The City Didn't Make Me Fall (OHSHC)

Chapter 26: Is this it?

The ride to the hospital was unbearable. I didn't understand what the EMTs were saying, and I felt absolutely helpless. When they rushed him out of the ambulance, I didn't know what to do. So I called Tamaki.

"Kasumi! What's up?"

"U-Uh... c-can you go to my house, a-and pick me up a-an outfit... a-and c-come t-to the hospital? K-Kyoya's been in an accident," I explained softly, trying to keep calm.

For a second, it sounded like the line went dead, "I-Is he okay?!"

"I-I don't know!!" I began sobbing at this point, "he was unconscious when they put him in the ambulance, and I didn't know what they were saying and now he's somewhere and I don't know where, probably the Emergency Room, and I'm scared, Tamaki!"

"I'll be there as soon as possible, Kasumi," and then the line went dead.

Standing in the lobby sobbing was quite concerning to some of the nurses. A few asked me if I was okay, or if I was injured. One took me to wash off my hand, which was covered in his blood.

They asked me if I was hurt, and I had to explain that it wasn't me, it was my friend. My friend. I was back in the lobby when Tamaki came rushing through the doors.

"Tamaki!" I called, standing up to meet his embrace. It was tight, but it didn't comfort me, nothing could comfort me right now.

"I brought you these," he told me, handing me a bag. I thanked him. "How's he doing?"

"They won't tell me anything because I'm not his family."

He looked down at me, his violet orbs looking sympathetic. "Did you call them?"

"I called Fuyumi not too long ago. They should be getting here soon."

He pressed a kiss to my forehead, "Go get changed. I'll be waiting."

When I came back out, he was waiting. Fuyumi and the rest of the Ootori family were here as well. She came up to me and pulled me into a hug, "Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you, honey?"

Tears pricked in the corners of my eyes. She was worried about me. His family was worried about me.

"I-I'm fine. I'm just worried about him. They have to let me see him as soon as possible. What did they tell you?"

She smiled halfheartedly, "He's in surgery now, but he's doing okay."

My eyes shut tightly. It's all my fault. I'm the reason we ended up in that situation. I shouldn't have taken the shortcut. It's should be me on the operating table, not him. My blood should be on the pavement, not his.

But it's too late now. I can't go back and change what happened.

He's doing okay. That's a good thing, but why does it sound so discouraging. Like I'll never see him again. It makes me feel like I'll never hear his voice or look into his eyes. Like he'll never know.

My heart was feeling low and Tamaki was sitting beside me, gripping my hand tightly. When the doctor showed up, I immediately shot out of my seat.

"I-Is he okay...?" I asked shakily. Fuyumi stood beside me, holding me to her tightly.

The doctor nodded, and relief swelled throughout me, "Mr. Ootori is set to make a full recovery, but he is currently in a medically-induced coma, and we don't know when he is going to wake up. You may go see him now. He's in the VIP wing."

I was moving before the doctor had finished his sentence. I needed to see him, I needed to get to him. It felt like it was on me to make sure that he was really all right.