Karson27: And now you're dying.

Me: And now I'm dying and you're on your way back to Japan.

Karson27: That's one extreme way to get us on a plane.

Me: I couldn't think of a worse idea.

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I'd been in worse situations, though I couldn't think of any at the moment. Everything was kind of blurring together. I couldn't really remember the whole reason I ended up in the hospital. Just bits and pieces.

Takeshi coming in my room.

Coughing.

Blood.

The the hospital came in sometime later. Takeshi was in the chair beside me. Looking like his arm had been ripped off. I had and oxygen thing on my face and it was making my nose itch. Honey was on the other side, fiddling with his bunny anxiously.

Then, the rest of the host club arrived. It must have been really bad then. They all looked really freaked out.

"Tailyr, how do you feel?" Lily asked, trying to sound soothing but I wasn't so messed up that I didn't notice the waver of fear and concern.

"Like I have the school sitting on me," I rasped painfully slow. "Kinda sucks."

They looked at each other worriedly. I wondered what I was missing exactly but then I decided that it was best to not say anything at all. I probably didn't want to know anyway.

-Karsyn-

Getting to Japan was a lot more difficult that it used to be. It took us a whole week and three days to get everything sorted out. I couldn't believe it. It wasn't this difficult to leave there but then I remembered we had the headmaster's platinum card to purchase everything. People and their classes.

But we did finally make it. After we got off the plane, we were greeted by one of the Suohs' drivers, since we'd contacted the headmaster about our return. He was going to let us stay at his mansion again and thankfully didn't hold any animosity towards Marx and I for bailing in the middle of the year. We went straight to the hospital despite the horrendous jet lag.

A nurse showed us our way. Every step was hard. I didn't know what to expect exactly. Kyoya's description wasn't really a description at all. He just said "You need to get here. This might be your last chance to see your best friend." Finally, the nurse pushed the door open and Marx and I stepped in.

I never thought that my best friend would ever look so fragile. She was pale and her eyes were sunken in from lack of sleep and poor health. There was an IV hooked to her left hand and a oxygen thing on her nose. She offered Marx and I weak smiles as we entered.

"Sup guys?" she asked, her voice wavering weakly. Marx bumped knuckles with her.

"How you feeling?" I asked, which seemed like a stupid question because it was obvious that she wasn't doing too good. I wanted to kick myself.

"Like I have an elephant sitting on my chest," she coughed, a deep throaty sound. It was slightly painful to listen to. "Gross. You guys are a long way from home, don't you think?"

"We would've ran across the ocean to be here," Marx said sincerely looking at his sister like she had hands growing out of her head.

Tailyr laughed for a breath but then she started coughing again. "Damn," she grunted.

"When do you get to leave?"

She shrugged. "Nobody tells me anything," she said dizzily. "The doctors only talk to Kyoya and Takeshi anymore. I'm not really coherent enough most of the time."

"Why do they talk to ... Kyoya?" I asked, nearly spitting his name out. It tasted like sauerkraut.

"His family owns this hospital. I guess that's why they're treating me so nice. Course, I haven't seen the bill," she hacked a little more and I flinched. She kept her mouth cover and reached over to the bedside table. There was a tissue box sitting on it. She wiped her mouth and hand with the tissue. I noticed the blood. "But what ever. Takeshi almost never leaves. I just sent him home to get some real sleep. He's killing himself hanging around here like this."

No sooner had Tailyr finished, the door opened and Takeshi came in, his eyes sagging and dark from lack of sleep. His hair looked wilder than usual and his clothes were wrinkled from being slept in for a few days. Tailyr wasn't lying. He was a mess. He came right in, not acknowledging Marx and I and sat in the seat next to Tailyr's bed, laying his head down, wrapping his arms around it. Tailyr weakly stroked her boyfriend's head, her fingers sliding through his hair.

"I thought I told you to go home. You're going to kill yourself," she said slowly and worriedly.

"Fine," he grunted, shifting a little.

"Mori-sempai, are you good with staying here for a while?" I asked stiffly.

He nodded, though he didn't lift his head. I shared a look with Tailyr. She attempt to shrug but that seemed to tire her more than a seven inning softball game.

I motioned for Marx to follow me as I left. I hunted every hallway, looking for Kyoya, though I didn't really want to talk to him. I had been hoping to avoid talking to him the whole time that I was in Japan but he was the only one with the answers at the moment and I was willing to suck it up. For Tailyr.

Finally we found him, sleeping in an office that he'd claimed as his and the host clubs'. He was slouched forward on the desk, his glasses sitting askew, still on his face. I jabbed him in the shoulder.

"Hey. Wake up," I snapped, my voice daring him to go Devil Man on me but it didn't seem like he had the energy to lash out at anyone.

"Karsyn?" he breathed, like he was totally amazed that I'd sought him out. He looked a little rough too. He had dark circles under his eyes and his hair was slightly jostled which was amazing. He was usually so prim and proper.

"I'm not here for you. I wanna know about Tailyr," I demanded, crossing my arms in front of me. "Tell me everything you know."

He adjusted his glasses, sighing as he sat up. He stretched a little before answering my demand. "It's not looking good," he admitted. "The doctors say that it's going to get a lot worse before it gets better and ... stronger men than her have died with better lung capacity to start with." He sounded pained.

That made me take a step back. He was basically telling me that my best friend was going to die. I knew that Tailyr's lungs were weak but … I just couldn't wrap my head around this.

I heard a thump behind me and I jumped. Marx had fallen back against the wall, his hazel-green eyes wide and shocked. It looked like someone had just punched him in the stomach. I took a step to the side in case he decided to rid his stomach of his in-flight meal. He gave a loud racking sob and buried his face in his hands. I just stared at him, wondering why I couldn't do the same thing.

I just couldn't process it.

"Karsyn," Kyoya said slowly, reaching out for me.

I jumped back from his reach, staring wide eyed at him.

"You look like you're about to pass out. Maybe you should sit down. Here." He came around the desk and guided me over to the couch that was in the room. I hadn't noticed it when we'd walked in.

I sat, staring blankly ahead. Marx's sobs filled the room. I understood it but I was really too stunned to rationalize everything that was happening. Maybe it was the jet lag finally kicking in. I was too tired to soak everything in? Maybe?

The door opened and Lily came in, with the rest of the host club, minus Honey. I figured that he went to see his cousin. Lily started for me but I signaled her over to Marx. He was about to go into hysterics. I'd never seen the boy actually freak completely out but from the minor freak outs he had around me, I didn't want to see a total meltdown.

"Karsyn," Tamaki said, his voice low and serious. "Would you like to go out for some air with me? You look like you could use it."

"S-Sure," I stammered, rising to my feet once more.

Tamaki and I went outside, to the hospital's gardens. It was still winter and there was snow on the ground in little drifts where it had been deeper when the snow had actually fallen and been shoveled to the side. The coolness really did wonders for how I was feeling.

It woke me up and things started to set in.

"Tamaki," I said. He had been walking along with me so quietly that I'd almost forgotten about him being there.

"Hm? Yes Karsyn?" he said, sounding a little surprised that I was speaking to him.

"Why did this have to happen?" I asked.

"I don't know. These kind of things tend to happen without real reason at all. It's just coincidence I think."

That wasn't what I wanted to hear. I didn't know what I wanted to hear exactly but I didn't want to hear that.

"How bad was it?" I asked.

"Hm?"

"When Marx and I left … How bad was it?" I repeated, looking down at the ground.

Tamaki sighed, thinking over his words before he answered my question. That worried me. "Everyone was really upset about it. Mostly because we didn't know why you left. At least, not the whole story. It was harder on Kyoya and Tailyr-sempai."

I had guessed that. "What … What happened with them?" I asked cautiously, wondering if I wanted to know.

"Well, Tailyr-sempai was very angry with Kyoya for a long time. They were both pretty depressed. They really didn't say anything to anyone. Tailyr-sempai didn't come to school for two whole days. We were all really worried but it was like one day she decided that she was going to be alright. I mean, you could tell that she was still upset about it. We weren't even allowed to mention you guys around her."

"And Kyoya?"

Tamaki chuckled a little. "I've never see him so human," he said lightly. "He's never been so emotional. I could tell when he'd been crying for long periods of time. He still does that. I know he thinks about you still too. He's been pretty mopey and depressed. He can't even pick on Haruhi about her debt."

That was pretty bad depression then. There was nothing Kyoya loved more than money and hanging his power over everyone else's heads.

"And I know what you're thinking and you're wrong," he said suddenly.

"What?" I blinked at him.

"What you're thinking about Kyoya. He does care about more than money and power," Tamaki explained. "You just have to understand where he came from."

I wrinkled my nose at him. "Care to explain that?" I asked.

"Why don't you ask Tailyr-sempai to explain it to you?" he suggested. "She knows."

"I don't think that she's in any condition to be telling what she thinks about Kyoya's family."

"It's not what she thinks. It's what she knows," he winked at me and turned back around. "Shall we go back inside? You're not quite dressed for the weather."

"Sure," I said slowly.

-Kyoya-

Seeing Karsyn took a lot out of me. Especially as upset as she was. I didn't know how much of it was my fault but then again. Maybe I was putting myself up on a pedestal. Chances were, she wasn't even thinking about. She probably didn't want me anymore. I couldn't blame her.

I was an ass.

I didn't know what to do. I wanted to see her. I wanted to talk to her. To beg her for forgiveness but she had more important things to worry about. Her best friend was dying for Christ's sakes. How selfish was I to even consider...? No. I was just going to suck it up and keep my mouth shut.

"Kyoya," Tailyr said slowly. I knew that it was hard for her to talk so I instantly gave her my attention. Mori had left the room for a moment so it was just us. I didn't recall Mori leaving for the last few days but I thought that he had went to speak with Karsyn and Marx.

"Yes?"

"Don't you dare … give up," she warned pointing a finger at me.

I looked at her. She wasn't a mind reader. How did she know what I was thinking? "I don't know what you're talking about," I coughed awkwardly.

Tailyr gave me a knowing smirk. "Don't give me that," she croaked. "I can see it in your eyes... It's written all over your face … You have to keep trying … You two … Need each other." She coughed heavily. "Everyone knows."

The door opened and Karsyn, Marx, and Mori came in. Tailyr smirked and winked at me.

Amazing. Simply amazing.

This was kind of a depressing chapter. Its again slow. This sequel is more dramatized than the first one I think. The first one had more action in it, that's for sure. I hope this wasn't a total flop... Ha. Anyway. Thanks for reading and sticking this far! PLEASE REVIEW!