Haruhi POV
Takume walks over to the door and pulls it open.
"Hey Haruhi, can you come in here for a sec?" He asked, realization in his voice.
I hear giggling and Theresa looks up when I walk in. "Haruhi!"
I laugh at her childishness. "Hi, Theresa. How's your leg?"
"It doesn't really hurt that bad anymore, but Takume won't let me leave." She says, pouting like a child a time-out.
"I told you, we need to wait until they come back with your paperwork." Takume says, chuckling at her. "If you wait patiently, I'll take you for ice cream later."
She looks up, still pouting. "You promise?"
"I promise." He says, sounding like a father reasoning with his child.
"Pinky promise?" She says, thrusting her pinky into his face.
He sighs and hooks his pinky with hers. She smiles and flops back against the pillows, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV.
"What did they give her?" I whisper to Takume out of the corner of my mouth.
"Morphine. Lots of morphine." He whispers back, the same way. "Ya know, I actually see it now."
"See what?" I ask, laughing nervously. Theresa didn't spill my secret did she? I wonder how Sempai would react? Would he be mad, would he kick her out? I really like Theresa, she's a cool girl to hang out with. I would hate to lose her friendship.
"Haruhi?" He says, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Sorry, what were you saying?"
"I was saying that I can see why she hangs out with you guys." He says, looking out the window of the hospital room to see the rest of the club members sitting, some of them holding small 'get well' gifts for her. "You guys care a lot about her, don't you?"
I walk over to the bed where Theresa sleeps, the blanket up to her chin like a child at bedtime. "She's a nice person. Though I haven't known her for very long, I feel like she is the closest thing to a best friend I have." I say, smiling at her.
"Are you in her classes?"
"Just a couple, we have a French class together and she comes into the Host Club every once in a while."
"Oh, I didn't know that?" He says, looking hurt.
"Oh, No! No she isn't cheating on you with any of us! She is...um..." How do I make him not so suspicious without telling him the truth!
Suddenly, the door opens and Kyoya walks in. "She is our arrand-girl. She goes out and get us groceries, sets up appointments when I'm busy, she's basically our assistant."
"Really?" Takume says, looking over at her. "I never pegged her to be an assistant to anyone."
We all stand there holding our breath before he shrugs, seemingly not suspicious. I sigh, glad that we didn't need to be rid of Theresa.
Kyoya leaves, making sure the rest of the club didn't cause too much of a ruckus in the hospital.
"Ya' know Haruhi, you make a really convincing boy." Takume says, making me turn around in surprise.
"How did you- Theresa told you, didn't she?"
"It slipped out. She begged me not to tell anyone, she didn't want you to lose your position in the club."
"Are you going to tell?"
"Why would I? There's no point, actually I feel better now that I know you aren't a boy. At least now I know she isn't cheating on me with you."
Before I could reply the door opened and the doctor walked in holding a stack of papers. "Mr. Usugi, I have Theresa's papers. After you sign these, you two can leave."
"Yay!" Theresa yells, jumping up from the bed as quick as should as could with her cast.
I smile at my friend, happy she was getting to leave like she wanted. "Careful not to hurt yourself, T. Or you'll be right back here." I warn, smiling at my injured friend.
Theresa POV
We finally left, the club heading back to school after making me promise to come over for lessons tomorrow. By the time we got to the ice cream parlor, my morphine had worn off, leaving me with an 'ehhhhhh' feeling.
I eat my chocolate sundae, happy I got my treat even though my leg was throbbing inside my cast. I sigh and scratch the skin around my cast, irritated by my cast already. Takume chuckles next to me, making me want to fling hot fudge at his face.
"Is my pain entertaining you?" I say in a low tone, not looking at him, making him laugh harder. I reach across him and push his ice cream in his face and laugh as he makes gagging noises as chocolate ice cream goes up his nose.
"THERESA, WHAT THE HELL?!" He yells, causing the whole restaurant to stare at us in confusion.
"You shouldn't make fun out of my discomfort, you never know what I'll do." I say, chuckling as he wipes the dripping ice cream from his face.
Eventually, we leave the restaurant and head back to the apartment, deciding that we will just watch a movie. I can barely keep my eyes open by the end of the opening credits, happy to have gotten more painkillers for my leg.
A.N~ Thank you to everyone who is keeping up with my story, I'm sorry that I've been taking forever to update it, I've been really swamped with my show ending, school work and now I'm starting another one that has to do with Shakespeare and a Bronx accent, so hopefully I'll be able to do it! If you have any ideas to contribute to the story, feel free to PM me, I would love to hear your ideas! Bye lovelies!