Too Much For Mr. Ootori?

Wake Up

        "PLEASE!" Kyoya screamed, he couldn't control myself this time.. he couldn't control anything!! Kyoya held her hand, begging her to be alright. Her arm was clearly broken, along with a broken leg and dislocated shoulder. He assessed the damage and tried to keep her conscious.
        "Kyoya... I love you...." She sputtered through blood stained lips. Her hand fell from his own and her eyes rolled back. He lost her.
        "How long till the ambulance arrives!!! She's gone unconscious!!!" He screamed at the others.
        "They said five minutes, that was three minutes ago!" Tamaki panicked, he couldn't even look at her. "Kyoya I don't know what to do, I've never seen something like this before!" He started to cry.
        "This isn't about you right now! She's dy-!"
        "Please!" Hikaru stopped him. "Don't say that!! Don't you dare say that!" He screamed, his tears spilled from his pain filled eyes. Kaoru held him close, hiding his own tears.
        "Is there anything we can do?" Kaoru, turned to to Kyoya.
        "All we can do is pray.." He was shaking, trying to choke down his own sobs as he felt her pulse slowing.
        "Sir! Please back away so we can get to her!" The emergency staff arrived and had to drag him away from her. What if this is the end? What if those were their last moments?! Kyoya avoiding her and never telling her how he felt?! What if she never wakes up again.... its all his fault.. she was looking for him...
        The ambulance sped away, leaving them behind. He ran in a haze, flagging down the first car he saw.
        "Take me to the Ootori Hospital! Please!!" Kyoya threw a check for five hundred thousand into her lap. The older woman took one look at his face and nodded, speeding after the ambulance. They arrived and he took off immediately, catching them rushing her to the emergency room.
        "She has a punctured lung! It's a miracle she's still breathing at all!" One of the nurses gasped. Kyoya could feel an intense weight fill his chest as he stumbled to the counter.
        "I need the patient that was just rushed in, Ms. Erwood, to be placed in the owners suit after her surgery!" He tried to compose himself.
        "Sir," the attendant looked at him like a mad man, "you can't just claim one of the owners suits-"
        "I am Ootori Kyoya, son of Ootori Yoshio!!" He slammed his ID onto the counter. "Now book the owners suit for Ms. Erwood!!" The attendant panicked and did as ordered.
        "Your room is booked, Mr. Ootori!" She handed him back his ID. For the next few hours, Kyoya sat waiting in the room. Around 1 AM, they finally brought her to the room, bandaged and bruised. Seeing her so still and broken pained his heart.
        "She's in a coma, hopefully she'll be out of it within a month. Call us if you need anything, Mr. Ootori." The doctor bowed and left them. Kyoya couldn't stop his tears from falling again.
        "If only it was me.. if only you didn't have to feel like this." He grasped her hand softly, feeling her warmth.
        "Please, please wake up soon."