February 10th

I woke up in the hospital. Though I suppose it wasn't so much waking up as becoming completely aware of my surroundings. I know I have been awake several times since I'd been moved, but on all of those occasions I had been too tired to do anything without passing out again. I am currently analysing hospital service quality from a patient's perspective. I am not impressed. But from being in the administrative end of things I am aware that there is nothing that can be done to improve the hospital short of spending millions of dollars to hire a couple of extra nurses. The nurse looking after me was quite friendly and the staff were very concerned for my well-being, but of course, since my father owns the hospital, so it could be disastrous if I die under their care.

February 11th

Tamaki called today. I wasn't allowed to talk to him, but I have been informed that he will be visiting me tomorrow. I've missed a whole week of school now, I doubt that my grades will be affected, but my perfect record of zero days absent has definitely been blown. While I've been away things have probably been very disorganised. If the Host Club ran, then we are definitely down on profits; Tamaki will have undoubtedly made a mess of things. But if it was cancelled then we will have lost this week's potential profit. Damn.

February 13th

Tamaki came all day yesterday instead of going to school. I told him that he'd get into trouble, but he didn't seem to care. At first he just sat there and looked worried at me, but then he started to babble incessantly. This in my opinion is worse. He managed to talk for most of the day about absolutely nothing. Then he tried to do something to 'aid me in my unfortunate state', but the doctors wouldn't hear of it. Finally he said something mildly conversational.

"Kyoya," He was gazing at my notebook.

"What do you write in there?"

I reached out and took it from the table, taking it out of his reach and closer to me.

"Just school records, interesting facts about people, nothing you'd be interested in."

He eyed me curiously.

"Then why am I not allowed to look at it?"

I looked up and our eyes met sharply.

"I never said that."

"You didn't say it, no."

I glared at him, so he dropped the subject and started telling me everything that I had missed out on. I spent the rest of the day catching up on school work, glad that his visit could be remotely useful.

February 14th

Today, for the first time since I'd been at the hospital I didn't throw up at all. I managed to stomach the food I was given, though my temperature is still high and I have developed a terrible cough. The twins came by again and told me I looked like I had gotten 'sicker' than when they first visited, and seeing as I had actually gotten worse and was now improving I suppose that this comment wasn't all that bad. Haruhi was being dragged along with them and told me I looked pale. I believe I will be allowed home tomorrow.

February 15th

I went home today. The house was fairly empty, with most people out at some meeting or another. Fuyumi was waiting for me in my room, and next to her stood the counsellor. I glared at him suspiciously.

"I thought you weren't coming back."

"I need to read your journal to ensure that you have, in fact, kept your side of the deal." He replied.

"I swore on the honour of my family."

"Nevertheless…" He held out his hand and said; "Give it to me."

He seemed to think that because I was sick, I would be co-operative, but he was wrong. I refused to hand over the journal and eventually the counsellor snapped and started to scream at me.

"If you won't let me look at it I'll have to declare you mentally unstable!" His face started to turn red, quite like a beetroot.

"You don't want that, DO YOU!!!???" He hollered.

I watched him emotionlessly. He looked like he was the only mentally unstable one around here.

"There is nothing wrong with me."

"Give me the journal!"

"There is nothing wrong with me." I maintained.

He stormed around the room for a few minutes before giving up. He picked up a piece of paper off the table and scribbled his signature onto it. He then handed it to Fuyumi.

"The stress of his lifestyle combined with the pressure he is under to achieve has taken its toll. I declare Ootori Kyoya Mentally Unstable!!!"

I had never heard anyone pronounce capitals before, and I found it quite impressive. He then strode out of the room leaving Fuyumi looking extremely shocked.

"I'm sorry Kyoya." She whispered.

"I didn't mean— I thought— I really didn't know that he'd do that!"

I considered getting mad at her, but decided that that would not achieve very much. I needed to prove that I am not mentally unstable. And I will; no matter what it takes.

AN: And another edition of Kyoya's mind is installed. Please feel free to leave a review, it would be much appreciated!!!!
Hope you've all enjoyed this, the longest chapter so far! ^^