As previously stated, I own absolutely none of the original characters from Sailor Moon. Only Kiseki and the other "unknown characters" belong to me. Any names of racers are in no way, shape, or form real people, just products of my imagination. Please enjoy and review.
"Ki-chan!" Haruka screamed. She watched in horror as her daughter's race car flipped numerous times in the air, came back down, bounced back into the air, and flipped some more. She didn't think that her little girl was going to survive this. Her car had flipped a total of 19 times and was now lying on its top. Tears streamed from Haruka's eyes as she ran as fast as she could over to her daughter's over-turned car. "Ki-chan," she whispered as she fell to her knees, looking for her child.
Kiseki opened her eyes slowly. Her head was pounding and she realized that her helmet wasn't on anymore. She tried to move her arms so she could undo her belt and get out of the car but she couldn't. Her left arm was pinned to her side and she knew that her right one was broken in at least two places. Her shoulder was dislocated and her wrists and fingers were broken. The windshield and windows had shattered and the broken glass cut through her racing suit and sliced through her skin. She bled badly from the waist up and she wasn't sure ifshe would live. She seen Haruka and felt a tinge of hope. "Daddy," she managed to whisper before she passed out.
Haruka managed to get her daughter out of the car. She was surprised that the vehicle hadn't exploded but didn't think anything of it as she held her child in her arms. She carried Kiseki over to the grass and laid her flat on her back. Just as she did, the teenager's emergency team showed up.
Chris, one ofHaruka's friends from America, put a hand on the blonde's shoulder. "We're going to take care of her, Haruka."
Haruka looked at him through swollen, bloodshot eyes and nodded. He told her to call Michiru and let her know what hadhappened. She walked a few feet away and pulled out her cell phone. She only had two numbers programmed into the device; Michiru's and Kiseki's. Fortunately, the last number that she had called was her wife's so the phone automatically dialed the number. She waited anxiously for Michiru to answer and after a few rings, she finally did. "Michi, you have to go to the hospital. Kiseki," She stopped short when Michiru cut her off, saying that she knew that her daughter was going to get into an accident one day. "No, it wasn't her fault. That stupid bastard Takachi rammed her twice." She looked over at her daughter as she was being lifted into an ambulance. "Michi, just go to the hospital. I'm on my way there now with the ambulance." For the first time that she could remember, she hung up on Michiru. She ran to the back of the ambulance and jumped in. She sat down next to the stretcher that Kiseki was lying on. The officials had called off the race just as the ambulance left the track because they knew that Takachi had purposely rammed the girl. Looking down at Kiseki and closing her eyes, she silently prayed that her daughter would be all right. She wanted to hold Kiseki's hand but she was afraid to.
After a few minutes, Kiseki's eyes fluttered open. She couldn't move as she was strapped down to the stretcher. Another second later is when she felt the unbearable pain shooting through her body. Out of reflex, she yelled and started crying.
Haruka'seyes shot openwhen she heard her yell. "Ki-chan, calm down," she said, trying to soothe her. "You're going to be fine." Something in the back of her mind told her that she wasn't completely correct but she shook it off.
Kiseki took a deep breath. "What happened?" she asked between sobs. Another jolt of pain shot through her body and she cringed.
Haruka didn't want her little girl to think about the race right now. "Don't worry about it. It got called."
"Oh," Kiseki said. "It must have been something pretty bad then. I didn't hurt anyone else, did I?" She closed her eyes and tried not to think about her pain.
Haruka was amazed at how well Kiseki was handling this. She knew that the teenager was in immense pain. She shook her head. "No, you didn't. Now stop talking. You need to try and relax."
Kiseki closed her eyes again but her dad told her to keep them open. She tried to think of what happened during the race and the last thing that she could remember was Takachi, Yuikazi ramming into her side of the car. Then everything went black. Then she felt the ambulance stopping.
Haruka was glad to know that they were at the hospital. "Ki-chan, listen to me. Whatever happens, just stay strong, ok? I'm right here for you and your mother's on her way." She saw tears of nervousness welling up in her daughter's eyes.
Kiseki totally ignored the pain as her dad bent down and kissed her forehead. "I love you, daddy," she whispered.
Haruka smiled, attempting to comfort her daughter. "I love you too, okami." Just as she finished her sentence, the back doors flew open and Kiseki was taken out and rushed inside. The blonde hopped out of the vehicle and looked around for her wife.
Michiru had gotten out of her car the second that the ambulance had pulled in front of the emergency room doors. She seen Haruka getting out of the ambulance and rushed to stand in front of her. "Ruka!" she said as she flung her arms around the taller girl. "Where is she? Is she ok? What happened?" she asked in a rushed panic.
Haruka let go of Michiru. "She's inside, I'm pretty sure she's going to need surgery for something, and if I tell you what happened, you'll probably end up in jail for murder," she explained.
Michiru took a deep breath to calm herself. "Just tell me what happened. Please?" She took Haruka's hands into her own. "I need to know," she pleaded.
Haruka sighed. She knew she was going to regret telling her. "Remember Takachi, Kouta? The guy who had a real problem with me racing a few years ago?" She seen a glint of anger in Michiru's eyes. When her wife nodded, she continued. "Well, his son races now. He's been in the last few races that Kiseki's been in and has lost to her every time. I guess he didn't want to lose today. He rammed her twice; once in the bumper and then again in her driver's side door."
Michiru felt more anger flowing through her at that moment than she ever had in her entire life but pushed it aside for the time being. All she cared about now was her child. "Let's go inside," she said, turning towards the doors.
Haruka followed the senshi of the sea into the hospital. She felt herself moving forward but it didn't seem real. She felt like she was living out her worst nightmare. "That's because I am," she thought. She and Michiru sat in the waiting room, looking for anyone who could tell them what was going on with Kiseki.
They waited for 45 minutes before a tall doctor, just a little bit taller than Haruka, came up to them. "Are you the parents of Tenoh, Kiseki?"
The pair stood up and nodded. "Is she all right?" Michiru asked quickly. She was holding Haruka's hand and squeezed it when the doctor hesitated to answer her.
The doctor sighed. "She's in pretty bad shape right now, but she'll be fine in a few weeks."
"What, uh," Haruka started. "What all happened to her?" She prepared herself for the inevitable. She knew through personal experience how bad a racing accident could be but this seemed different.
"Nothing life threatening," the doctor said with a twinkle in his eye. "Do you want to know the specific injuries?" The couple nodded and he nodded himself before continuing. "Starting from the bottom, her left ankle was broken. She suffered multiple fractures in both legs. She, uh, sustained a broken pelvis. She has a total of seven broken ribs; four on the left and three on the right." He stopped for a moment to regain his composure. "Her collarbone was broken and shifted on the left side. Her right shoulder was dislocated and the right arm is broken in four places. Both wrists and all of her fingers were broken. She suffered aminor sprain in her neck. Was there broken glass involved in this accident?" Haruka nodded at him and he sighed. "There's a deep laceration across here." He took his index finger and pointed just under his right eye, dragging it up and over his eye and across his forehead to his hairline in a slanted line. "She also has a mild concussion."
Michiru was horrified. She wondered how her daughter had survived with all that. She squeezed Haruka's hand again, turned, and buried her face into the blonde's shoulder. She instantly felt her wife's other hand on her back, consoling her.
Haruka rubbed Michiru's back. "She's going to need surgery, isn't she?" She didn't know why she asked; she already knew the answer.
The doctor nodded. "That's where she is now but there's no need to worry. We've got our best surgeon in there." He turned to walk away, but stopped. Turning back to look at them, he said, "You've got one very lucky and very strong little girl. She'll be ok." He gave them a small smile before walking away.
Haruka let go of Michiru's hand and hugged her hard. "She's ok." She chuckled quietly. "She's stronger than either of us."
Michiru let herself go and just enjoyed being in Haruka's arms, as selfish as it seemed at the moment. They hadn't been able to just hold each other in quite some time as they were never both in the same place at the same time. Either she was at one of her art shows or Haruka was at the track, helping to train Kiseki.
Haruka let go of her wife and looked into her eyes. "Let's sit down and wait," she offered. Once she was seated, she let her head fall back and closed her eyes. After a little while, she looked over and found Michiru staring at the clock. "Baby, I don't think having a staring match with the clock is going to make time go by any faster." She reached out and intertwined their fingers. "Relax. I know you're nervous. Hell, I am, too."
Michiru let go of Haruka's hand, stood up, and sat back down on Haruka's leg, wrapping her arms around the blonde's neck and lying her head on her arms. She felt Haruka put one hand on her back and the other on her knee. "I am beyond nervous," she whispered.
Haruka rubbed Michiru's back again. "She's going to be ok. At least she's still alive." She couldn't help but think that the accident was partly her fault. She's the one that let the girl race and because of it, she was lying on an operation table.
They had been waiting for three hours when Michiru fell asleep, still sitting in Haruka's lap. Anotherfour and a half hours later, Kiseki's surgeon stepped in front of them and Michiru woke up with a start. "I'm sorry." Michiru nodded as did the surgeon. "Everything went fine with her surgeries. There were no complications at all. I have to commend you both. You have one really healthy teenager." The two smiled weaklyand then his pager went off. He looked at it quickly and then looked at them again. "I have to go. Kiseki is in recovery right now. You can go see her if you want. She maystill bea little bit groggy though." He turned and started to walk down the hall before the pair could thank him.
"What room is she in?" Haruka said loudly.
He turned his head but didn't stop walking. "318," he said as he stepped into an elevator.
Michiru thought for a moment. "That's on the third floor," she yawned. She stood up from Haruka's lap and gave a stretch.
Haruka stood up and stretched also. "Let's go. She probably wants us there anyway." She took her wife's hand and led her to the elevators, pressing the "up" button quickly.
They took the first elevator up to the third floor, hating every moment of it. The contraption took forever to close, there was nonoise other than that of the two breathing, and took an eternity to make it to third floor. They were glad to get off the elevator and make it to Kiseki's door. They braced themselves for the sight that they were about to take in, expecting to see her in a full body cast. What they seen when they opened the door wasn't as bad as the had expected, but it looked pretty bad.
AN: A tremendous thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far and to everyone who might review. I really appreciate it. Just a little update on my other Kiseki piece, I'm going to update it very soon. I haven't had much time because I just graduated from my high school, I've had a lot of graduation parties to go to, and I had to move. Now, I'll be able to write more often because I have a more flexible schedule. I only go to class for three hours a day so I have a lot of time to focus on my fics. Oh, and just for future reference, this is technically part three of my Kiseki Files. That's why I called it "The Second Accident" instead of just "The Accident." The next chapter of this fic will explain why I did this. Ja ne!
Okami meanswolf (for anyone who doesn't know Japanese). The number "318" is one of my best friend's birthday.