By the way, I realized something that I wrote in the last chapter was wrong, and thanks to a reviewer, noticed it. I said that the host club split up in search of Haruhi, and in that said that Hikaru and Kaoru had split up, which is quite unlikely to happen since they are practically always together, no matter what. So, if anyone else thought the same as the reviewer who notified me of this mistake, then my apologies go out to them. I also forgot to mention that it was Haruhi's left wrist that was broken. OH! And, at the end of the last chapter, I didn't mean for Kaoru to say that Haruhi had been raped. I meant to type that Kyouya had said it, but somehow it came out to be Kaoru. Maybe it's because I love the twins so much, I don't know. But just so you know, I love all of the Host Club members equally. :3
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. It belongs to some person that I cannot currently remember the name of. All I -do- own is the plot of this story and the random character (my OC) to come.
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There was an uncomfortable atmosphere in the waiting room of the hospital. It had been several hours since the host club had brought Haruhi in, and they had yet to hear news of her condition. Tamaki paced the floor anxiously. Kyouya had his head in his hands and his eyes were darkened. Honey sat on Mori's lap, his face still damp from crying. The twins were loitering by the vending machines not too far away, both looking grim. None of them were speaking. The only sounds from them were the tapping of Tamaki's shoes and the soft sniffling of Mitsukuni.
-FLASHBACK!-
"You're going to be okay, Haruhi." Hikaru spoke softly to her. Tears no longer rolled down his cheeks, but his breath was still hitched in his chest. Kaoru sat next to him, silent. Tamaki held Honey while Mori ran back up to the school to tell the superintendent what was going on.
"We need an ambulance out to Ouran High. A student has been badly injured." Kyouya was practically yelling into his cellphone. "...No, we're not at the school. We're just down the road from it...about a half-mile from the school...yes...I'll have someone flag down the ambulance with a flashlight...Okay, thank you so much." Kyouya put away his cellphone and turned to the rest of the group.
"Alright, one of us will have to stand out in the road with a flashlight to flag the ambulance down when it gets here. The person I just spoke with told us not to move her until the paramedics arrive, or we could endanger her life even more." Kyouya's voice was strong despite the shock of finding his friend in such a state. All traces of any exhaustion he had back at the school were gone.
A sudden sound of tires speeding towards them caused the group to turn their attention to the road. Kyouya stepped out of the wooded area and out into the road, looking both ways. A car, it's headlights beaming, was coming down the road from the school. It slowed when it got to Kyouya and stopped. The driver's side door opened and Mori got out. When Kyouya asked what the car was for, he said that the entire host club wouldn't be able to fit in the back of an ambulance, so he 'borrowed' the car from the school. Kyouya thanked him, then headed back into the woods.
A few minutes later, sirens could be heard coming from down the road. Tamaki grabbed a flashlight and ran out into the road, where he waved it frantically. The ambulance pulled up soon after. Three paramedics, two of which carrying a stretcher and supplies, followed Tamaki into the woods to where the rest of the club lay with Haruhi. One of the paramedics, a female, took some blankets from the supplies and covered most of Haruhi's body, while the other two, both males, checked her stats: took her pulse, checked her heartbeat, put a brace on her wrist and one around her neck, and placed an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose. They cleared off the stretcher they had come with and carefully placed Haruhi on it. The two men carried the stretcher over to the ambulance and into the back of it, laying the stretcher down on a gurney inside the vehicle. The female paramedic thanked the club for notifying them of this, and that they'll take good care of Haruhi.
As soon as the paramedics were all inside the ambulance, the rest of the Host Club piled into the car, Kyouya and Tamaki taking the front seats; Mori, Hikaru, and Kaoru taking up the three in the back, and Honey sitting on Mori's lap. Once all of them were buckled in and mildly comfortable, they followed the ambulance to the hospital.
-END FLASHBACK!-
The attendees at the nurse's station were watching the group sadly, conversing about their own worries over the girl. A phone at the station suddenly rang, breaking the silence sharply. A young nurse in lavender scrubs answered it. Tamaki stopped pacing and stared, listening intently.
⌠Yes?...mhm...mhm...okay, I'll let them know...Thank you...bye.■ was the entire conversation. Tamaki had a feeling that it was about Haruhi. The nurse stood from her chair, walked around the station's counter, and approached Tamaki.
⌠I just received news on Ms. Fujioka's condition.■ she said. The whole club held their breaths, prepared to hear the worst. ⌠She just got out of emergency and is being moved to the Intensive Care Unit on the third floor. I would suggest not crowding around her, so just leave it at three visitors at the most.■ The group let out a sigh of relief.
⌠Thank you.■ Tamaki said to her.
⌠You're welcome.■ she said, smiling, then walked back to the desk. Tamaki turned to face the others.
"Well...Let's get going." Tamaki told them, and they followed him to the nearest elevator.
When they arrived to the third floor, a nurse with Carebear-printed scrubs greeted them and led them to a separate room from the rest of the patients. It was a two-patient room with a curtain dividing the beds. The nurse told them that only two could visit at a time, so Tamaki and Kyouya went in to the room first. They noticed that one of the beds was occupied by a young boy about the same age as Haruhi. He looked up from the book he was reading and watched the two as they passed by his bed.
On the other side of the curtain, Haruhi was asleep under a heavy sedative. An oxygen mask still covered her mouth and nose, an IV pumped liquids into her veins, and some other cords ran out from under her hospital smock and connected with a heart monitor. Her chest rose and fell evenly, a good sign. Tamaki let out a breath that, shockingly, he had been holding in for quite some time.
The nurse brought over two chairs and offered them to the two. Tamaki sat down right next to Haruhi's bed in a comfy reclining chair, while Kyouya obliged to sit in a regular wooden chair with a padded seat. The nurse told them that she would leave for a while and give them some time alone with her, along with instructions that if any of the alarms on the machinery were to go off, they were to press the call button on the remote on the bedstand and she would come. She left it at that.
Tamaki brought his hand up to Haruhi's face and brushed a stray hair away from her eyes, then stood and planted a soft kiss on the center of her forehead. Kyouya placed his hand on top of Haruhi's and held it.
"Get well soon, Haruhi." Tamaki whispered.
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Oh my GAWD that was so mushy I could barely stand it! DX
Well, I'm not really sure if the flashback is what really happens when you call for an ambulance, because I've never had that happen to me before, so sorry if it sounds a little over-dramatic and stuff. I tend to get that way with some of my stories. Please review! I NEED CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM!!!! But please, no flaming.