I don't own Fushigi Yuugi.

Third year ER resident, Michael Andrews slumped down in the chair in the doctor lounge and closed his cell phone with a sigh. Today had not been a good day. First his alarm had broken during the night, meaning his morning was rushed. Then his shower decided it didn't want to give him hot water with the cold, leaving him shivering while he hurried to wash his hair. Then his car wouldn't start, for the 5th time in about as many weeks. Thankfully his neighbor was a mechanic and gave him a ride on his way to work with a promise to have the car towed when he got there. At least he hadn't been late for work, Suzaku must have been the cause for that. Running a large hand over his eyes tiredly, the resident sighed again. Life had been simple once, in another life time. Not boring, just simple. Sometimes he missed those days. Not often, but today he wished he was Myojuan again and didn't have to worry about the worries of the modern world. He missed the others mostly though. Sure he had friends in this life, good friends too, but other then Shoka, who went by Sara, he hadn't found anyone from before. He knew they were out there and he was pretty sure that Miaka and Taka, formerly Tamahome, were alive in this life, but he didn't know where they were and until he got over his residency, he wouldn't be able to travel to Japan to hunt for them.

Faintly Michael heard the call over the intercom reporting that three victims of a car accident were incoming and one was severe. The tall healer however didn't move. He was on break and although he had not used his powers today, he didn't want to use them in case of an emergency. It was pretty well known that very few patients died during the shift he worked on, but only Sara seemed to realize it was because of him. She had inadvertently seen him heal a patient about 4 months ago and had kept his secret, giving him a chance to talk to her. They were now in a relationship that grew stronger every day. A small smile spread across his lips and he closed his eyes, enjoying the solitude that existed in this room. His mind moved over memories of Shoka and Sara, trying to ignore the feeling of urgency that filled him. He had not felt this anxious in a long time. It was an old feeling and he was having trouble grasping how he knew it.

One dark eye peered out as the door of the room was opened and he sat up straighter at Sara's serious face and urgent mannerisms. "What is going on?"

She glanced behind her and slipped in quietly, closing the doors behind her. "There is a patient I think you should look at, Michael. His spinal cord is severed and he has internal injuries."

Michael stood up with a sigh and moved towards the door. "I'll look at him." She nodded and opened the door, leading him towards the room that held the patient. She spoke softly to him as they walked, the feeling of unease growing with each step. "His name is Douglas and he is 17. He and the person driving the car he rode in were hit passenger side by a drunk driver." Michael nodded and she slipped into the curtained area, where other nurses monitored the boy, the doctor working on him not in sight.

Michael stopped short in shock and stared at a sight he had hoped to never see again in any of his lives. A soft whisper escaped his lips as he stared in astonishment. "Chiriko."

Sara turned towards him and her gaze was curious as he approached his youngest Seishi brother. He bent over him as he gathered his powers and slipped his hand under the bed where Chiriko lay. His powers flowed upward, thru the bed and the nurses stopped working and watched the monitor's in amazement as the boy on the bed stabalized and his eyelashes started to flutter upwards.

Michael leaned back as Chiriko opened his eyes and turned a shocked gaze on his older seishi brother. His voice was hoarse and raspy, but Mitsukake felt tears of joy come to his eyes as Chiriko spoke. "Mitsukake?"

Michael smiled softly. "It's Michael. You will be fine." His voice was soft and only Sara heard his words. She smiled softly. The boy on the bed seemed to have complete faith in the doctor talking to him and smiled as he closed his eyes. "Of course I will. I have complete faith in you." He opened his eyes again "As well as Suzaku."

Michael smiled at the question in Chiriko's eyes, knowing he wanted to know if Mitsukake remembered. His voice was lowered so only Chiriko heard him. "By Suzaku's will, Chiriko."

Contentment and joy spread across the youngers face and he relaxed completely against the bed he rested upon as Michael straightened fully and stepped aside as Chiriko's doctor entered, an older couple behind him, presumably Chiriko's parents. The fear and pain on their face faded to hope and joy as they realized that their son was not at death's door like they had been told. The doctor stood in confusion as Michael quietly slipped away, his footsteps lighter then they had been in a very long time.