The amount of times that Haruka had asked to see Michiru was innumerable. Haruka had first gotten to see her three weeks after the accident. The doctors had told her that Michiru was okay and that she was just having tests done, but Haruka couldn't allow herself to believe them, just like she hadn't been able to believe it when the doctors told her that she would never (drive or make love to Michiru) walk again. Haruka had tried to cope with her fate, but the cameras had caught her in tears every night. It had become a schedule to give Haruka her sleeping pill when she woke up at twelve in the morning. Michiru had been brought into her room on a bed that was identical to hers. Michiru was still on medication to help control her emotions, but she would be off soon and it was decided that Haruka would need her support to go on.

The nurse who brought Michiru in gently pulled the blanket from on top of her and helped her into a chair beside Haruka's bed. Haruka was overjoyed that Michiru wasn't attached to any machines. She looked fine with an exception of the bruise on her forehead and the small patch of shaved scalp where the doctors had made the incision. Haruka was hooked up to half the machines in the hospital and both arms were covered in needles. Michiru had been told that Haruka may be acting strange due to pain-killers that she was on. Half of them were addictive; Haruka still wasn't expected to live much longer, so it didn't matter much.

Even though Haruka had been waiting for weeks to see her lover, she had no idea of how to start a conversation. She had almost killed the both of them with her stupid recklessness. Michiru had warned her so many times, but she hadn't listened and now she had ruined everything that they had together.
"Michiru, I'm so sorry," she moaned. Haruka sounded slightly like Darth Vader over the roaring of the machines.
Michiru shook her head and took Haruka's hand, the only part of Haruka that she was authorized to touch.
"Haruka, it's going to be okay," she cooed, clasping Haruka's hand tightly.
Haruka was silent for a while, and then she barely uttered, "I can't move my legs."

Michiru could hear that Haruka was crying even though she could not see her face through the numerous bags of blood, water and countless things that were flowing in and out of her.
"I love you, Haruka. You know that." Tears were also coming from Michiru's eyes. The medicine that she was on should have prevented it, but she couldn't help that she was crying. "It doesn't matter to me, as long as you are alive and well."
Haruka didn't think that her condition should be described as "well", but she didn't argue.
"I will always stay with you no matter what, Haruka."

The nurse came back into the room to collect Michiru, telling her that her time was up. Haruka needed more painful procedures to be done on her body, but she had enough inspiration from Michiru to want to make her way through them.