(Kyoya POV)
I frowned at Takumi, who was still unconscious. I didn't know what to do with myself. I'll kill him if he doesn't wake up soon. I frowned as he rolled to face me. He looked so calm when he slept. "Kyoya-senpai? Are you even listening?" A voice asked. I clutched the phone tighter. "Of course, Haruhi. I assure you, Takumi is fine. We ran tests related to illnesses matching the sets of symptoms he relayed to me over the phone and those that I observed when we found him. They all came up negative. We just need to be patient. I'll call you if he wakes up." I hung up before she could protest. She wants to be here. They all do. I watched Takumi snuggle deeper into the rough hospital blankets. If I were in that bed, would Takumi be here? I frowned at myself. What a stupid idea. I watched in surprise as he slowly popped open one eye. Then the other. He let out a sigh and reached out to me. I knew he was going to pat me on the head so I stayed where I was. I felt a rush of cool, hospital air brush my face. He missed. Takumi kept rubbing at that same spot in the air. I grabbed his wrist and gently set it down. "How many fingers am I holding up, Takumi?" I asked him. I held up three fingers. He gently shook his head and glared at my fingers. "Four." He frowned when I shook my head. "Here." I popped open a black case and slid his glasses on for him. "I really do need these now. Craptastic." He said angrily. "Ooh. I want to throw her in jail so much!" He snapped. "Hm?" Before I could say anything, he was unconscious again. "Oh well." I mumbled.