Author's Note: I have been a way for sometime, life gets in the way sometimes, but it is always a pleasure to return to writing. I have no edited this yet, just wrote as I felt inspired today. It is a little different from things I have written in the past and I am still working on how I want to format this, so things may change, be patient.
These characters are in no way mine. I do not own any rights or any part of these characters.
Haruka, No More!
The car rushed to life under the pressure of it's owners foot. She was the happiest woman alive, life had thrown her some hard curve balls, but now it have given her life long happiness and she was at peace with the world around her. Wind whipping through her hair and the sun warming her skin, she never saw the truck that hit her, the car she had been driving flipped side over side, and rolled. Her body had been thrown from the car, she came to rest on the curb, unconscious, blood pouring from a open head wound, her body broken.
Machines, nurses, and doctors raced around, moving from curtain to curtain and room to room. The beautiful aqua haired woman entered the emergency room, she could not find the strength for tears, the phone call she had received had shocked her more than anything, it was a numb disbelief. A young blue haired woman walked over, her white doctor's coat followed behind her. As Michiru looked deep into the woman's sorrowful face, she melted, Ami rushed over to catch her and steered her into a nearby chair. Tears and hysterical sobs were pouring from her eyes and her hear. Ami just touched Michiru gently, trying to console her.
"We did everything we could, she is in surgery right now with the best doctors in the country." The small beauty was sobbing, she tried to pull it together. "Michiru, calm yourself, you need to be strong right now." The delicate woman stopped crying and wiped her nose and eyes with her handkerchief. She took another deep breath, she could be strong, she needed to be strong and she would be strong, because Haruka's life was hanging in the balance and there were decisions that needed to the made. Ami was talking with her, explaining the procedures and what, if any recovery could be made, but Michiru was distant, in her mind she was visiting Haruka, connecting to her soul.
"Haruka, Haruka," Michiru's soul cried into the emptiness.
"I'm here my sweet." Michiru let her breath leave her as she saw the light of her lover's soul. She rushed towards it. "Stop!" She was frozen in her tracks, "I am not in a good place, for you to come after me, will only put us both in harm's way." Michiru did not understand. "I am fighting, please, let me focus on the fight." Haruka's light was fading. Michiru reached out again with her life force,
"Keep fighting my love, don't you dare leave me!" Michiru called as she saw her lover's light fade.
When Michiru returned to herself, she found the small arms of a young blonde holding her tight, Ami was standing up and speaking with a nurse. She looked over at Michiru, then nodded and left the scared and lost woman with her companions who had come immediately to her aide.
Hours ticked by, night fell outside as the others did their best to care for the small woman who seemed trapped in her own little world of sorrow. Michiru's life force was being directed to her partner, who was laying at death's doorstep. The morning sun was just starting to shine through the ever closing emergency room doors when Ami walked out beside an exhausted looking man, but they were both smiling. Michiru stood up, her dark haired friend was holding her tight, sharing her strength and helping her to remain upright.
"We have done everything in our power, it is up to the powers of the universe and her own fighting spirit, however she is stable. Once she is out of recovery and we get her a room in the ICU, you can go in." Michiru cracked a brief smile and a sigh of relief. "Ami here tells me she knows our patient and you personally, she will be assisting on your wife's case, I am going to leave you with her to give you answers."