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The Scorpion	By : Bastetkitten Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 3709 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Again-I did research the reaction to an overdose, i promise. You can thank sp346 for the quick post: she lifted up my spirits and made me finish my editing. I just have to have a beta reader look over my lost chapter and then i'll post that as well. It will be separate but i'll put a link to it in the story.

Kyoya concentrated on the stain on the floor of his bedroom. He scrubbed the carpet with a washcloth while occasionally spraying it with some sort of cleaner. He scowled at the unrelenting stain and tossed the bottle of cleaner across his room; it obviously wasn't going to work. He took a deep breath as the room swayed and then looked around.

You couldn't tell that anything out of the ordinary had happened in this room besides the vomit stain. His trophies now stood in their correct places, his bed had been made with fresh clean sheets, the drawers now reorganized and the trash taken out. The bathroom was cleaned as well. The only thing different was that he no longer had two of his good towels and the shower curtains had been thrown away.

Kyoya headed for the kitchen but stopped as the doorbell rang. He looked down at himself: he still hadn't taken a shower and wore rumpled clothes with an elegant watch on his left wrist to hide his moment of weakness. Kyoya headed for the door and grabbed the kendo stick that leaned against the wall. He opened the door and gripped the kendo stick in his right hand.

Takashi looked down at the stick from the doorway and then back up to Kyoya as if to say 'really'?

Kyoya sighed. "What do you want?"

"I told Mitskuni," Takashi told him.

Kyoya closed his eyes as he sighed again. "And?"

"Can I stay here?" Takashi asked.

"Well, you have a lot more blackmail on me than Hikaru ever did. Though don't be insulted when I lock my door each night." Kyoya rolled his eyes. He went to toss the stick to the side but stopped. "Why is there blood on here?" Takashi walked into the condo without saying a word. Kyoya frowned and then looked over to the blood stain on his living room floor and then back to the stick. He tossed it on the floor. "You know, I really don't care to know."

Takashi looked around and noted that a lot of the things had been picked up. Kyoya had been busy in the time he had been home. There was a pile of paperwork on his desk that needed to be sorted and his laptop lay next to the paperwork. The furniture had been righted and aside from the blood stain it looked nearly normal.

"Can you either fix the door, or finish killing it?" Kyoya asked as he grabbed a broom. He gestured to the kitchen and Takashi grimaced as he saw the door hanging by one hinge. He grabbed the door and pulled hard, tearing the rest of the door free.

"Where do you want it?" Takashi asked.

"I don't care," He heard Kyoya say.

Takashi set the door against the wall and headed for the kitchen. He stopped as he noticed that Kyoya had definitely not been in this room yet. Kyoya was busy sweeping all the items into a corner. Every so often he would stop and pick up a large item of food and toss it onto one of the counters. Takashi walked into the room and righted the table. He grabbed a washcloth and wet it down and then started to wipe at the smeared peanut butter.

"How'd he take it?" Kyoya asked as he continued to sweep. "Am I about to get killed or what?"

"Was upset." Takashi frowned. "He didn't really say anything."

"Oh well," Kyoya grunted. "I mean technically speaking you didn't cheat and you didn't even have to tell him but you did."

"I didn't want him to find out from someone else." Takashi turned his head.

"Believe me when I say that I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that no one finds out about last night," Kyoya muttered.

Takashi paused. "Speaking of last night-"

"Akito already told me." Kyoya cut him off. "And unless it's extremely relevant then I don't want to know."

Takashi nodded. "If it's any consolation, he didn't figure out what happened between us."

Kyoya sighed and tossed some chips on the counter. "He did this morning." He looked over at Takashi. "I guess that wouldn't have happened if I had listened to you though."

"Akito said you might be a bit out of it," Takashi told him and continued to clean.

"That's what he told me too." Kyoya frowned. He looked down at his wrist and was happy to see that there was no blood flowing from underneath his watch. It had been earlier and he knew it wasn't a good sign if the wound wouldn't stop bleeding. Thankfully in his daze earlier he hadn't slashed himself deep enough to do a lot of damage.

"Kyoya?" Kyoya looked up to see Takashi looking at him worried. "Are you o-"

"You finish that sentence and I'm going to punch you in the face," Kyoya growled.

Takashi frowned. Kyoya was paler than usual making the dark circles around his eyes really stand out. "Have you eaten?"

Kyoya thought for a moment. "No, but I'm not hungry."

"You should eat," Takashi told him. "Maybe it will counter affect the stuff in your system."

"I'm fine," Kyoya told him.

"You were just so bad last night." Takashi sighed. "You were hallucinating about purple penguins and tobasco sauce."

Kyoya stared at him. "For starters, I thought I just said to say nothing about last night." He frowned.

Takashi smirked. "It was funny though." He then sighed. "I think that's when Hikaru started freaking out."

"And then left us alone." Kyoya scowled. "We could have just as easily died. You could have gotten alcohol poisoning. We could have gotten into the street or I could have called my father and told him what I really thought of the bastard."

Takashi nodded. "Hikaru took your cell away early on because you tried to call Haruhi."

Kyoya frowned. "Asshole had to get one thing right." He stopped when he heard a knock on the door. "Did I lock that?"

The door opened in the other room and Kyoya prayed that it wasn't Tamaki. He gestured for Takashi to follow him into the living room. They both eyed the redhead warily as they entered the room. Kaoru nodded at them both.

"Hey," He said at the two dark haired men. Takashi and Kyoya glared at him. Hikaru walked into the room and both dark haired men clenched their fists. Kaoru threw his hands up in the air. "We're here to apologize!"

"Don't feel like listening to your useless apology," Kyoya growled. "You!" He pointed to Hikaru. "I should kill you!"

"That's enough." Haruhi walked in. Kyoya's eyes widened and then he sent a death glare to Hikaru.

"We didn't tell her anything!" Hikaru exclaimed.

"Actually we were trying to ditch her on Main Street," Kaoru muttered.

"I figured you were heading here." Haruhi crossed her arms and stood between the four men.

"Have a death wish?" Kyoya clenched his fists.

"Anyone want to tell me what the hell is going on?" Haruhi turned to look at each one of them but paused on Kyoya. "Like why someone would punch their friend in the face?"

"He deserved it," Kyoya told her.

"He did." Kaoru nodded.

"Yeah," Takashi agreed.

"What happened?" She took a step forward to Kyoya. "Last time I talked to you everything was just fine."

Kyoya furrowed his brow. "The last time I talked to you, I told you to stay away from me."

Haruhi frowned. "But what about those texts you sent me?"

"What texts?" Kyoya grabbed his cell out of his pocket and began to scroll through his history. "Hikaru took away my cell last night, didn't he?" He stopped as he saw the numerous texts.

"She was really worried and you always text back!" Hikaru pointed to Haruhi. "I wasn't about to let you have your cell back, not the way you were acting."

"You sent these?" Kyoya glared at him while clutching his cell.

"What did you want me to do?" Hikaru asked as Kyoya read over the texts. "She kept texting and you wanted your cell back so you could call."

"You sent the texts?" Haruhi glared at Hikaru. "So Kyoya wasn't drunk?"

"Wouldn't say drunk," Kaoru muttered. Haruhi gave him a confused look.

"Oh, look Tamaki," Honey's sweet voice came from the door way. "There's another party that we're not invited to." Tamaki stood behind Honey looking like he really didn't want to be there.

Kyoya pocketed his cell and eyed Honey.

"What are you doing here?" Takashi asked.

Tamaki spoke quietly, "Honey needed a ride." He shut the door quietly behind them.

"I thought I would come and see how you two were doing." Honey smiled sweetly. "I mean, I knew that Takashi would be here."

Kyoya looked to Takashi and then back to Honey. "I don't know what Takashi has told you, but-"

"Oh, Takashi told me everything." Honey looked at Kyoya darkly sending shivers down the shadow king's spine.

"You know," Tamaki laughed cheerily. "This is the first time we've all been together in a long time. Can we not fight?"

Silence answered him.

"Y-yeah." Hikaru grinned. "Everyone should just calm down." Takashi, Honey and Kyoya glared at him. "-and not kill anyone."

"Why don't we play a game?" Tamaki tried. "Kick the can?"

"Tamaki." Kyoya closed his eyes. "Shut up."

"No," Honey said. "He's right, we should play a game."

Kyoya and Takashi glanced at each other.

"Takashi, you want to be on Kyoya's team, right?" Honey said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

The twins winced at the implication, and Kyoya's eyes narrowed while Takashi stared at the floor.

"I want to be on Kyoya's team!" Tamaki grinned oblivious to the meaning.

"What should we play?" Honey frowned. "Tennis, football, baseball, American football?"

"Mitsukuni," Takashi began without looking up.

"I guess it doesn't matter, Takashi will score either way." Honey shrugged.

Kyoya twitched slightly and he averted Haruhi's questioning gaze.

She whispered to Kaoru, "What's he talking about?" Kaoru shook his head.

"But let's not forget." Honey glared straight at Kyoya. "That you're always good for a homerun too."

Kyoya's brow arched and then he looked to Takashi in confusion. He couldn't mean…

"Mitsukuni stop!" Takashi took a step forward now glaring daggers at the man.

"Oh should I take a knee like you?" Honey bit out.

Kyoya stared at the floor. It wasn't just once and it wasn't just sex.

"He didn't want to know!" Takashi glared.

"Why not?" Honey stared the giant down. "He can't handle his own mistake?"

"It was an accident," Takashi told him. "Hikaru-"

"I don't care!" Honey punched Takashi straight in the stomach sending the tall man to his knees.

Kyoya clenched his fists as he watched Takashi hold his stomach. "My own mistake?" Kyoya growled. He turned to glare at Honey. "You're the one who can't handle their own mistake. You cheated! There's no simple way around that." Kyoya took a step forward. "And then you lied continuously to his FACE! He would have forgiven you if you would have just stopped thinking about yourself for two seconds. He understood! He knew you had no idea what you were doing. All you had to do was tell him the truth!" Kyoya stopped in front of the angry man. "And now he's not even with you and he has the decency to tell you the truth so you won't have to hear it from someone else and you strike him down. You pathetic excuse for a man, what in the hell gives you the right to-"

"Because you fucked my boyfriend!" Honey yelled and slammed his fist into Kyoya's groin.

Kyoya fell to his knees holding himself in pain. He threw out his left hand to catch himself from hitting the floor as he lurched forward to dry heave into the carpet.

"Mitsukuni!" He heard Takashi yell as the tall man rose to his feet to chase his ex-lover who was running out the door.

"So," He heard Haruhi say softly from above him. The room spun violently. "You're gay?"

Kyoya heaved into the floor again but only a thin trail of saliva managed to leave his mouth. A pair of feet ran past him and he rested his head on the floor praying that his stomach could just be ripped straight out of him.

"Is this what was wrong?" came Tamaki's voice. Kyoya coughed and rose to dry heave again. "You were in love with Mori?"

More saliva trailed out of his mouth followed by bile as Tamaki continued on about understanding.

Takashi held the doors of the elevators open as Honey cried inside the elevator.

"I only meant to keep you from hurting, not to lie," Honey whimpered. "Tamaki meant nothing to me and I never wanted anyone else but you."

"Kyoya was not himself," Takashi ground out. "And I was drunk."

Honey sniffled and stared at the ground.

"You know that he died last night," Takashi told him. "And yet you still sent him to the floor."

"I can't stand the thought of you with him!" Honey sobbed.

"He is my friend and he needs me right now. We will never be anything more," Takashi told him. "You need to accept that." Takashi let go of the door.

"Takashi wait!" Honey yelled. "Come home!"

Takashi shook his head. "I can't be around you right now."

The doors shut.

Honey punched Kyoya straight into the groin and Kyoya fell to his knees. Haruhi could only stare as the man dry heaved into the floor. It can't be true.

"So," Haruhi said softly as she watched his heaving form. "You're gay?" Kyoya could only retch and she shook her head before heading out of the room into the kitchen. She stopped at the counter not noticing the disaster that the kitchen was. He's gay. No wonder he acts the way he does. He's just a friend and when I get too close he has to pull away. And I'm too dumb to take the damn hint.

Kaoru ran into the kitchen after her and gasped, "he's not gay!" He gripped the counter. "It's not what you think."

"He had sex with Mori." Haruhi gestured to the living room.

Kaoru shook his head violently. "Hikaru spiked Kyoya's drink last night and really fucked him up. Kyoya can't remember anything."

"So he didn't?" Haruhi tried.

"Oh, he did," Kaoru said. "But he was also talking to purple penguins last night."

Haruhi stared at him. "Hikaru spiked his drink?"

"That's why both Mori and Kyoya want to kill him," Kaoru told her. "That's why we're here to protect Hikaru."

Haruhi nodded. "But we're both in here."

"Shit." Kaoru turned just as a strangled yell came from the living room. They both took off.

Kyoya was on top of Hikaru as his hands clamped down on Hikaru's throat. He searched in vain for the carotid artery. Hikaru's hands clawed at Kyoya's in an attempt to get free. Tamaki grabbed Kyoya by the waist and tried to pull Kyoya off of Hikaru.

"You have to ask permission first!" Tamaki yelled.

"I'm sorry!" Hikaru gasped. "I'm sorry!"

Kyoya glared down at the twin and then his whole world shifted. The sound became muffled and everything became blurry. He could kind of see the person underneath him but they were getting blurrier. Sound came back crystal clear as did his vision and he found himself being tossed to the floor by Tamaki. The blond jumped back up to check on Hikaru while Kyoya unsteadily got to his feet and headed for his room. He felt sick. He could feel his wrist pulsating again and this time it hurt.

Kyoya collapsed onto his bed attempting to take deep breaths. The whole room was spinning around him. He felt like he had been on a roller coaster. He closed his eyes and prayed that he could just pass out.

"Kyoya?" Tamaki's voice was so far away. "Are you okay?"

Kyoya wanted to scream that he couldn't be happier. He gripped his wrist. "No."

"Is it because Honey told everyone that you are in love with Mori?" Tamaki asked.

Kyoya rolled over onto his back. "No, because I don't love Takashi."

"Then why would Honey say that?" Tamaki asked confused. He then looked away. "You're in love with me, aren't you? I was thinking I was part of the problem. I mean sometimes you would give that look when I was with Haruhi. I guess it was jealousy, huh?" Tamaki sighed. "I know I'm beautiful inside and out but-"

"Tamaki, I'm not gay," Kyoya groaned.

Tamaki frowned at his best friend. He bit his lip in thought as he looked at the floor. "Then tell me what's going on."

Kyoya sat up and looked into those damned eyes; there was no sense in lying. Not to Tamaki. "Hikaru slipped some drugs into my drink last night," Kyoya began. "I was out of my mind, and a lot of bad things happened."

"Bad things?" Tamaki echoed and looked up.

Kyoya looked away from Tamaki and those damn eyes. "I woke up to a man in my bed and every bit of me in pain. Apparently I lost my mind and slept with my friend and destroyed my place."

Tamaki looked around. "It doesn't look too bad."

Kyoya shook his head. "This is after I've cleaned up. You haven't seen the kitchen and that's vomit by your feet."

Tamaki moved a bit.

"Akito was called last night." Kyoya stared at the ground. "Hikaru had given me too much and I went into cardiac arrest. It took them a minute to bring me back." Kyoya didn't dare look up but he could still see that Tamaki's form had stiffened. Kyoya sighed. "I wish he hadn't told me," He admitted. "The bastard had the perfect timing. The guilt…"

"Guilt?" Tamaki asked hoarsely.

Kyoya bit the inside of his lip and began to undo his watch. He let the watch fall to the ground as soon as it came undone. He paused for a second and then held his left wrist out for Tamaki to see. He waited for Tamaki to say something but nothing came. The silence wore on and Kyoya pulled his wrist back to his chest.

"I just," Kyoya swallowed. "It just happened. I was upset and everything was trashed and everything was wrong. There was just so much pain. Then Akito knocked….." Kyoya shook his head. "It's everything. I don't think I would even care if it wasn't for the guilt that Akito spent all night trying-"

SLAP!

Kyoya stared at the wall, his face completely turned from the impact of Tamaki's slap. He blinked as he took in the fact that Tamaki had actually lashed out at him. He turned his head slowly and saw the angriest Tamaki he had ever seen.

"Guilt?" Tamaki asked. "You want guilt? Think about all your friends that care about you! Your sister! Your family! And you're going to throw your life away?" Tamaki took a step backward and shook his head. He frowned and walked out of the bedroom. Kyoya watched his best friend's retreating form. It had finally happened: Tamaki had finally turned his back on him and Kyoya had deserved it. Kyoya hung his head.

Tamaki leaned against the wall and took in a shuddering breath. He closed his eyes and thought about what he had just seen: Kyoya's wrist had been sliced open. There was blood still dripping from the wound but it looked like Kyoya had tried to stem the flow. Tamaki took another breath to hold back the tears. He pushed himself away from the wall and walked to the living room.

Haruhi was pointing a finger in Hikaru's face, who was still busy rubbing his neck. Kaoru rolled his eyes and Takashi looked somewhat pleased at Haruhi's anger at Hikaru. Tamaki frowned.

"Haruhi?" he called. Everyone stopped what they were doing from surprise that Tamaki had actually sought her out for once.

"What?" She gave another glare to Hikaru and then looked back to Tamaki.

"Can you go and watch Kyoya for me?" he asked as he pointed to Kyoya's room. "I have to go and get a few things from my place."

Hikaru and Takashi exchanged glances. Kaoru pushed Haruhi forward. "Okay." Haruhi frowned at Kaoru who rolled his eyes at her. Tamaki rubbed the back of his neck not noticing the exchange and headed out the door.

Haruhi headed down the hall toward Kyoya's room. She hadn't been in there since Kyoya had first moved in. She smiled as she remembered helping him unpack the books and first finding the one he had gotten from his mother. He had seemed distant at first and then eventually they ended up talking about their mothers as they organized his bookshelf. He had been so open with her then.

Haruhi opened his bedroom door and stopped. Kyoya sat on his bed. His elbows propped on his knees and his hands holding his head to where she could only see the top of his head. Haruhi took a step forward and her eyes widened as she saw the tears falling to the ground.

"Kyoya?" Haruhi said quietly.

Kyoya looked up as the tears continued to fall freely. Haruhi quietly made her way to the bed and sat next to him. She looked forward to the open door. Kyoya didn't say a word. Haruhi wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pulled her to him. She could feel his shuddering breaths and knew that the tears were still flowing. She tightened her grip and pulled on him so she could pull him into a hug. Kyoya pulled back. She tightened her hold as Kyoya weakly fought her persistence. She eventually won and held Kyoya to her chest. Haruhi was reminded of the time Kyoya had helped her through the storm. She ran her fingers through his hair as she continued to hold him.

Kyoya's breaths began to slow to a much calmer rate and Haruhi hummed lightly in his hair. Haruhi closed her eyes and just hummed. She hoped that she was helping and that Kyoya wasn't just patronizing her. She felt him shift slightly against her and then his breathing evened out. She smiled against his hair; he was falling asleep. She continued to hold him.

The hair on the back of her neck prickled as she got the feeling of being watched. Haruhi opened her eyes to see Tamaki at the doorway with a bookbag in his hand. He looked at her and then down at Kyoya and then back at her. Haruhi just stared back into those violet eyes; she had no reason to hide the way she felt.

"What did you do?" Tamaki asked alarmed.

"What?" Haruhi frowned.

Tamaki pointed his finger to her pants where Kyoya's hand was. Haruhi looked down to see Kyoya's wrist bleeding freely over it.

"Kyoya!" Haruhi gasped.

Kyoya lifted his head at Haruhi's exclamation. His skin had gotten even paler. His head lolled for a second and then he looked down at his wrist. "…I didn't…I…" He looked up at Tamaki confused. A trickle of blood started from his nostril. "Call Akito," Kyoya gasped as the room swayed violently.

Tamaki pulled out his cell and quickly dialed the number as Haruhi grabbed Kyoya's blanket and tried to stop the bleeding on his wrist. Kyoya held his nose with the other hand.

"What happened to your wrist?" Haruhi cried as the blood kept coming.

Kyoya opened his mouth but the room jolted and the sound went away again. His eyes were getting heavy. Everything was so muffled and blurry. He stared up at the ceiling and he realized he must have fallen onto his back. He could see a very blurry Haruhi over him. She was yelling for some reason. Maybe it was because everything was getting dark.

Tamaki leaned against the wall as Akito checked Kyoya's vitals. Tamaki wasn't exactly sure how Akito had smuggled all the equipment out of the hospital but they had it all in Kyoya's room. Kyoya lay unconscious in his own bed with an IV sticking out of his right arm. On his left arm was a fresh bandage over his left wrist. It had taken several injections and a lot of swearing from Akito to get Kyoya to this point. Tamaki looked to the empty chair next to the bed. Haruhi had spent the last few hours in that chair without leaving Kyoya's side. It had only been at Akito's urging for her to get up and get something to drink that she had left the room.

"He's pretty stabilized." Akito sighed. "I don't think there's going to be another relapse. But if he doesn't wake up in the next few hours then we're going to the hospital."

Tamaki nodded. He knew what that meant; it meant that Kyoya's father would find out and probably the press as well. Kyoya's life would be over and then they would really have to be watching him but that also meant that Akito was that worried about Kyoya's survival without a hospital.

Haruhi walked into the room holding a soda and a faded green book. She yawned and headed back for her chair and sat in it with her legs tucked underneath her.

"You might want to pick another book," Akito said as he made a note on his clipboard.

"Kyoya already said I could borrow this one." Haruhi smiled. She opened the cover and looked over the writing. Happy Birthday, Kyoya. Just remember that the story might not always make sense, but it's the adventure that counts. I love you forever, Mom. Haruhi couldn't help but smile.

"The green one?" Akito looked back up. "No one's allowed to touch that one."

"He said I could," Haruhi repeated. She looked back up at Kyoya's unconscious form. "Any change?"

Akito shook his head. It had only been a few minutes after all.

Haruhi sighed as her gaze fell on his wrist again. "When did he cut himself?"

Akito frowned. "Hard to tell, the wound looked fresh but the way he began to freely bleed makes me want to say it could have happened anytime today."

"He did it earlier," Tamaki said. "Right before you came to check up on him."

Akito looked at him in confusion.

"He told me that you had perfect timing. Something about you knocking," Tamaki sighed.

Akito shook his head. "I knew I shouldn't have left him alone." He looked back to Tamaki. "Someone has to stay with him for the next week or so. He can't be alone. The drugs in his system can lead to muscle spasms, depression, brain damage..." Akito sighed. "I'm mostly worried about the depression. I don't think Kyoya would have normally done this even if he was depressed. To him it would be like failing. But the depression from overdosing can be so severe that it could lead to this. He probably had no idea that he was doing it."

Tamaki nodded. "Actually I had gone to get my stuff right before I called you. I'll stay with him when I can."

"I can write you an excuse for school," Akito told him. "Stay with him this week and I will tell everyone that you two just have a really bad case of the pneumonia or the flu."

"Write me one too." Everyone turned to see Takashi at the door. "I'm assuming Hikaru's room just became vacant so I'm going to stay."

Akito frowned. "Kyoya told me something rather interesting earlier-"

"We fucked," Takashi stated.

Akito nodded. "Elegant phrasing."

Takashi shrugged. "He was out of his mind and I was drunk as could be. Kyoya's is the straightest guy I know."

"Just thought I'd ask." Akito held up his hands.

"You're not going to tell your dad are you?" Tamaki asked.

"He can't," Haruhi said simply. "Patient-doctor-confidentiality."

"You must be the one studying to be a lawyer." Akito raised a brow. He watched as Takashi headed out of the room to go sleep off the last bit of his hangover.

"Kyoya told you?" Haruhi asked.

"Fuyumi," Akito said. "She's the one that pries the most information out of him."

Haruhi smiled and looked to Kyoya. "Yeah, he's pretty stubborn about keeping to himself." She gripped his arm.

Akito raised a brow at the touch and looked down at his clipboard. He flipped to the last page which was blank and wrote: call Fuyumi and ask her about the lawyer. He glanced back up at Haruhi and smiled. Kyoya wouldn't have cut himself normally; not if he had such a pretty girl hovering over him. Akito set down his clipboard and headed for the bathroom.

Tamaki waited until the bathroom door shut before looking back at Haruhi who now held Kyoya's hand. "How long?" he asked.

Haruhi looked over to him confused.

Tamaki sighed. "How long have you been in love with him?"

Haruhi frowned. "Does it matter?"

"No." Tamaki looked to the ground. "I guess not."

Haruhi turned back to Kyoya. His color was coming back and he seemed to be breathing better. She stood and leaned over him. "Please get better," she whispered and kissed Kyoya on the forehead.

Almost every case of ODing I researched had a relapse. It doesn't just go away :(

I hope everyone liked and I will start on the next chapter soon.
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