Hello, all! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! It's one of the longer ones in this particular story!

There's going to be a lot of drama coming up (probably in the next chapter), and I can't wait to see what you all think of it!

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(I just realized I use a lot of exclamation points...sorry... -.-U)

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Previously...

Kyoya grasped his arm, which had begun to burn with a radiating pain. He pulled his hand away to see bright red blood staining his entire hand. He barely registered when a phone was placed into his outstretched hand. A cough from one of the still-staring clients pulled him back to reality, and he dialed an all too familiar number.

"Moshi Moshi?" He heard from the other end. A sob ripped through his chest; oh how he had missed her voice.

"Haruhi…"

"K-Kyoya…?" She sounded so lost, so…small…

Kyoya fell to the floor, the adrenaline wearing off. He was in a crowd now; there was nothing Kai could do to him.

"Haruhi…help…" He croaked weakly into the phone before the darkness consumed him.

And now...

Haruhi

Haruhi froze at the sound of the voice she had been longing to hear.

Kyoya...the one person she had been dying to hear from...had just called her. In her surprise, she almost dropped the phone.

"Haruhi...help..." She heard him plead.

"Kyoya? Kyoya! Come on...Kyoya!" She shouted into the phone, trying to get him to talk once more.

"Hello?" An elderly woman's voice greeted her from the other end.

"Hello...who is this?" Haruhi asked, slightly worried.

"Your...friend here stumbled in to my coffee shop and asked for a phone. He's collapsed and bleeding pretty badly. What even happened to this poor boy?"

"He's bleeding?! What address are you at? I can call an ambulance. I will be there shortly, and I promise that I will explain everything. Just...don't let him leave with anyone until I get there. I have really short, brown hair. I'll be wearing a dark blue sweatshirt."

The woman gave Haruhi the information for the coffee shop before hanging up and allowing Haruhi to call the Ootori's hospital to get the ambulance there.

"Just hang in there, Kyoya…please…" Haruhi pleaded as she climbed in to the limo parked in front of Ouran. She had only called Mori rather than the rest of the hosts, just in case the kidnapper came after them.

When the two of them finally arrived at the coffee shop, Haruhi noticed that there was a cluster of people surrounding something inside the shop. She took off running, and she pushed through the throng of people before spotting the elderly woman she assumed to be the owner.

"I'm here. The ambulance is on the way." Haruhi rushed out before kneeling next to her fallen boyfriend.

"Kyoya…? Kyoya, love…I'm here. I'm here now." Haruhi cooed, resting Kyoya's head in her lap.

She saw his eyelids begin to flutter, and she ran her thin fingers through his matted hair.

"H-Haru…Haruhi…?" He choked out as he opened his eyes.

Haruhi nodded and smiled before leaning down to kiss him on the forehead.

"Oh, Kyoya…you don't know how much I've missed you…I…we…I…I was so afraid that I would never see you again…" Haruhi sobbed brokenly. Where was the damned ambulance?!

Kyoya smiled weakly and reached his arm up to brush her tears away. "M-Missed…you too…"

That was when she heard the sirens in the distance. Maybe everything would be alright now.

"I'm here now…No one is going to take you away from me…" Haruhi whispered lovingly.

She felt a heavy hand on her shoulder and turned to see Mori behind her.

"They're here for him." He said evenly, assessing Kyoya's battered body.

When the medics came for Kyoya, Haruhi instinctively held on to him tighter.

"Haruhi." Mori squeezed her shoulder, reminding her that they were there to help Kyoya.

She nodded once in affirmation. "C-Can I go with him…please?" Haruhi asked desperately.

One of the team nodded, and Haruhi hopped in the back of the ambulance, taking her place at Kyoya's side.

"You'll tell the others?" Haruhi asked Mori, who merely nodded once.

"Thank you from the bottom of my heart…" Haruhi said to the owner of the shop.

"Not to worry, my dear…when he's all healed, you two had better come for a visit!" She said cheerfully.

Haruhi managed a smile and nodded before the ambulance doors closed and the vehicle lurched into motion.

Haruhi was lost in her thoughts on the way to the hospital. This all felt too easy...too simple...no one had been able to get a lock on Kyoya for the past week and now suddenly, here he was. Right in front of her. She watched him breathe and noticed that his chest seemed dented at points. She gathered that he probably had a couple of broken ribs. There were bruises all over his body, and his clothes were soaked with blood. She wondered how he even had enough blood to bleed this much. When she had put his head on her lap, Haruhi had not noticed the blood leaking from his back or gushing out of his arm. Glancing up at her love, she saw Kyoya's eyes flicker to her face, and she gave him a small, sad smile. He returned the smile weakly and grasped her hand. Haruhi's heart leaped at the feeling of his hand in hers. She truly had missed him.

The medic in the back of the ambulance was trying desperately to get Kyoya's back to stop bleeding, but it did not seem to be working very well. She watched, mesmerized as they attempted to cauterize the wounds to help in stop losing so much blood.

Soon, they were at the hospital, and Haruhi got out first, still holding onto Kyoya's hand. He was wheeled out of sight, and Haruhi sat down heavily on one of the chairs in the waiting room. This was the Ootori hospital...there was nothing to worry about.

Someone approached her with a clipboard overflowing with papers. "Are you here with the young man who was just brought in?" A high-pitched, airy voice asked.

"Y-Yes..."

"You need to fill out these papers with his information."

Haruhi shakily took the papers and began to slowly fill them out. Her tears (whether they were of relief or worry, she was not sure) smudged the ink at some points. His family owned the hospital and she still had to fill out paperwork? What kind of injustice was this?

On the other hand, she supposed it gave her something to do while she waited for Kyoya to get out of surgery. By the time all of the information was filled out, she had run out of tears.

Two hours later, she was lounging in one of the waiting room chairs. She had spent a good amount of time wearing a hole into the floor of the waiting room before the others, who had joined her about an hour and a half ago, forced her to sit down.

She sighed tiredly and made to close her eyes, but just as she was greeting the cusp of dream-land, a doctor emerged from the emergency room doors.

"Who is here with the male victim that was brought in earlier?" She asked.

"His name is Kyoya Ootori." Haruhi growled. Everyone was referring to him as "the victim" and she was getting really sick of it. Kyoya would not want that label on him, and even though it was true, Haruhi hated the idea of him being victimized.

The doctor's eyes widened, and Haruhi could see the recognition flitting through them before the doctor regained her composure.

"He is out of surgery, but he sustained extensive damage. He had five broken ribs, three cracked ribs, multiple deep wounds all over his back, a gunshot wound on his upper left arm, bruised organs, a severe concussion, and several other wounds."

Haruhi gasped, feeling tears brim once again. God dammit! She thought she was done with crying!

"Is…is he awake?" Haruhi asked shakily.

"Not quite yet, but you may go and sit with him until he wakes up. Only one person may do so, though."

Haruhi hung her head, figuring that Tamaki or Kyoya's father, when he finally got here, would want to have the honor. But when she felt a hand on her shoulder, she looked over to see Tamaki smiling at her.

"I think he would want his beautiful girlfriend to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up." Tamaki whispered encouragingly, to which the others in the room nodded.

Haruhi threw them a grateful smile before following the doctor back to Kyoya's room. She almost broke once more when she saw the state he was in. Wires and tubes ran all over his body, and an ECG next to his bed provided a monotonous soundtrack. His eyes were closed. His face was pale and sunken in.

Haruhi took a seat next to Kyoya's bed and grabbed his hand. She brought it up to her lips and kissed it before settling his hand back on the bed.

"Oh, Kyoya…I missed you so much…" Haruhi whispered as she lay her head next to Kyoya's body.

"Well! Isn't this touching…" A sickly sweet voice came from the door. It was a voice that Haruhi could have gone the rest of her life without hearing.

Dun dun duuuuun!

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