The Princess and The Host Club

Chapter 4

Kyoya's P.O.V
"Sasha... inhaler... don't have... it." (Y/n) says before colapsing on floor. I rush over and pick her up. Her breathing is becoming more shallow and raspy sounding. I rush out and set her I side my limo.
"To the hospital. Now." I say sternly. The others are running out of the building, watching me leave with (y/n). Another limo pulls up behind mine as I pull out, and the other hosts get inside. "Come on, (y/n). Stay with me." I wiper over and over to her. Her breathing becomes less shallow but she is still having a hard time. I gently rub her back, trying to sooth her shaking body.
We arrive at the hospital in a few agonizing minutes. I, not waiting for my cheuffer (don't know if I spelled that right), rush out of the car and into the hospital. A nurse see (y/n) and rushes over with a few other nurses and a gurney. They take her down a hallway quickly, while another nurse leads the hosts and I into a waiting room.
The room is clean with chairs and tables set in rows. The walls are a beige color while the floors have white tiles.

~time skip~

After what seems like years in the silence of the room, a nurse walks in with a clipboard. She has blond hair that goes down just past her shoulders. She has chocolate brown eyes and a stiff posture.
"Kyoya Ootori?" She asks. I stand up. "She is fine. She went through a panic attack that triggered her asthma. For some reason, normal inhalers won't work. She needs a special one. Luckily, earlier today, we got a shipment of what she needs. You may go see her." And with that she left. We all rushed down the hallway and into her room.
We see her sitting up in the bed, watching the tv. She looks over to us and gives us a small smile before turning the tv off.

Sorry it's short. I hope you like it