For the next hour Hemalyn slept soundly while Tamaki played some more on the grand piano, the sound of the music wafted into her dreams and calmed all of her worries, she felt eternal bliss when she wasn't awake- Which was soon transferring to real life. 

She may had night terrors and nightmares often, but when she didn't and had a peaceful rest, she preferred it over the real world and just wished she could stay there with no worries, no harm that could come to her.

Tamaki watched over her as he played the last note, letting it drown out into the room, he glanced up at the clock on the wall, deciding it would be the best to wake up Hemalyn now so they didn't miss their classes for the day.

He stood up and straightened out his suit before walking over to Hemalyn's sleeping form. He smiled briefly, noting the small amount of drool at the corner of her mouth, it must have been a good nap.

He kneeled down in front of her, slightly shaking her. "Hemalyn, it's time to get up now." Hemalyn groaned, burying herself deeper into the couch. He chuckled, shaking his head.

"I know you are tired, but I don't want you to sleep through all of your classes." Hemalyn hesitantly opened her right eye, staring directly at Tamaki groggily, a small blush present on her cheeks as she noticed how close Tamaki's face was to hers. The girl pouted, not wanting to get up and face the reality of the school day.

Tamaki smiled again, he couldn't help himself with the way she pouted. 'Cute...' He thought to himself, a idea entering his mind.

"How about I carry you?" He questioned and Hemalyn's face grew hotter, "I-I mean, if that is alright with you." Hemalyn didn't want to get up but...

If that meant she could be carried and could probably catch a few more minutes of snoozes- Then yes.

She lifted up her head and pushed herself up, raising her arms to him. His heart fluttered, 'She wants me to carry her.'.

He grabbed their bags, handing Hemalyn hers as she rested it on her lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his other going underneath her knees, seeing and feeling her wrap her arms around his neck as he picked her up. He was expecting her to be fairly light, but not this light- Was she even eating properly? He gave her a short worried glance that Hemalyn didn't catch, instead was focusing on keeping her bag in her lap, leaving to only have her left arm wrapped around Tamaki's neck as she held her bag in the other to keep it in place.

Tamaki didn't take note of the door was slightly left a jar and thought nothing of it- Just thinking he didn't close it fully earlier. He slid it it open with his foot, walking out into the hall and seeing no one was around, most likely in their respected classrooms already.

Hemalyn carefully rested the side of her head on Tamaki's shoulder, messing with the fabric of Tamaki's collar with her left hand. She would prefer to be wearing a suit similar to Tamaki's, even if with a skirt- It would be much better than lugging the yellow dress around that weighed more than a Saint Bernard. (Speaking of doggos- My little lassapoo is in my sweater right now. I'm gonna die from her cuteness)

Tamaki walked down the halls, maneuvering to where their class was at and where they would stay until lunch and at the end of the school day- Then it is back to Music Room #3 for them. Tamarind figured Hemalyn would tag along as well so they could work more on her French.

He never really realized of how much Hemalyn appreciated him helping her, he didn't realize even no that she was struggling to keep her grades up- Despite her being accepted into Ouran. She could only hope that this would be the school she would ever have to transfer to.

When they reached the door to their class with five minutes to spare- Hemalyn reluctantly let Tamaki set her down onto the ground, making sure her feet were planted firmly on it before letting go entirely.

"Shall we?" Hemalyn nodded and let Tamaki open the door for her before entering.

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Clara stared down at the papers on her desk, the documents and workload surrounding her weighed heavy on her conscious. She needed to finish every single pile before the day ended- Or else she would fall behind and lose her place. Bad repercussions could happen.

That's why she always came home late- Barely ever had any days off because without her everything would crumble to the ground. Mythica knew that, and supported her no matter what. Her daughter on the other hand didn't.

Clara did wish she could spend more time with Hemalyn, always had ever since her problems began. She failed as a mother, as a parent. Wasn't fit to raise a child back then and perhaps even now. She didn't want what happened to Hemalyn to happen to her second child. Neither did Mythica, and Hemalyn even had mixed feelings about gaining a sibling-

Clara stopped herself, shaking her head as she grabbed her phone, going to the contact. She has been trying to reach him since the night in the bar, but he was ignoring her, leaving all messages left on read. He didn't want to deal with this was Clara thought, but he also had problems to deal with on his own. The last thing she heard from him was that he handed over both of their medical records to Doctor Croft, but after that it was silent on his end. Didn't know what to do after everything, and no word from Doctor Croft yet of what they found. It was all just a anxiety filled wait. Slowly eating her up inside.

But, Hemalyn was doing better. Therapy was helping, her medicine was helping, even if it was small improvements. It was working.

And that's all that mattered to her right now.

Her hand grabbed the ball point pen, twirling it between her fingers skillfully before signing her name at the bottom of the page. The quicker she gets this done, the quicker she can get home and spend time with her family.

To Be continued