Haruhi Fujioka stared at the fragile form of the unconscious cross-dressing man who lay before her. Tears cascaded down her face as pure terror gripped her form. She didn't even notice the cell phone from the Hitachiin twins vibrating in her pocket until it was almost too late. With fumbling fingers she brought the phone to her ear, "Hello?" She whispered in a feeble, and almost inaudible voice.
"HARUHI!" Kauro and Hikaru hollered in unison, "We're all outside your house! Can we come in?!"
A sense of relief began to mix in with her fear and she couldn't believe the luck. Here was her father who had collapsed out of nowhere and hit his head, and seconds before she could react to anything the host club in their entirety burst through her front door, "Haruhi?" Kaoru cried, "Where are you?"
She didn't say anything but she could hear the footsteps drawing closer, "Something's not right." Takashi mumbled in his stern and emotionless voice.
Haruhi wanted to call out, tell them to call an ambulance or run for help but all she could manage was a small, frightened and mangled. The door to the room slid open at an alarming rate and Haruhi's entire form swung to face the tall and lanky Shadow King. For a brief moment they stared at each other before his name fell from her lips, "Kyoya…" Tears began to fall from her eyes as she dashed across the distance between them, throwing herself into the arms of the elder boy. "I didn't know what to do!" She sobbed quietly. "He just fell! We were talking about going to visit mom and he just fell… What's wrong with him?"
Kyoya placed a soft hand on Haruhi's back, pressing her forwards and passing her towards Takashi. The tall and stoic boy lifted her into his arms and cradled her to his chest as Kyoya assessed the situation. Haruhi buried her face against Takashi's chest and listened as Kyoya called the emergency line at his hospital. He spoke in hushed tones giving limited information and the address to her home before snapping his cellphone shut and turning back towards their rag-tag group. The small girl stared at him through large, tear-filled eyes.
"What… what happened to him, Kyoya?" Haruhi could feel Tamaki jumping around for a better view of the scene unfolding from behind them, but surprisingly the normally animated boys remained quiet.
"I don't know…" Kyoya sighed, pushing his glasses up the rim of his nose. "Give Haruhi to Tamaki and come help me get Ryoji-san onto the couch."
Takashi nodded, passing the small girl into the arms of the waiting blonde. Together, Takashi and Kyoya carefully lifted the cross-dresser onto the couch and placed a blanket on his small form. All she could do was cry and watch as the scene unfolded before her. "Haruhi?" The girl turned her gaze to the boy who held her close to his chest, "Can you tell us exactly what happened?" Closing her eyes the girl gave a shuddering sob before shaking her head and burying it in his chest. "It's okay, Haruhi. Just try your best… Tell me what happened… Please."
Haruhi looked up into Tamaki's pleading eyes and gave a sorrowful nod, "I came home from a walk and… and we started talking about all different things… my mom, and all of you. He started clutching at his head and claiming that he had a headache so I went to find him a couple of painkillers… When I walked out of the room there was a loud crash and when I came back he was leaning against the table…" Haruhi glanced at the small space that paid tribute to her mother. Everything was a mess; the picture was cracked and the vases were broken and lying on the floor. "So I went to go help him but he waved me away. He… he…" racked sobs escaped her lips as she shook her head, "I cant. Please, Tamaki… Don't make me."
Tamaki sighed and held her tighter, "Just try… a little harder please?" He asked, resting his forehead reassuringly against hers.
Haruhi breathed deeply, "He started yelling at me… But that's not my father! Tamaki, Ryoji has never really yelled at me before. You've got to believe that…"
"What did he say, Haruhi?" Tamaki asked, still holding her almost too tightly.
"He mumbled, a lot of it was incoherent and then he started cursing at me… He started to gag, as if he couldn't breathe, and then he fell again. He hit his head on the table as he went… I… I didn't know what to do."
The door burst open as men from Kyoya's hospital rushed around, pulling the host club in different directions. One man even ripped Haruhi from Tamaki's arms wile the other five loaded Ryoji onto a stretcher, "Kyoya, we'll take them both in from examination…. And get back to you with the results by morning."
Haruhi's eyes went wide, "NO!" She screamed, "NO! TAMAKI! HELP ME PLEASE! TAMAKI! DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME! PLEASE I DON'T WANT TO GO! I WANT TO STAY HERE!" One of the paramedics slid a needle into the soft flesh of her neck, injecting her with a sedative meant to keep her calm. It efficiently stopped her screaming, but she reached out with the last of her remaining strength to grab onto his hand. As the doctors pulled the two apart and as she fell into unconsciousness she looked deeply into his eyes, "Daddy… Please…"
Tamaki's eyes went wide, "Let her go."
The man who was holding her raised an eyebrow, "What?"
"Let her go." Kyoya repeated.
"I don't think I understand… She'll be unconscious for another couple of hours thanks to the sedative we just gave her." The man said, confusion written all over his features as he placed the small girl back into Tamaki's arms.
"I'll take her back to my place… We have plenty of room and my Dad just loves her. You'll all come to so that when she wakes up she isn't completely confused, then we'll take her to check up on Ryoji." The group agreed and watched as they loaded Ryoji into the ambulance. Once the ambulance was out of sight, they placed Haruhi in the back seat of Tamaki's limo and climbed in themselves.