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Normal POV

It had been 2 days since the accident. Haruhi hadn't moved yet. The nurses were getting anxious and where watching her very closely, almost like hawks. They were afraid that she had fallen into a coma, and would have to wake up on her own.

Haruhi POV

'Where am I?" I thought. I tried opening my eyes, but they were not listening and stayed shut. I felt like my body was glued to whatever I was laying down on- or at least I thought I was laying down- and it was so stuck that I couldn't even twitch. I laid there, like that for what seemed like hours maybe even days. The minutes ticked by and I sat by myself for what felt like eternity.

Then finally I heard something.

'Beep, Beep, Beep'

I still couldn't see or talk but if I could've I would have sighed with relief. The noise started to get louder and the suddenly it all came backvat once. My sight, hearing, movement, and voice. I gasped at how forcefully it was brought back and struggled to catch my breath. Once I got a grip I looked around, taking in my surroundings.

I was in a small, white room, decorated with- well nothing. It was bland and unfamiliar. Nothing like the big, pink music room back at Ouran.I started to wonder how I had got into this place. It seemed to be some kind of hospital room, with beeping monitors and IVs. I had one in my arm and it was pumping some kind of sickly white fluid into my veins. It made me feel nauseous and I looked away. I started to hear footsteps at the door and the know turned.

A tall broad shouldered man with mousy brown hair and glasses that covered his blue eyes walked into the room. He was wearing a long white lab coat, so I assumed that he was a doctor.

"Excuse me sir?"

My voice was raspy and my lips were cracked. It hurt to talk. He looked at me as if realizing I was there for the first time, and his eyes widened. His mouth was agape and he struggled for words. Suddenly he ran over to the monitor that seemed to be keeping track of my heart rate.

"I need some nurses in here right now. Ms. Fujioka is awake! Call Dr. Ootori and tell him to inform Master Kyoya please." The middle aged doctor ordered.

'Kyoya?' I thought. 'What is going on? How did I get here?'

"What happened to me?" I asked. The doctor turned around again to face me, his excitement slightly fading as he heard my question. In fact he tried his best to hide his frown, although he failed.

"You see, Ms. Fujioka-san-"

"Haruhi, call me Haruhi." I requested. He seemed taken aback by my outburst to drop the honorific, but regained his posture and continued.

"Yes, well, Haruhi you see you got into an accident. You severely damaged your lungs and liver and your lucky that your alive."

I frowned. "How exactly did that happen?" I asked.

He chuckled. "You were... crushed by a rack at the grocery store. An item hit your head and you blacked out." He said nervously. 'Well what an odd way to end up almost dead.' I mused.

"So when do I get to leave? I want to see my friends and make sure they know Im alright." He smiled that sad smile again.

"See thats the thing Ms. F- Haruhi. You can't leave. I really hate to tell you this but with the damage done to your liver and lungs, you don't have much time left. You might want to tell your friends goodbye."

And with that he exited the room leaving me on the bed shocked and scared, not believing that I would never see anything but this dull room again.

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Kyoya POV

I almost cried with joy! Haruhi was awake!

I had heard about her accident first and called all my doctors immediately. I stood there staring at my phone, grinning like an idiot. Then I realized who I was and where I was and my grin vanished.

I am Kyoya Ootori, third son of the Ootori family. I do not cry or grin. I am a cruel, emotionless man.I cleared my throat and looked around to make sure nobody saw me smiling and dialed a few numbers on my cell phone. I was calling my private driver to immediately take me to the hospital. I wanted to make sure Haruhi was okay. I had visited her everyday while she was asleep. Not that anyone in the club knew that. I am the Shadow King and I do not care whether Haruhi is okay or not. The only reason that I would grieve is because I lost profit. Or at least thats what they all thought.

When I saw the sleek black limousine pull up onto the curb, I swiftly stepped inside, closing the door behind me. "652 New Jensen St." I said. He sped off, heading straight for the hospital.

-...-...-

I stepped into the doors and straightened my crisp Ouran Uniform.

"Ms. Haruhi Fujioka." I told the receptionist cooly.

"Im sorry, Ms. Fujioka's visiting hours are over but if you-" "Madame, do you know who I am?" I interrupted. This was a waste of my time. But no matter, I know she will let me in, she'll have to. If she likes her job. Or for that matter, living in Japan.

"No, Im sorry sir. Now please don't make me call security." I chuckled. "Miss, I own the security. My name is Kyoya Ootori, and I want to visit Miss. Fujioka immediately." She looked at me with wide eyes.

"Yes sir, I'm so sorry sir. I had no idea-" "Its fine now if you'd be so kind as to show me to where she is currently staying?" She nodded and started walking briskly down a hallway. She stopped at a room labeled 236 and extended her arm, pointing it toward the door. " And if you should need anything, anything at all Mister Kyoya, you are welcome to call me at anytime." She said. I nodded and opened the door. People were always like that when I told then who I was. It was pathetic.

I sighed and stepped inside. I looked around the small room, raising my eyebrow at the dullness. Then I noticed Haruhi.

She was sitting on the small hospital cot, looking pale and sick. She was obliviously sleeping this time though, because instead of lying still and still she her chest was rising slowly up and down. Her breathing seemed somewhat shaky. It worried me and I pressed the buzzer on her heart monitor.

Not ten seconds later did a doctor appear. He seemed to be in his 50s and he had grayish brow hair that stuck up in wild curls. "Ah, Master Kyoya, welcome. Miss Halizu told me that you were here. What seems to be the problem?" I assumed that Miss Halizu was the receptionist and decided not to question it.

"Yes, well I noticed that Ms. Fujioka's breathing is somewhat shaky. Should I- or anyone, be concerned?" His face turned grim and I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Um, Im quite sorry to inform you, Master Kyoya, but Miss Fujioka's breathing is shaky for a reason. You see when the accident happened, the rack hit her in the stomach causing her to lose her breath. She didn't breathe for so long that her lungs just stopped pumping altogether, because her body was telling them that they didn't need to. We have her hooked up to an oxygen machine right now, but soon we won't have enough oxygen to keep her going. Plus she served severe liver injuries, due to falling objects. She has 2 weeks max. Im sorry." I realized that I hadn't been breathing and I started to gasp.

"What do you mean... she has... 2 weeks?" I said between breaths. 'He's just trying to scare you Kyoya. Come on this is Haruhi were talking about. She will stick it through.' Said a little voice in my head.

"She gonna die Master Kyoya." The man said, his voice a little more firm.

I hissed and tried to refrain from hitting him. "Fix her!" I nearly yelled.

"Master Kyouya, I can't do that! Im sorry..." I sank sown onto my knees. "What can I do?" I asked on the verge of tears. "I suggest you wake her up and say your goodbyes." With that he left the room. I looked over at the sleeping angel lying on the bed. She doesn't deserve this. I decided to shake her to wake her up. "Haruhi." I whisper. "Haruhi, wake up."

She blinks and looks at me. She seems confused. "Kyoya? What are you doing here?"

I tried to find the right words. "Haruhi... I-I heard about...your accident. And I also heard about how your not going to be leaving the hospital."

'Way to go you idiot. That was stupid.' I thought as I saw her eyes well up with tears. "I see. Well, I guess this is how you are gonna say goodbye then?"

I looked at her opening my mouth and then shutting it. I probably looked like a fish out of water. I decided to cut to the chase. "Haruhi, I know I was never all that nice to you. Well to be completely fair, I was never nice to you. But I want you to know, that you really do mean a lot to me. You were the first person to crack my stone wall that I worked so hard to build. You are the best friend -besides Tamaki- that Ive ever had. Im so privileged to have met someone so brave, and strong, and beautiful. You are the last person to deserve this, and you should know that I still have hope for you, no matter what that doctor says. You have always pulled through tough times and I have a feeling you will this time. I love you Haruhi, and I want you to know that." She smiled.

"Sempi, no matter how hard I try I still can't figure you out. Are you bipolar?" I chuckled and kissed her forehead. She seemed tired and her eyelids were drooping.

"Goodbye Sempi." She whispered. "Goodbye Haruhi." Then she fell asleep. I smiled a little and stood up. I slowly walked out of the room turning back once more to look at the sleeping girl who might never see me again. I closed the door and waited for the click. Then I dropped down on my knees and cried silent sobs, that she would never see.

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