Chapter Two

Haruhi sat up in her bed, a sheen of sweat glazing her forehead. She can't sleep. She hasn't been able to since the accident. School has been...awful. All the color has seemed to have left the world.

Homework piles up and she can't stop her thoughts from straying. But she needs to stop them. She needs to focus and keep her honor's spot. She needs him to wake up.

Haruhi glances at her clock. It's a Saturday today… and it's time to go to the hospital. Everyday she goes there. Everyday there's no change, the doctors tell her the same robotic line 'It's too soon to tell'. The bags under her eyes are more prominent and her friends' demeanors are no better.

There hasn't been a host club meeting since that day. It's not right. If he's not there how are they supposed to hold the club? His club. It is his club no matter what he says. He got Kyoya and the twins to break out of their shells, he got Honey and Mori to be themselves. He's the one who dragged Haruhi in.

The letters of sympathy from all their guests have gone unchecked. There's only one thing that's been altered in the host club files. Kyoya placed an order for a fog machine.

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"He...woke up.." Kyoya said.

"If that's so, why do you sound so reluctant?" Haruhi questioned. Kyoya sighed.

"He hasn't responded to the doctor's tests… and that could mean -"

"Stop. I know what that means Kyoya-senpai. But I don't believe that's true." Haruhi said forcefully. Kyoya sighed...again.

"Haruhi-"

"Let me see him." Haruhi looked Kyoya in the eyes. "Let me see him Kyoya-senpai. I'm not going to break down, I'm not fragile. Let. Me. See. Him,"

Kyoya blinked and slowly stepped aside to let Haruhi into Tamaki's room. She walked in and was greeted with a sight she never wanted to see. Tamaki lay still on the bed, surrounded by doctors and nurses. His usually bright skin was a pale, sickly color.

"Push 20 cc's and we'll try again later.. yes.. okay.." The doctors and nurses were messing with the tubes that punctured Tamaki's arms. Haruhi silently sat down in a chair next to Tamaki's bed and held his hand.

Today, there were no tears. Today, she wasn't shaking or sobbing. Because today, Tamaki would wake up. He would re-enter the world of the living, and be his usual obnoxious self from now 'till forever. Haruhi will go to hell and back to ensure this.

Although, this pretty much feels like hell. It's time to go back.

"Wake him up," Haruhi said. All motion in the room ceased.

"Miss Fujioka-" The doctor began.

"No, wake him up." Haruhi said, emotionless.

"Miss, he didn't respond to anything when we first reversed the morphine." One of the nurses said. Haruhi's eyes narrowed.

"How long ago did you do this?" She asked.

"About 5 hours," The doctor replied.

"Wake him up." Haruhi repeated. "It's been long enough."

"But when he didn't respond, it's because he wasn't -"

"Ready," Haruhi finished. "He wasn't ready the first time, but now he is. He's ready now, and he will respond because we're all here." The doctors and nurses looked at her.

"All of us.. the Host Club. We're here. 5 hours ago we weren't." Haruhi continued. Kyoya motioned for the rest of the club to come in. "And he will respond because there is nothing Tamaki-senpai holds higher than his family. And we are his family. Wake him up,"

The doctors and nurses seemed unsure.

"Do as she says." Kyoya commanded. With that, the medication flowing into Tamaki's veins was cut off and they began to rise Tamaki from anesthesia. All in the room held their breath as they waited for Tamaki to wake up.

Slowly, slowly, Tamaki's eyelids began to flutter. Haruhi's grip on his hand tightened as she silently pleaded. His eyes blearily opened and the doctor's shined a light in his eyes, checking for brain function.

"Mr. Suoh? Can you hear me?" The doctor asked. Tamaki didn't respond, his eyelids still drooping. "Can you follow the light with your eyes?" The doctor asked as he moved his light back and forth slowly. This time, Tamaki's eyes tracked the small light.

"That's good, it means there's still brain function." One of the nurses commented to the waiting crowd.

"It's not as if he had much of one to begin with." Kyoya said. The other members of the host club brightened at this, glad that he was able to joke again -albeit a bit darkly, but that's how Kyoya is. This means things couldn't be so bad.. right?

"Senpai?" Haruhi croaked, leaning forwards. After a pause she felt a slight squeeze coming from Tamaki's hand. She stared down at it then whipped her head back up to look at him. The host club caught this and let out the breaths that cleared the lumps in their throats.

"This is good progress," The doctor said happily. "He responded to the visual tests, and he seems to be regaining brain function."

"What can we do?" Hikaru asked, speaking for the first time that morning. The doctor glanced at Haruhi.

"I think if you talk to him, that would do him the most good." The doctor replied. The host club nodded. "He will know he has people waiting for him to wake up, and that might speed up his recovery," The doctor smiled.

"So… he's okay?" Kaoru asked cautiously.

"Well, it's still hard to say for sure, but right now he's stable and regaining function. We still want to -oof!" He was cut off by Honey-senpai running past him and almost jumping onto Tamaki's bed. Mori-senpai held him back.

"TAMA-CHAN!" Honey-senpai cried, tears of relief spilling down his cheeks. Hikaru and Kaoru went to join the others at Tamaki's bed. The doctor turned back to Kyoya, the only one still there.

"We are going to be monitoring him constantly. There's still a high chance of another brain bleed so we have to watch for that." The doctor finished. Kyoya nodded.

"I've left my mobile phone number with the staff. Keep me notified on everything." Kyoya demanded. The doctor nodded firmly, understanding he could not sugar-coat things with Kyoya.

Almost all the doctors and nurses filed out of the room as Kyoya made his way over to Tamaki's bed. Hikaru, Kaoru and Honey-senpai were all talking animatedly to Tamaki's sleeping form. They had pushed some more morphine since Tamaki needed rest. Haruhi was still gripping Tamaki's hand firmly.

Kyoya crossed his arms as a small smile made it's way to his lips, and his eyes steeled with determination. Tamaki will get through this. He know's he will. Because Kyoya's tried everything in his power to get rid of the energetic blonde, and there's no way the idiot is going to leave without his permission.

And let's be clear. He does not have his permission.

AN: Hi! Sorry this chapter is so short (and so late), but I kinda lost inspiration. If anyone has any ideas for this story I'd love to hear them :)