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!

Alright! It's good to be back! Sorry about the long delay, but I'll hopefully be able to post more frequently now that my life isn't as hectic. This story is gonna get very complicated and even crazier than it is already, so hopefully, if everyone hasn't given up this story due to a lack of timely posts, they'll love what I have in store ;).

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

The Sailor Senshi Rise Again:

Chapter 7: Somebody Needs a Doctor…

A few minutes passed, while Michiru sat on the sidewalk and Usagi sat in her wheelchair, both of them not speaking, too busy thinking and worrying about what was going on inside of the hospital. Then, Michiru suddenly stood up.

"What's up?" Usagi asked.

"We're getting into that room, whether they like it or not." Michiru walked over to Usagi, grabbed the handles of her wheelchair, and pushed. Michiru strode over to the side of the hospital, and peered at the brick wall.

"Uh… Whatcha doin'?" Usagi asked as if Michiru had lost her mind.

"I was thinking that we could sneak through a window to get into Haruka's room. I just need to figure out which one it is." Michiru cocked her head towards one of the windows, and then listened. She thought that she could hear Setsuna's voice coming from it. "I think it's this one," she declared.

"What if you're wrong, and it's someone else's room? How do we explain that?"

"Well, we'll deal with that if it comes to that. But I'm sure this is her room. I can hear Setsuna." Michiru eased the window open, and then peered inside. She saw and heard Setsuna explaining what had happened to a nurse, who looked back and forth from Setsuna to Haruka, who was now a deathly white. "Yes, that's them. Traitors. But at least they're getting Haruka some help." Michiru picked up Usagi, who started squirming.

"Hey, hey, whoa!" Usagi shouted. "What are you doing?"

"Getting you in, now stop screaming," Michiru hissed. "Don't worry. I'll throw in your wheelchair after you get inside. Now get ready. One," Michiru heaved Usagi back, "two…"

"I'll get in another way. Please, Michiru…"

"Three!" Michiru flung Usagi through the open window. Usagi flew through the air, screaming, and then landed with a thump onto the floor right next to Haruka's bed.

Her wheelchair came flying through soon after, which landed with a crash right next to Usagi, who screamed and flinched. "Don't be such a big baby," Michiru said vaulting through the window. "Lucky this room's on the first floor." Michiru straitened up to find everyone staring at her. "Hey girls. What's up?"

There was a long silence, and then Setsuna spoke, "We should've known that you two would find some way to get in." She sighed and shook her head.

The nurse started to edge through the door. "Should I call security?"

"NO!" Michiru and Usagi both shouted. The nurse started to sprint to the door.

"No, no. It's fine. They're friends of Haruka's," Minako explained.

"Oh. Well, in that case, I'll go get your doctor so we can begin the operation immediately." The nurse departed.

"What were you two thinking?" Rei asked, helping Usagi back into her wheelchair.

"Michiru REALLY wanted to get in," Usagi explained, slouching back into her chair. "But that's not important now. What's the situation with Haruka?"

"Well, she has a cracked skull…" Ami began.

Michiru snorted, "Like we didn't know that already."

"There's other stuff too. But basically, she's going to need about 50 stitches, and she's definitely going to need a blood transfusion. They said it was very close, but they're pretty sure that she'll make it."

Michiru sighed in relief, and then plopped onto a stool next to Haruka's bed. She took her hand in both of hers.

Haruka stirred. Everyone leaned in towards her, Michiru gripping her hand tightly. Her eyes opened, and she slowly glanced around, finally resting her eyes on Michiru. "Hey Michiru," she said weakly. "What's up?"

Michiru started sobbing. Haruka looked shocked, and then asked the room at random. "What? Was it something I said? What's going on? The last thing I remember is slamming my head on the counter, then, I'm here." She looked at Michiru again, and patted her hand. "It's okay, Michiru."

Everyone started to open their mouths to explain, when suddenly, the door to the room slammed open. Everyone turned their heads to see a big, bubbly man with a doctor's uniform on come bouncing into the room. He walked over to Haruka, and then asked, "Haruka Tenou, correct?"

"Yeah," Haruka said weakly. "Who are you?"

The man held out his hand, which Haruka eyed warily before shaking. "I'm Dr. Carmikel. I'll be your doctor for this operation."

"Operation?" Haruka's eyes widened. Then, she turned to Michiru, who had regained her composure. "What… what operation? What happened?"

"Well…" Michiru started.

"The nice young lady will tell you later, because right now, we need to begin this operation." Dr. Carmikel clapped his hands together. "Now, let's see let's see…" Dr. Carmikel picked up a needle, and then turned to Haruka. "Color preference? For the stitches?"

"Well…"

"Good! We'll go with blue." Dr. Carmikel searched through a drawer, and then extracted a bag of dark blue stitches. He threaded the needle with one of the stitches, and then walked over towards Haruka. He removed the first layer of paper towels, shook his head, and then started to inch the needle towards Haruka.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Haruka shouted, backing away from the needle. "Aren't you gonna knock me out or something first?"

"Yes, you really should," Ami said.

"Ami?" Makoto whispered. Ami turned towards her. Michiru was now attempting to soothe Haruka, who was starting to freak out. "You said that your mother works here, right?" Ami nodded. "Why don't you go get her?"

Ami considered this. "She's probably in the middle of something right now."

Makoto sighed. "Well, Haruka's a major priority right now. I mean, if we don't help her soon, she's going to die. And this doctor," she jerked her head towards Dr. Carmikel, who was now filling a syringe with a yellow liquid, "is not exactly trustworthy. I mean, YOU had to remind HIM, a doctor, to anesthetize Haruka."

Ami nodded. "You're right. Hang on, I'll go get her. Make sure Dr. Carmikel doesn't do anything to Haruka." She eyed the syringe warily. "Especially not with that syringe. Who knows what's in there."

Ami took off at a run with Michiru shouting after her, "Hey! Where are you going? I think we're going to need you!"

Ami ran through the hall, then up to the front desk. She asked the counter in general, "Excuse me. Do any of you know where my mother is? It's an emergency!"

A man looked up. Then, he smiled. "Hey! You're Mizuno's kid, aren't you?" Ami nodded tersely. "Yeah, hang on a sec." The man perused through a sheet of papers in a file cabinet next to his desk. Ami drummed her fingers on the desk nervously, glancing at the clock every so often. He finally extracted a paper, and then handed it to Ami. "Room 149. She's in the middle of surgery though. Can it wait…?" He looked up, and saw that Ami had already tore off in the direction of the room. He shook his head, then went back to work at his computer.

Ami banged through the door screaming, "Mom? MOM?"

Ami's mother looked up, scalpel in hand; looking as though she wanted very much to use it on her daughter. "Ami? What do you want? I'm in the middle of surgery," she hissed through her surgical mask.

Ami pulled at her mother's scrubs. "It's an emergency. Our friend Haruka hit her head on a counter; she's bleeding profusely, needs stitches, and has Dr. Carmikel as her doctor!"

Ami's mother paled. "I knew I should have fired that man long ago." She shoved her equipment into the person to her left's hands. "Rupert, take over for me. I have to go." She briskly walked out of the room, following Ami, with the assistant yelling, "But, Dr. Mizuno, I'm not trained to…"

Ami explained the situation quickly to her mother, her mother keeping quiet the whole time, nodding every so often. They entered the room, and absorbed the scene around them.

Setsuna was holding onto Hotaru, who was screaming, trying to get at Dr. Carmikel. Minako, Rei, and Usagi were holding onto Michiru, who was also screaming and lunging towards the inept doctor. Makoto was holding onto Dr. Carmikel himself, who appeared to be trying to inject Haruka with whatever was in the syringe. Haruka was weakly groaning, trying to defend herself with her hands.

Ami's mother ran over and took the syringe from Dr. Carmikel. Everyone in the room froze. She observed the liquid carefully, then, in a measured voice, said, "Dr. Carmikel, you do realize that you are attempting to inject our patient with a urine sample?"

Everyone yelled, "WHAT?" Dr. Carmikel laughed nervously, and then shrugged. "Accidents happen. Am I right girls?" Everyone glared at him.

"Dr. Carmikel," Ami's mother said in a serious tone, "you are relieved from your doctoring duties. Please leave… now." Dr. Carmikel slowly trudged out. He no longer had any bounce in his step. Ami's mother turned toward Haruka, who had lowered her hands. "Ami's already told me everything,"

She continued in a gentle voice, "I just want you to know, you're in very capable hands now. You don't have anything to worry about." Haruka sighed in relief. Ami's mother turned toward the girls. "Now, I'm going to perform the surgery. Only good friends and family are allowed in." No one budged.

"We're all very good friends with Haruka, Mom," Ami explained. Everyone nodded.

"Yeah. We're together through thick and thin," Makoto said.

"And we all know Haruka and Michiru are already like family," Usagi said. She started to hum 'Here Comes the Bride'. Michiru slapped her.

"And Hotaru here is like their adopted daughter," Setsuna said, patting Hotaru on the head. Hotaru smiled.

Ami's mother smiled. "Alright then. I'll begin immediately. Everyone please take a seat," she instructed, indicating the stools surrounding the bed. She filled a syringe with clear liquid, and then walked up to Haruka. "Don't worry," she said, seeing Haruka eyeing the syringe suspiciously, "this is definitely NOT a urine sample. Just leave it to me." Haruka nodded. Ami's mom injected Haruka with the liquid, and almost immediately, Haruka's eyelids began to flutter. Michiru grasped Haruka's hand again, and squeezed it. Haruka gave Michiru one last smile, then was totally out.

Ami's mother washed her hands (having already torn off her gloves from the last surgery and throwing them in the trashcan) and put on new gloves. She picked up a different needle from Dr. Carmikel's, and turned towards the girls. "Does anyone here know what Haruka's favorite color is?"

"Gold," Michiru said almost instantaneously.

Ami's mother nodded, and then pulled out some yellowish-gold stitches, which she threaded through the needle. "Everyone ready? There's going to be lots of blood."

Minako shook her head. "She's already lost so much. I doubt there'll be too much."

"You'd be surprised." Ami's mother removed the rest of the paper towels, and more blood than ever before started to gush out of Haruka's head. Minako sighed, and then dramatically fell off of her stool onto the floor, unconscious. Everyone rolled their eyes.