Oh, that last chapter though. Oddly enough, I didn't feel really awful after writing it. Maybe because I am one of those authors that makes everything get better. And it will! I promise! Here's some twins for you; they have gotten so little attention. Sorry my dears!

Kaoru POV

Hika and I woke to absolute silence in the hospital waiting room. Kyoya and Haruhi were sleeping in a chair, totally hands all over kind of stuff. I thought they would like one another, especially since they hated each other when they first met. Hani-senpai had collapsed in front of Mori-senpai's door, slumped and broken-looking. Tamaki, strangely enough, was still awake. I was really surprised, because he was usually the kind to sleep during a crisis. I put my finger to my lips when Hika stared at me funny. I wanted to watch Tamaki.

He tapped his fingers nervously against his knee, the other hand covering what looked like a bracelet on his wrist. Hika and I knew the boss had been keeping his out-of-school life on the down low, but I'd never seen that bracelet before. It was a simple cord, but with a pretty piano key charm. Whoever made it or found it knew Tamaki well, and probably liked him. He probably liked the person back.

A few silent minutes passed, and soon the door to the hospital opened. Someone carrying flowers and a little package obscuring their face stumbled in, wearing an apron and printed t-shirt. Tamaki instantly brightened, taking the flowers and revealing the visitor's face. He, actually a he, had platinum blonde hair and pale skin, and very dark eyes. I didn't know who he was, but he seemed familiar.

"Thank you so much for coming, princess," Tamaki said, keeping quiet, trying not to wake us.

"You know you're the only one I let call me that," the visitor answered.

Tamaki smiled, and it made me almost have to close my eyes from the amount of watts. "Good. I don't want anyone else to have you, Umehito." The newly named Umehito blushed and glared at Tamaki. Total tsun tsun, that one. I could tell.

"I brought Mori-san flowers, and I got you something, because I know you feel really bad."

Tamaki's mouth fell open. "You didn't have to do that."

"So what if I want to buy my boyfriend presents? It isn't a crime." Umehito handed Tamaki the package, and I noticed a red bow on top of it. Holy wow, they were definitely into each other. I didn't know boss was gay. Hm. I should pay more attention.

Tamaki carefully unwrapped the box, first taking off the bow and placing it reverently on Umehito's head, like a priest crowning a new king. Umehito blushed deeper, clearly trying not to. When Tamaki opened the box, he put a hand over his mouth. "You got me amusement park tickets?"

"Yeah. We've only had a couple dates, and you like aquariums and seem like the type to squeal and hold on to me going through a haunted house," at this he smirked, "so I thought they'd be perfect. Do you like it?" he asked, now a little anxious.

"You gave me hours with you. It's more than I could ask for," Tamaki replied. Apparently, boss was a huge romantic in real life, not just at the host club. His boyfriend smiled and kissed him. It was a small kiss, but one that made it look like they loved each other.

The two of them curled up on the couch Tamaki had taken possession of and held one another. Now I knew why boss kept looking toward the door. He was waiting for Umehito to come and comfort him. Love is pretty selfish, and you don't realize it until you see it. For a moment, he just thought about seeing his boyfriend, not about Mori-senpai, or Hani-senpai, or Haru-nee, just about him and Umehito. But everyone could have their minutes of selfishness.

I looked over at Hika as the two of them settled down and fell asleep. The look I gave him said "Stay quiet."

He breathed, "Should we keep this a secret?"

"Of course," I huffed. "Boss deserves to keep this to himself, and tell people when he's ready."

"When did you become the wise one?" Hika laughed quietly.

"I've always been the wise one."

Mori POV

I felt an enormous pain in my head. Red flashed across my vision several times, but I couldn't stop it. I hated feeling so helpless. Mitsukune, can you hear me? I love you.

When someone made everything go black, the lights didn't come back on for a long time. I thought I heard whispering, but maybe the dreams were too thick for me to really know. Seeing the dreams came much later, just a repeating track of Mitsukune telling me he wanted to separate. I tasted the blood as my heart ripped in my chest. Save me, please.

"He's waking up!" someone professional-sounding said. Suddenly, everything was bright and moving, and I just wanted to go back to the warm darkness. Life wasn't kind to me, but sleep would always catch me if I fell.

"Morinozuka-san, you're in the hospital. You hit your head very hard, and all your friends are outside this room waiting to see you." It sounded like a nurse, young and female. I wanted to ask, Which friends? There's exactly one person I need to see right now, and if he isn't here, I don't ever want to wake up.

I nodded to wherever the voice was coming from, and heard a door open. Well, it sort of opened before running into something heavy and virtually immobile. "What the hell? Let a man sleep, will you!" an angry, just-woke-up voice said. Like Mitsukune, or Kyoya.

"Morinozuka-san is awake, if you all want to come see him." The person tripped over their feet getting through the door, while many other pairs of footsteps followed behind them. Seven people entered my room, and I recognized them a second after I saw them. The entire host club and Nekozawa from my class had all gathered at the foot of my bed.

"Are you feeling alright?" Tamaki asked, one hand wrapped around the other wrist. It had become a nervous gesture.

"Give him space," Haruhi scolded. "I was so damn worried about you, senpai. Please be more careful in the future."

"We hope you're okay now," the twin chimed in. Nekozawa didn't say anything, just gave me a look that conveyed what he meant to say. He didn't speak a lot to most people, Nekozawa was usually quiet in class, so that was expected. I was unused to people worrying about me. I wasn't sure I liked the idea of everyone worrying.

I opened my mouth to answer them, but found that no matter how hard I tried, my vocal cords wouldn't move. I tried repeatedly, humming, singing, talking loud, talking softly, but nothing came out. Nothing. If I could laugh, I would have.

Haruhi had a feeling about what was going on, because she asked the nurse where I'd hit my head. "Morinozuka-san thankfully didn't hit the base of his skull or the very front, but he did hit the left front side of his head to the point of a concussion or true brain damage."

She swore softly, saying to me, "That's the area that controls producing language." Kyoya stared at her in surprise, and she glared at him, saying, "I skipped a grade and like biology. Just because you're a doctor's son doesn't mean you know everything. Anyway, Mori-senpai can't speak until some of the damage is repaired."

A bitter laugh came from the corner of the room, hidden behind everyone else. "You speak to few in the first place, and then speech is taken away from you. Who's screwing with the chessboard?"

"I think you two need a moment," Haruhi said, ushering my friends out of the room. When the door closed again, she revealed Mitsukune, with dark shadows under his eyes, and a hunch in his shoulders, his blonde hair messy and fire burning in his expression. He was afraid and angry and exhausted and sad, and I held my arms out.

Mitsukune fell into them and began to cry. I kissed him on the forehead many times, running my fingers through his hair and over his spine. He eventually climbed into the cot with me, whispering, "I'm so sorry," over and over, as if he was scared I couldn't hear him. I couldn't answer him, but I kissed him so much to tell him I loved him and that I forgave him and I knew he just wanted to help me, and mostly that I loved him.

He held onto me for hours; the nurses didn't enter the room, probably because Haruhi warned them out. I laced my fingers with his, and wound my legs through his. We were together, and I was convinced nothing could hurt us.

Hikaru POV

And this was where all the bachelors end up at the end of a scene: hanging out in a hospital waiting room, alone but for their sleeping twin brothers. This was me, without a girlfriend like Kyoya and without a boyfriend like Mori-senpai and the boss. What kind of shitty luck did I have?

When the boredom got to be too much, I walked up to the front desk, noticing a moderately pretty girl sitting there. "Hello, lovely. Can you and I entertain one another for a moment?" I asked, my elbow leaning on the desk.

She grinned at me, but replied, "Who the hell do you think I am? I have to do a job here, you know."

I gaped at her. "Okay, I'm going to ignore that for a minute. Can I at least know your name if you're insulting me?"

"I wasn't insulting you. I was stating a fact. And my name is Zoe." She had boyishly cut brown hair, and blue eyes. Zoe was obviously foreign, maybe American.

"What would you be doing in an Otori hospital when you're underage for a medical job?"

Zoe smirked. "I'm precocious. And what is a high school boy doing in a pretty damn expensive hospital?"

"One of my friends and senpais got hurt, so," I looked over at the rest of the club, "I'm here for him."

Her expression softened a little, but barely. "You brought your entourage with you, I see?"

"More like they brought me." I was sure my expression softened a little more than I wanted it to.

Zoe grinned, and it was kind of quirky and cute. Hell if I knew why I thought this girl I'd never seen in my life was cute of all things. "I wouldn't mind a distraction right about now. Tell me a story, and maybe we can hang out when I'm not in the middle of working a life-saving job."

I took a deep breath. "My twin brother and I have always been together, and we always depended on each other. One day, this weird blonde guy comes up to us and asks to be our friend. We told him he had to tell us apart first.

"That bastard," I said with a laugh, "would not freaking give up on telling us apart. He followed us for months, trying to find distinctions and differences. And we realized that we were never going to find another person as weird and interesting as him, so we let him in. He came with people, of course. Tamaki had a sister, or so we thought, and a couple of senpais that dated. Kaoru and I are very happy to have them."

"See, you aren't that bad at stories." Zoe had a small smile on her face. "Tell me another one."

Maybe the bachelors have something the couples don't: the cute girl across the counter with the short hair.

I borrowed my bestie's name. Forgive me! And I'm finishing this in a hotel two hours from home, so that's how much I love you all. Also not prewritten, so... forgive me for that too. Hearts to y'all!