Chapter 8
Michiru didn't waste any time with staring at
the dead Trevor; instead she grabbed Harolds hand and pulled him into the
living room. "Please, save Haruka!" she begged the doctor, tears shimmering in
her blue eyes. "I'll try." The man answered, kneeling down next to Haruka. He
grabbed the tomboy's wrist and searched for a pulse. "Her heart stopped
beating." Harold told Michiru, who broke down on the couch sobbing. Harold
placed his strong hands on Harukas chest and started the heart reactivation,
counting from one to five. Every time he reached five, he stopped the massaging
and did mouth-to-mouth. "Come on, Haruka…" Harold spoke while pressing more and
harder on the dead girl's chest. He looked up at Michiru. "Take her hand, touch
her, talk to her." He advised the sobbing girl. Michiru also knelt down and
took Harukas hand into hers. "Haruka…please, come back." She sobbed. "I need
you so much…I couldn't stand loosing you, not now. Please, come back!" Harolds head came up. "I have a heartbeat." He sighed
before continuing his mouth-to-mouth. "If I get her to breathe, she'll make
it." The doctor said between two blows of air. Suddenly, Haruka coughed, and
her fingers twitched. "Haruka!" Michiru
called out, pulling the moaning Haruka into her arms. Harukas face turned to a
sickening pale color, and she quickly turned her head and threw up on the
carpet. "Sorry", she whispered afterwards. "Shhht." Michiru answered. „Don't talk now, you are still a
little weak, I'm afraid." Hotaru came running and also knelt down while Harold
applied a tourniquet above the wound in Harukas leg. "I'll call the ambulance."
He then said and left the room. Haruka rested her head on Michirus shoulder and
winced. "That hurts." She then informed her lover. Michiru stroke Harukas
sweaty face. "Just hold on, the ambulance will be here any minute." Harold
said, standing in the doorway. "Good." Michiru answered, smiling at the doctor.
He returned the smile and knelt down again. "Do you think you can stay awake?"
he asked Haruka. "Yes", came the whispered reply. "Though it'll be hard." "Just
try it." Michiru begged, pulling Haruka closer to her. "Just try to stay awake,
love."
Six hours later, Haruka laid in a hospital bed
again, a thick bandage wrapped around her leg. Michiru sat next to her, holding
her hand. "That's the third time within one week I have to go into the
hospital." Haruka mocked. "If I have to go here one more time, I'll scream."
Michiru smiled and kissed her lover. Suddenly the door opened, and a police
officer came in. "Excuse me?" he said hesitating. "Mister Haruka Tenoh?"
„Yes." Haruka answered,
looking at the officer questioning. "I'm here in case Trevor Jackson." The man
informed Haruka and Michiru. "Why? I thought he's dead." Michiru asked
surprised. "Yes, he is, but we still have a few questions." The officer
answered. He looked at Haruka. "Did you ever notice any strange behavior of
Mister Jackson?" "No, not really." Haruka answered. "He always hated me, since
he was forever on the second place." The officer nodded before talking on: "To
tell the truth, our psychologist found extreme signs of schizophrenia when
talking to Harold Jackson about his brother. Since schizophrenia is
inheritable, we are afraid that Harold Jackson might snap too, if you don't
mind this vulgar expression." Haruka frowned. "And you think that he might
attack me too?" "No, not at all." The officer calmed her down. "I think that
you are safe now. But we will have two cops observing your house for one more
week." Haruka sighed and laid back on her bed. "If that is necessary…" Michiru
gave the officer a questioning look. "Do you know why Trevor snapped?"
"Following the information Harold Jackson gave me, it seems as if Trevor was
beaten from his father when being young." The officer explained. "His father
never was satisfied and always told his son that he was a big loser. When
Trevor never managed to win a race and always lost against you, he thought that
his father would be disappointed again, although he was long dead. Somehow
Trevors dark side became his father for him, telling him to
kill you, Mister Tenoh." "Scary." Haruka said to no one in particular. "Is it
over now?" Michiru asked and the officer gave her a warm smile. "I think it is,
Miss Kaioh. There won't be any trial, since Mister Jackson is dead, and you
won't be charged since it wasn't you who killed him. However, I'll leave now."
With that, the officer shook Harukas hand, lifted his hat to Michiru and
vanished. "Finally." Haruka sighed. "I hope that we'll be left in peace now for
a while." "Let's go on a holiday, shall we?" Michiru suggested. "Yeah, that's a
great idea!" Haruka beamed. "As soon as I'm allowed to leave this terrible
place they call a hospital, and as soon as the police thinks that it is safe,
that is." Michiru smiled and cuddled up to her newfound love. "I'll think I'll
bring some flowers to Trevors grave." She then said. "Flowers?" Haruka asked,
frowning. "Why should you bring him flowers,
of all people?" "Because he kind of helped us get together." Michiru whispered
before kissing Haruka again, happy that she finally found her love.
THE END!!!!