Michiru Kaioh had a broken arm, a broken rib, and a slight concussion. Haruka was another story. The nurse had waited until Michiru could correctly tell her that the year was 2005 to tell her all about her lover's fate. Nearly every bone in Haruka's body was broken. Her neck, her spine, even her skull. Her left arm had actually torn off during her violent impact with the pavement. Haruka had lost nearly all of the blood in her body, but due to all of the (fan girls with O- and B- blood types, and even some who couldn't give blood tried to offer theirs) people who gladly gave their blood for the world-renowned racer, Haruka's heart continued to beat. The doctors had never seen a case like hers, the nurse had told her. Several American surgeons were on their way to the hospital already. Michiru was told that it would be a medical miracle if Haruka lived through the night. If she did, Haruka would be the most vegetative case the world would ever see.
Haruka Tenoh's lover did not take the news very well at
all. Michiru had first listened to the nurse carefully and silently,
but then what the woman was saying seemed to register in her mind:
Haruka was going to die. The woman that she loved with all of her
heart was dying.
"No!" she cried.
The nurse gave Michiru a
very sympathetic gaze and tried to comfort her with lies.
"It's
okay, Miss Kaioh, she'll be fine! Don't work your self up about
it. You really need to get some rest or your injuries will never
hea-"
"WHERE IS SHE?" Michiru shrieked, completely ignored
the pain in her abdomen and tearing the IV from her good arm with her
mouth. Michiru looked like a mad woman, with a bloody bandage wrapped
around her forehead and panting while she held her broken arm in
place. "WHERE THE HL IS SHE?"
The nurse tried to get Michiru to lie back down but Michiru pushed the middle-aged woman aside and stormed outside of the curtained recovery section of the hospital. The nurse pressed the emergency button on the wall and watched the hysterical woman go. A moment later a group of doctors rushed to the room where Michiru had been. The nurse pointed to the (emergency room) direction in Michiru had fled and described her erratic actions. The group caught up to Michiru before she could further endanger her life and those of the newly admitted patients in the emergency ward. Three of the doctors held the woman still while another bent Michiru over and injected a large dose of a heavy sedative into her buttock through the hospital yukata she was wearing.
Michiru was still struggling in the grasp of the doctors for nearly a minute until the medication took complete control of her body. She fell into their arms with one more call of Haruka's name and then sank into the beginning of her drug-induced coma. Haruka awoke from her own coma days before the doctors dared to remove Michiru from hers. Scans showed that part of the brain that could control emotion had been damaged in the accident. She would need surgery before she could even begin to think about Haruka again if there was going to be anything done about her flinging herself off of a balcony.
Haruka's body had been repaired as well as the American team and the best of Japan's surgeons could manage, but her body would be scarred for the rest of her life. She remembered everything up until the very moment of the crash. The only thing that was truly different about her was that Haruka was paralyzed from the waist down. Haruka would definitely get herself into the Guinness Records.