she suddenly felt a hand rest on her stomach. She panicked. Did Kyoya come back, she wondered as the brunette peeked from under the covers. Tamaki was staring down at her, a soft smile on his face.

"W-what is it?" she managed with nervous currents running through her being.

He just stared at her before leaning over, kissing her forehead. "I just want to watch you fall asleep; I'm worried about you Haruhi…"

She knew she should say something, but she couldn't speak. Haruhi just stared at him as he stroked the side of her face, soothing all her nerves and relaxing her further into the mattress of the bed. Soon, she found herself falling asleep.

Around eleven the next morning, the brunette managed to awaken from her sleep to find her room completely empty of visitors. She couldn't help the twinge of disappointment in her stomach when she found that Tamaki had gone, but she merely shrugged it off. A nurse wearing white clothing, thick glasses and had a strange snaggletooth came into the room almost immediately holding a clipboard.

"Good morning, my name is June, are you hungry?" he asked as he adjusted his glasses.

"Um, sure? Is my dad here?"

"He called earlier; he'll be here in fifteen more minutes to pick you up. But while you're waiting, I need to ask you some questions."

"Um, sure."

"Do you smoke?"

"Nope."

"Do you drink?"

"Only once," she said a little to quickly.

"Have you used any illegal substances in the past forty-eight hours?"

"Never!"

"When was the last time you had a check-up and/or a physical?"

'I think it was five months ago, but I'm not absolutely sure.'

"Okay, last question; do you take any birth control?"

"Nope."

He grinned, stood up and bowed his head. "We're done here. Someone will bring you some food in a couple of minutes. Do you need anything else?" June asked.

Haruhi flushed slightly, and glanced down. "Where's the bathroom?"

June chuckled but motioned to the door on the opposite wall. "In there. Anything else?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Your father is bringing you a change of clothes, and the other's will be mailed to you immediately."

"T-thanks." She watched him with her round brown as he exited the room. After another moment, she stood up and walked into the bathroom. There was no mirror in there, to her discomfort, but she just washed her face and quickly used the toilet. The teen took a deep breath, goose bumps growing over her skin as she washed her hands with soap. Haruhi dried her hands with some paper towels before walking back into the room to find a tray waiting for her on a cart beside her bed.

The eggs and toast that she was given felt great in her stomach as she devoured the contents of the tray without any hesitation. There was a knock on the door before her father walked in the room.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Hungry," she laughed. Her father smiled, sitting down in the chair beside her bed as she finished eating the food. He watched her every move like a normal parent would…if their child was maybe seven. The brunette gulped down the glass of orange juice.

"Ready to go?" her father asked, handing her the change of clothes.

"Yeah, let me get dressed."

Haruhi slipped from the bed, and let the dirty hospital dress fall from her body as she pulled on her the underwear her father had brought her. She also put on the loose grey sweatpants and white t-shirt he brought her as well, finding the outfit to be nicely comfortable.

"Alright, we can go now," the brunette said finally, laying the hospital dress on the edge of her bed.

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