Disclaimer: I am afraid that I do not own Sailor Moon. I do, however, own some of the hilarious situations that they get themselves into. Read and enjoy!

I also wanted to point something out (other than the fact that I haven't posted since the start of June… last year... heh heh…): I realize that 60 blocks to the nearest hospital is quite a distance away, and that a safe and efficient city (in other words, a REAL city) would have hospitals much closer than that.

However, I figured, since this situation is so out of control anyway, I might as well add even more trauma into their lives, since they so obviously need it ;).

Anyway, ON WITH THE STORY!

Oh yeah, and don't worry: there's plenty more to come!

The Sailor Senshi Rise Again:

Chapter 6: Hospital Hardships

Everyone sprinted down the sidewalk, with the paramedics carrying Haruka, and Makoto pushing Usagi. All of them rotated jobs, but it was still backbreaking work, certainly not relieved by Usagi.

"Hurry up, you guys! Haruka's gonna die if we don't run faster." Quips like this usually earned her a smack on the head by whoever was pushing her. Haruka had still not awakened.

After awhile, they stopped to take a breather. Ami glanced at a street sign. "We've only gone twenty-five blocks," she exclaimed. Everyone groaned. "We have to keep going."

Everyone started up again, with the same rotations. Hotaru collapsed from exhaustion, forcing Setsuna to sling her over her back. Everyone was having similar fits of exhaustion, but they were always pressured on by Usagi, earning her more smacks on the head.

Eventually, everyone came to a stop yet again, panting and sweating. Ami looked at the street signs again. "We still have twenty more blocks to go!" Everyone groaned. Setsuna was attempting to revive Hotaru by fanning her, which appeared to be working only slightly. Hotaru's eyes began to flutter open.

"Wait!" Makoto shouted.

"Oh no," Rei panted. "When Makoto needs a break, we all know that means we're going down." Rei collapsed to the ground, tracing the cracks in the sidewalk with her finger.

"Not THAT kind of 'wait', Rei," Makoto said, shaking her head as if Rei were crazy. "I mean, 'wait a second'. Why don't we just call for an ambulance?"

Everyone looked at Makoto as if she had just solved the hardest problem in the world. Michiru pulled out her cell phone and dialed 911. "911? We need an ambulance, NOW!"

"Please calmly tell us where you are, ma'am," the operator said calmly.

"Uh… There's a big building to the left, and a stop sign to the right…"

"Ma'am, you could be describing any street in Tokyo. Please be more specific."

"Uh… Uh…" Michiru dropped the phone and started to twitch. She was sweating, and her eyes were bulging out of their sockets. Ami caught the phone.

"Is she having a panic attack?" Minako asked, concerned.

"Yeah. Don't worry," Setsuna said casually. "Last week, Haruka got a paper cut, and Michiru started hyperventilating. I almost broke my leg like you, Usagi, when I was trying to walk up the stairs with armloads of groceries and almost fell that same day. Michiru just laughed." Hotaru stood up, swaying slightly. Setsuna offered her arm for support.

"So this only happens with Haruka?" Makoto asked. Setsuna nodded.

Ami snapped the cell phone shut. "Alright, everyone, an ambulance is on the way."

Everyone stared at Ami. "How did you know where we are?" Ami pointed to the street signs above their heads. "Oh."

Everyone waited on the sidewalk for the ambulance to arrive. Hotaru was pacing around, attempting to recover from her collapse from exhaustion. Michiru looked back and forth between her watch and Haruka's pale face, which was slowly getting paler. Minako and Usagi were playing patty-cake. Everyone else was exchanging Haruka back and forth on the stretcher.

The ambulance finally arrived five minutes later. Michiru ran up to the ambulance doors, flung them open, and ordered the paramedics to put Haruka inside.

"She's very demanding, isn't she?" One of the paramedics asked. Michiru slapped him in the face, and then hopped into the ambulance with Haruka.

Everyone else hopped into the back (the paramedics easing Usagi into the ambulance), then slammed the doors shut. "Drive, drive, drive!" They all shouted.

The ambulance sped off, and everyone set to work mopping up the blood from Haruka's head with the paper towels that Michiru had brought with her. Michiru put a fresh roll of paper towels around her head.

"What? No new ice for her butt?" Usagi muttered.

"Well, I didn't bring any— hey!" Michiru shouted. She attempted to punch Usagi, but was held back by Hotaru and Setsuna.

"We don't want any more injuries today, do we?" Setsuna said in a voice reserved for little children. Michiru sighed, and they let her go.

The rest of the ride went fairly smooth. The paramedics had pulled out a deck of cards ("For the really long ambulance rides."), which everyone played with. When Rei won one hand, she got so excited, that she slammed her hand down, right onto Haruka's head. Haruka didn't respond, but Setsuna and Hotaru had to hold back Michiru to prevent her from murdering Rei. Rei apologized profusely.

When they arrived at the hospital, everyone jumped out, and the paramedics slowly eased Usagi and Haruka out of the back. Then, they left the girls, saying that they were needed in another emergency, before sprinting away.

"I don't blame them," Setsuna said. "I would get out of here as soon as possible too. This situation is crazy!"

Michiru and Setsuna carried Haruka through the entrance, with everyone else following closely behind, Makoto pushing Usagi. They arrived at the front counter, where they saw an inattentive secretary, twirling her hair and chewing on some gum.

"Why do all of the counter people we talk to have to be like this?" Setsuna muttered to herself. She walked up to the woman and cleared her throat. She didn't look up. Setsuna then asked, "Excuse me. Miss?" The woman glanced up. "We need some help. For Haruka Tenou. Our unconscious friend here."

The woman looked at Haruka without much interest. Then, she asked in a bored voice, "What happened?"

Setsuna looked at her, and started to open her mouth to speak, but Hotaru was quicker. "Can you please just get her to a room, NOW? She's dying!"

The woman rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Send her to room 137. I'll call for an attendant."

Makoto took the stretcher from Michiru as the secretary made the announcement. Michiru glared at her, but Makoto said calmly, "Look, Michiru, you need to rest. Someone you care for's just been gravely injured. You're tired. I'll make sure Setsuna and I get her to the room safely. Just relax. We have it under control." Michiru reluctantly nodded, tears starting (yet again). Makoto and Setsuna followed the attendant to the room.

Everyone began to follow, but the attendant asked, "Wait. We need to know what happened. We'll be able to better help her that way."

"Well," Usagi started, "It all began when she pushed me down the stairs…"

"Because you were being a pain in the BUTT!" Michiru shouted.

"She didn't have to break my LEG!" Usagi shouted back.

"YOU didn't have to be a crybaby and tell your dad! Then none of this would've happened in the first place!"

"Just shut up and let me tell the story!"

"No! YOU shut up and let ME tell the story!"

"Security!" The woman behind the counter called. Two huge security guards came out from a door behind the counter.

"What? Do you guys just stand behind the door, waiting for someone to call security?" Usagi mocked. Michiru slapped her. Usagi slapped her back. They got into a slapping fight, both screeching and cursing at each other.

The guards each grabbed both of their arms. Michiru and Usagi looked up at the security guards, and gulped.

"Actually," one of the security guards started, "we were enjoying a nice donut break. Which YOU TWO interrupted." He signaled to the other guard. They both roughly turned the girls around toward the entrance/exit. "I'm afraid that you'll have to leave."

"WHAT? NO!" Michiru shouted. The guard began to drag her away. "My… my friend is in there!" She turned to the girls. "Help me out here!"

The girls, desperate to be rid of Usagi and Michiru's fighting, shrugged, and then turned away. Michiru opened her mouth in disbelief, and then started screaming.

"Ma'am. We'll let you back in when you learn to control yourself." The security guard threw her out the door, then stood in front of it, watching Michiru pound on the glass, desperately trying to get in.

"Hey!" Usagi shouted, having also been thrown out by the other security guard. "She started it! Why am I out here?" The guard just shook his head.

Michiru pulled out her transformation stick, and then started to shout, "Neptune Planet Pow—"

Usagi clapped her hands over Michiru's mouth. At least, she attempted to. With Usagi in a wheelchair, all she accomplished was to send Michiru's transformation stick flying onto the road. A huge pick-up truck flew across the road, running right over it.

Michiru ran over to it, picked it up, and then ran back over to Usagi, who she punched in the face as hard as she could. "Why did you do that?" Michiru checked her transformation stick and sighed, seeing that it wasn't broken. "Do you know what you could have done?"

Usagi wiped the blood off of her face, tears welling up in her eyes. "You… you… MEANIE!" Usagi started sobbing.

"ENOUGH!" Michiru shouted. She pocketed her transformation stick, and then grabbed Usagi by the collar. "Again, WHY did you do that?"

Usagi wiped her eyes, and then started sobbing again, except this time, her words were audible. "You can't reveal your identity. Even if Haruka's in danger, which she isn't, because she's at the hospital. Haruka wouldn't want you to risk your identity for her."

Michiru slowly let go of Usagi. Then, she pulled out a paper towel and handed it to her friend, who took it and started to wipe off her face. "You're right. Thanks." Usagi held out the blood-covered paper towel to her. "That's okay," Michiru said. "You keep that." Usagi shrugged, and then pocketed it.