The Host Club's Florist - An OHSHC Fanfiction

✿ Chapter 13 : Bittersweet Nightshade ✿

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The host club sat inside of Sumire's hospital room, unusually quiet and somber. An IV tube was hanging on her arm and soft beeps that monitored her heart rate sounded in the room. Kyoya was on his laptop, turned away from the other hosts, digging up Sumire's records. His face displaying a frown that grew deeper as he read the black and white lines on his screen.

Earlier...

"Call an ambulance right now!", Kyoya ordered setting Sumire down slowly and checking her pulse. His stomach growling a bit cold as the pulse he felt was weak and slow, Sumire's lips fading into a cold purple color.

Haruhi kneeled beside Sumire's unconscious body, looking both worried and upset. The hosts stood by, the girls had ran away the moment they had seen Sumire go down, the host's would have ran after them but they were more concerned for their friend.

"Do you know anything of this Haruhi?", Kyoya asked eyes furrowed, mentally going through a checklist of possible causes of this.

"Reactive Hypoglycemia", Haruhi answered quietly, staring somberly at Sumire, "She might be skipping her medicine, I'm not sure but it's been a while since she had an attack like this"

(a/n I'm not a doctor and I chose reactive hypoglycemia because it actually needs more research to be done on it so I can play around with the symptoms and stuff. I try to do research as much as possible on it so it wont be too wrong scientifically. Hypoglycemia is a real medical thing and I do not intend on offending anyone who has it and I apologize if it does.)

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"This way ma'am", a soft voice said and the door opened making the hosts turn to see who it was.

An elderly lady who looked very frantic entered, quickly going to Sumire's side and holding her hand, tears about to spill from her old eyes. Taking a few moments to stare at her granddaughter the old lady sighed and turned to look at the other room occupants, recognizing one.

"Haruhi, nice to see you dear"

"Amira-baachan, I'm sorry for not visiting", Haruhi bowed before gesturing as the hosts who looked very meek watching the interaction, "We are in her club, I hope you do not mind our presence"

"Of course not, but I didn't expect her club to be filled with boys", Amira chuckled a little putting down Sumire's hand and patting it tenderly, "I am glad she is making friends. But this is a surprise, Sumire is strong though, she will be alright"

Haruhi brought a spare chair over on Sumire's bedside so her grandmother could sit, the room shrouded in silence.

~Time Skippu~

"Aw, we have to go now baachan", the twins grumbled looking at their phones.

"Well hurry home then i'll take care of Sumire here", Amira smiled warmly, patting the two boys on the shoulders.

The hosts had gradually opened up to Sumire's grandmother with the help of Tamaki who couldn't help himself and had to ask questions.