Hikaru hated hospitals. Hospitals reminded him of it.

The ambulance raced down the street. Hikaru held Haruhi's hand as the paramedics did their work on Haruhi. Haruhi looked so scared. Tears ran down her face. Every few minutes she would scream in pain.

"Shush, Haruhi it'll be okay."

Haruhi just screamed in pain and grasped his hand tighter.

Hikaru pulled on the outfit. He had found it in a supply closet. He didn't think anyone would care if one went missing for awhile. His only goal was not to get caught.

Hikaru walked out of the bathroom he had been hiding in to get changed and stepped into the elevator. He looked at the numbers. They were labeled on the side as to what area was on which floor. Intensive care was floor 4.

Once he got there he walked to the receptionist's desk.

"Can you tell me which room Fujioka Haruhi is in?" Hikaru flashed her one of "his smiles"

"Room 11. I've never seen you around here before," she looked him over once.

"I just started." He smiled again.

"You know, if you need any help finding anything…"

"As much as I would love to stay and chat, I've got to go attend to my patient."

"Oh… yeah…" her face turned bright red. "See you around."

"See ya." He waved.

Hikaru stepped into room eleven. There laid poor Haruhi, her brown hair gone, her skin so pale it was almost transparent. Her eyes were dark. She was asleep. He walked over and grabbed her hand. The room looked nothing like it had last time she was in the hospital.

Hikaru looked around the room. Haruhi lay in the bed in the center of the room. The rest of the room was packed with flowers, cards, and balloons. The room looked so cheery but still… the atmosphere was sad.

Hikaru sat down on the edge of her bed. Haruhi just laid there, staring at the ceiling.

"Hey, honey. How are you?" Hikaru asked. Haruhi continued to stare at the ceiling. "Not a good day, huh?" He took her hand. "They said that tomorrow you'll be able to go home." Haruhi responded to this.

"No," she said.

"Haruhi, you've been in here for almost a whole week. Going home will be a good thing for you."

"I don't want to." She shook her head.

"But Haruhi, this is something that you and I need to deal with at home."

"No, it's not. There's nothing to deal with."

Hikaru sighed. "I miss you Haruhi. Please, come back to me soon." Hikaru kissed her hand. He stepped out of the room and towards the elevator. He ran out the entrance doors, because being inside the hospital was suffocating him.

So I hope you guys enjoyed it. Sorry if it's getting sad and sorry it's such a short chapter. I'll try to make the next one longer. If you guys can guess why Haruhi was in the hospital the first time, in the flashback, comment.

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Unfortunately, someone reported us for abuse for updating author notes instead of whole chapters. Apparently it's in the guidelines that you are not allowed to do this. So, it looks like I'll have to repost everything. I was really hoping I wouldn't have to. I hope you'll read them again if I have to do this.

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