Disclaimer: Okay, I got this idea from Glee: Episode 19 Dream On. It's not based on the episode, but how the episode focused on Arty, and from personal experiences, I think I can make this work.

I could say that it was a peaceful day in the 3rd music room, but I would be lying.

"Bye, everyone," Tamaki said bluntly as he grabbed his bag from a table in the 3rd music room to leave for home. Hosting hadn't even started, and Tamaki was leaving; this made Haruhi angry. She stood in front of the door so Tamaki couldn't leave.

"You started this club, Senpai. I don't think it's right of you to dump all of the work on us," she said in a raised voice. It isn't that Haruhi was very angry over the work being left for the other hosts and herself to do; it was the fact that Tamaki is just quitting and leaving for home. He is not venting what he feels, he is not telling anyone about his family issues, and Haruhi wants to support him so much. This is hard when all Tamaki does is come to school, go to class, say hi, and then leave for home.

"Haruhi, I'm sorry, but I don't want my family issues hurting anyone in the host club. Especially when there is someone I care deeply for," Tamaki said, blushing when he looked at Haruhi and she returned an expectant look to his soft eyes. "I have to go."

Haruhi couldn't take it. "If you can't learn to vent your anger, your feelings, or anything, nobody will be able to help you at all. I won't be able to support your decisions, so I will leave," Haruhi said as she walked out of the room, without her bag, leaving Tamaki and the others speechless. Tamaki sighed, and sat down on the couch. He needed to think, his mind was racing.

To the side of the room, the hosts had parted into a small group. Hikaru and Kaoru were whispering things to each other.

Hikaru whispered to Kaoru, "It's hard to say this, but it's really sweet how deeply she cares for Tamaki. I guess I'm glad she hasn't realized how deep her feelings run for him."

Kaoru's eyes softened to pity for his heart broken twin brother. "I'm sorry, Hikaru," he began, putting a hand on Hikaru's shoulder. "It's good that you're not bombing anything to ashes."

Even though Kaoru's sense of humor in the sentence he had just spoken, Hikaru couldn't help but smile. He was beginning to get over Haruhi, as he began to realize how much more Kaoru meant to him and how much Tamaki meant to Haruhi. Of course, Haruhi means just as much to Tamaki. Kyoya walked over to them.

"I'll make sure that our prince here," Kyoya said, pointing to Tamaki who had retreated into his corner of woe, "returns Haruhi's bag to her and apologizes as well. Now, I know that you two have trackers on your phone, so we'll need to track her first. Can Tamaki and I borrow your phone, Hikaru? I'm not exactly sure where Haruhi could be, I'm sure she hasn't withdrawn to her apartment this early in the day, Ranka-San would not be home I'm assuming."

The twins looked at each other, exchanging a glance that said, Of course, Kyoya knows everything about Ranka-San.

Kyoya, ignoring the twin's looks to each other, continued his lecture. "Now, hand me your phone, Hikaru, please. I will get a limo to track Haruhi, I'm sure nothing bad has happened to her, and she'll be fine."

Hikaru hesitantly handed Kyoya his cell phone, and Kyoya turned and walked to Tamaki.

"Come on," Kyoya said, kicking Tamaki lightly. "We're going to return Haruhi's bag to her. I think you owe her an apology."

Tamaki stood up and shook of his jacket, wiping stray tears from his eyes. "I owe her a million apologies and a million hugs!" Tamaki whined. Kyoya grabbed Tamaki's jacket and pulled him out of the room; not wanting to hear him whine anymore.

Haruhi stood outside of Ouran Academy's gates as her father's borrowed car came and picked her up. She had called him earlier at his shift at the tranny bar to tell him she wanted to be picked up. Ryouji had borrowed a car from a worker, and he was pretty drunk from his shift.

"Hey, there, Haruhi! How's it 'goin?" Ryouji asked clumsily as he drove down the road, swerving quite often. Haruhi's eyes were wide open, she kept staring at the road ahead to make sure nothing bad happened.

"Dad, slow down, you're drunk and swerving," Haruhi said worriedly, her voice shaken.

"Oh, I'm fine!" Ryouji chanted. Nope, he was not fine. As soon as Ryouji said those words, he lost control of the car and swerved into a ditch, the car tumbling into the woods in three flips. Haruhi could only see black, only black. Something was stinging her spine, and she partially opened her eyes. She could now only see white, from the airbags. She put a hand to her heart and tried to catch her breath. Her breaths were shallow and quick, while Ryouji was completely knocked out. His head was smashed into the dashboard of the smoking car, and Haruhi had no breath left in her body to help him. Haruhi couldn't even move if she tried, and the smell was repulsing. The smell that took up the scent of the car was choking her. Haruhi opened the door with so much effort, as soon as she opened it; she passed out into complete darkness.

"Oh, I feel so bad for being mean and hiding my feelings from Haruhi!" Tamaki whined as he and Kyoya drove down the same street Haruhi and Ryouji were on before the crash. "She's so innocent! Did you see her face when she was shouting at me? It was just to die for! How could I be mean to such a cute face? How, Kyoya, how? Kyoya? KYOYA! ANSWER ME! I NEED AN ANSWER!" Tamaki fretted, beads of sweat coming down like a water fall from his face.

"Wait, Tamaki, this phone is tracking Haruhi into the woods down there," Kyoya said as he pointed to the forest where Ryouji and Haruhi had crashed. "Stop, stop the car now," Kyoya yelled to the limo driver. As soon as the limo stopped, Kyoya jumped out of the limo, motioned quickly for Tamaki to follow him, and the two ran into the forest, lightened by the sunset, completely forgetting about Haruhi's bag.

"Kyoya, why are you running so fast?" Tamaki complained as he and Kyoya trekked through the woods, tripping over branches and thorns. Tamaki was occasionally hitting his head on bamboo sticks.

"Didn't you see the tire marks and the opening in the trees back there?" Kyoya said, hardly hear by Tamaki because they were both making a lot of noise as they ran through the woods. "I think Haruhi—"Kyoya stopped dead in his tracks. Right where Haruhi's mark was on Hikaru's phone, there was a silver car turned upside down.

Kyoya stood still, absolutely stunned to death at the sight. Haruhi's hand was sticking out from the cracked window on the passenger side of the car, and Kyoya spotted blood trickling from the driver's side. He quickly ran over to the driver's side to see Ryouji bleeding from his hand where it had been cut on the glass, but nowhere else. He had blacked out, and Kyoya suspected his condition was much worse than it looked; because his head was in the dashboard, the steering wheel had broken off. Tamaki finally caught up to Kyoya, whom was calling the police on Hikaru's cell phone. As soon as Kyoya finished speaking, Tamaki asked, "I…Is Haruhi in there?" his voice shaking thoroughly.

Kyoya just nodded and tried to stop Ryouji's bleeding by taking off his jacket and tying it around his wrist's wound. The cut was deep, with mud mixed into the blood. Tamaki wasn't going to waste any time by standing in place shocked; he ran over to the passenger side of the car where Haruhi lay unconscious. There was no bleeding from Haruhi, but she was passed out and hardly breathing. Tamaki carefully, since Haruhi's door was open, took off her seatbelt and pulled her out from the car. She felt limp and tired in Tamaki's arms. Haruhi's breathing became shallower until; finally, her breathing had stopped. Tamaki did all he could, he put his mouth to Haruhi's and blew air into her body, pinching her nose and tilting her head back. Tamaki continued this, compressing Haruhi's chest too, until she coughed and slowly opened her restless eyes.

Tamaki's heart leapt to space and back again when he saw Haruhi's eyes open. Tamaki carefully pulled her onto his lap, and wrapped his arms protectively around her, as if he were defending her from death. Tamaki burst into tears, stroking Haruhi's hair. She lay in Tamaki's arms, gripping his hand which was on her stomach with the little strength she had left in her. Tamaki kissed Haruhi's forehead three times, and began to mutter through his tears, "I'm sorry, Haruhi, I'm sorry. I can't believe I almost lost you, oh y god, Haruhi. I love you, I love you so much. Please, please stay alive."

Haruhi couldn't react to any of the words that had left Tamaki's mouth, she lay in his lap motionless, and passed back out again, but breathing fine. Tamaki knew she was okay, but he was still crying and holding Haruhi as protectively as he could, as if she was going to be shot and he would be the only one to accept the bullet for her.

Five minutes later, Tamaki heard heavy footsteps rushing through the dense green forest, and was surrounded by police and doctors. The doctors first pried Ryouji from the steaming car, thanking Kyoya for his help in stopping the bleeding. The doctors put Ryouji on a stretcher and his neck in a holder, and then carried his up through the woods into their ambulance. The police put sand onto the forest floor where oil was running from the car, so the car or plants did not ignite and cause an explosion. The doctors next took Haruhi from Tamaki's arms, with quite some trouble since Tamaki was reluctant to let go, and did the same procedure as with Ryouji. Tamaki begged and pleaded to ride with Haruhi in the back of the ambulance, and after twenty minutes they finally gave in as long as he didn't touch anything; including Haruhi. The doctors didn't know what condition she was in, and it could be dangerous to touch her until they figure it out.

Tamaki kept watching Haruhi as the doctors put blood testers on her finger and arm during the ride to the hospital. On the bright side, Haruhi's blood pressure was in check. The bad thing is that Haruhi was not able to move her legs the entire ride, or when Tamaki and the doctors got into the hospital. Haruhi was rushed into the emergency room as she began to wake up, and the doctors asked Tamaki to comfort her and tell her she would soon be sedated.

"Haruhi," Tamaki said softly, gripping Haruhi's hand as she lay in the hospital bed. "The doctors are going to put you to sleep, put you on a sedative, alright? The doctors need to find out if you're okay, and I will check on your dad for you. I'll come back and tell you if he's okay or not, okay?" Tamaki brushed hair from Haruhi's eyes. She slowly nodded, not saying a word. She felt that if she did say a word, her chest would explode into a thousand pieces. Tamaki looked at Haruhi caringly, held her hand until the doctors sedated her, and the left the room to check on Ryouji. As Tamaki walked down the hallway, he bumped into Kyoya.

"Kyoya, how is Ryouji?" Tamaki asked, his voice trembling along with the rest of his whole body. He came so close to losing his love, Haruhi, and for Ryouji to die, Haruhi would be so upset.

Kyoya wore a worried look upon his face. "The doctors aren't sure. He hasn't woken up the whole time, and he's dying, but they don't know how. They are suspecting internal bleeding in his lungs. If proper medical treatment is not received quickly, he could die."

Tamaki gasped, and thought of how dismayed Haruhi would be if her only parent died.

Kyoya seemed to wear a worried look, too, but tried to think positively. "So, is Haruhi alright? She didn't seem as badly injured, the police say she managed to open the passenger door to give herself and Ranka-San some air," he inquired.

Tamaki sighed and said, "They don't know what's wrong with Haruhi, but I'm sure she won't die. She hasn't moved her legs, though, and that's worrying. Do you think we should call everyone else and let them know about what happened?" Tamaki asked, looking at Hikaru's phone tightly gripped in Kyoya's hand.

"Yes, we should, they might get worried that we've been gone so long. I will call them, and you can go back to Haruhi, I know that you want to," Kyoya said, nudging Tamaki in the direction of Haruhi's room. "You can tell her that I'm glad she's fine, and we don't know what's wrong with her dad."

Tamaki nodded and speed walked down the hallway, turning into Haruhi's room where the doctors were examining her with all sorts of tools. Tamaki asked if he could sit in the chair to the side of Haruhi's bed, and the doctors said he could as long as he didn't touch Haruhi whilst they were analyzing her. Tamaki quietly sat on the chair, and stared at Haruhi as the doctors checked her body. Whenever Haruhi was checked in places where Tamaki decided he had no right looking, he would turn away respectfully. After an hour, the doctors came to an agreement and turned to Tamaki.

"Your friend here," the lead doctor pointed to Haruhi. "What's her name?"

Tamaki said, "Her name is Haruhi Fujioka."

The doctors nodded and one doctor wrote something down on a clipboard. It's Kyoya—Doctor Version!

"Well," the same lead doctor began. "We have concluded that Haruhi Fujioka has a semi-permanent spinal cord injury. What we mean by that is, she will not be able to use her legs, due to nerve damage from the spine, for at least a month. The spine isn't too badly damaged, we can give her medicine and surgery to, actually, repair the one nerve that was shut off from the rest. The nerve that was shut off was the one controlling her legs, and her spine was broken in that one place. This happens rarely, a case where we can repair something as deadly as this spinal cord injury, but it can be done if proper medication and surgery is performed, okay?"

The hope inside Tamaki's heart arose in flame. "Really? So when will she be released? Will she have to be in a wheel chair or something? How long will the surgery take? She'll be alright, right?" Tamaki panicked, standing up from his chair and blasting questions at the doctors as if he was a test.

"To sum up all of your questions," the Kyoya doctor began, removing his mask. "Haruhi Fujioka will be fine, she will be released in two days, and the surgery takes one day, smaller testing takes half of a day and arrangements will take up any other time."

Tamaki sighed in relief, and sat down in his chair. "When will she wake up?" Tamaki asked as Kyoya walked in the room.

"She should wake up in the next ten minutes, and we'll leave you two in here with her," the head doctor said. "We have only a heart monitor on her, but when she wakes up you can take that off of her. If she falls back to sleep, or passes out, put the heart monitor back on her wrist, and if her breathing is shallow, then call us using that phone. Or, if the condition is very bad, then just scream down the hallway, we'll hear you," the doctor joked as he left the room with the other doctors.

"I called everyone else, and they said that they would come right away. I overheard the doctors saying Haruhi was fine, and told them that they could visit tomorrow. Aren't the visiting hours recognized here?" Kyoya asked.

Tamaki shrugged and said, "I guess not, they never ran that passed me. I'm just glad that Haruhi is okay, I almost had a heart attack the moment I saw her open her eyes. I was so scared I managed to blurt out my feelings for her!" Tamaki chuckled, blushing.

Kyoya smiled. "Well, that saves a proper confession, doesn't it?" Kyoya smirked, sitting down in another chair five feet away from Tamaki's.

"I guess," Tamaki sighed as he turned and looked out of the hospital window. Lights were illuminating the busy streets of Japan, and then Haruhi woke up, gasping.

Ha-ha, I did that in a day. Um, when I say personal experiences, I only mean the car crash and stretcher-ambulance riding part. I didn't have anything else happen. Time to edit, huzah!