*Disclaimer: Only when Takeuchi Naoko deems me worthy to own her wonderful series, Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon, will you see these disclaimers disappear. Medical Miracle Chapter 1: YOU?!?!?! By: The Rose Society Rating: PG-13 email: EtrlSlrMn@aol.com The next morning, Mamoru awoke an hour earlier than usual. Showering and dressing rapidly, Mamoru hastily ate some toast and drank his coffee. Carefully placing the dirty dishes into the sink, Mamoru turned on his TV in order to listen to the morning news. Making sure that the volume was set so that he could do his morning chores and still hear the TV, Mamoru began to wash the dishes and make his spotless apartment even more spotless. Suddenly, something the morning anchorwoman said caught his attention. "The young girl was the only survivor of the deadly crash that killed her parents. Police are trying to find any living relations of the young girl. Meanwhile, the child has been sent to the pediatric emergency ward of Tokyo Hospital. Now, in international news--" Mamoru quickly shut off his TV. His breathing labored, Mamoru quickly shut his eyes in a desperate attempt to stop the storm of emotions and memories from coming. 'Otou-san...Okaa-san...where am I?' A small boy, all alone, sitting on a hospital bed. His dark hair was covered by a bandage. Despite his recovering physical health, his emotional well-being was slowly regressing. Pain. Loneliness. Sorrow. The absence of love. Shaking his head to clear his mind, Mamoru said to himself, "You aren't that little boy anymore. You have a promising medical career ahead of you. People will respect you." 'But will they love you?' Mamoru mentally snapped at himself. "Who cares for love? I don't need it!" 'Silly boy. Of course you do. You had it once. Even though you can't remember your parents doesn't mean that they never loved you.' "Then why did they die? Love only causes pain. Without love, I can be without pain." 'Without love, there is only pain.' Scowling at his wayward thoughts, Mamoru grabbed his jacket and his car keys and began the drive to Tokyo Hospital. *Tokyo Hospital* Punching in his time card ruthlessly, Mamoru steeled himself. "I have to control myself. I guess the story of that young girl hit a little too close to home. Nevertheless, I'm perfectly happy living on my own." 'All alone? Forever? You don't want someone waiting for you when you get home from a hard day at the hospital with open arms and a smile?' Growling, Mamoru snatched up his briefcase and stormed towards his office. Not even noticing the fearful reactions of the young women who had fawned over him just yesterday, Mamoru entered his office and began to read the patient files that Dr. Hongo had given him yesterday. He needed to familiarize himself with all aspects of each patient in order to impress Dr. Hongo. Besides, the medical information would help soothe his emotional turmoil and allow him to forget about the pain of not remembering his own childhood or ever being loved. At exactly 07:55, Mamoru confidently strode into Dr. Hongo's office, thinking that he could sit and wait until Dr. Hongo arrived. He thought to himself, "That would most certainly prove to her that I am qualified to be a doctor. Not only that, I would get a chance to wipe that smug grin off of the face of that pompous bit--" "You should have knocked." Mamoru froze at the sound of Dr. Hongo's icy voice. "Young man, if you were planning on proving your punctuality to me that's all and well. But I expect you to be more respectful and not enter my office without knocking first." Shutting his gaping mouth, Mamoru answered, "Gomen nasai, Hongo-san. Demo, I didn't think that you would be in at such an early hour." "Chiba, that's no excuse. If you must know, I always come in 05:00 every morning in order to start my day. Now I assume that you have briefed yourself on the patient files I gave you." "Hai, Hongo-san," replied Mamoru nervously. It didn't seem, at least to him, that he could ever do something correctly in the eyes of Dr. Hongo. She never smiled in his presence nor did her icy manner ever thaw. 'How in the world did this woman ever get to be the head of the oncology department is beyond my understanding.' he thought snidely. "Good. Today, we'll be doing the normal rounds. Some of my patients will be going in for their rounds of chemotherapy so I expect you to follow my example. They don't need anything to upset them." With that comment, Dr. Hongo stood up and headed out of her office. 'Upset them? What does she think I'll do, make them cry?' thought Mamoru bitterly. 'If my supervising doctor doesn't like me, I'll never obtain a residency at Tokyo H. My whole entire future is in this woman's hands and it seems to me she'd like more than anything to squish my future like a bug.' "Ah, I forgot to mention something," Dr. Hongo's face barely held the traces of a smile. "Our special volunteer usually comes in today and so the patients might ask for her. The children especially need her to comfort them when their parents can't be here. You can usually just ask one of the nurses to send her in if you can't find her. She knows the rules so you needn't bother her." "Hai," replied Mamoru. The two doctors reached their first patient and began their work. *Seven Hours Later* "WWWAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" BIG gulp of air. "WWAAAAAHHHHH!!! You can't make me. I don't want you anywhere near me! Stay away! WWWAAAAHHH!!!" a little girl screamed in her hospital bed as Mamoru tried desperately to get her to calm down. "Look miss. I'm just trying to take you to the chemo room. It's only going to hurt for a second." The young girl's eyes widened in fear. 'Oops. Wrong tactic,' Mamoru thought. "You need this medicine to make you feel better." Sniffling, the young girl looked at Mamoru with accusing eyes. "It makes me throw up. I lost my hair. I got ugly. You call that feeling better?" At a loss, Mamoru could only pray that someone would come shut this troublesome child up and let him do his work. "WWWAAAAAHHHH!!" He also prayed that Dr. Hongo wouldn't get wind of this and find another reason to get mad at him. "I want Usagi!" 'Usagi? A stuffed usagi? Maybe that'll shut her up' Mamoru began to look around frantically to find the little girl's stuffed usagi. 'The sooner I find that baka usagi, the quicker she shuts up.' Mamoru quickly stepped out of the hospital room in order to ask the nurses if they had seen the young girl's stuffed usagi. "What's wrong, Nanami-chan?" a young woman's voice was heard asking. "Usagi-onee-chan." Nanami flew off her hospital bed and ran to the young blond hospital volunteer that had just entered the room. "That scary doctor wants to take me back into that place again. I don't want to go there again, Usagi-onee-chan. It hurts too much." Nanami buried her head into Usagi's chest, crying her eyes out. Shaking his head in despair when the nurses said that Nanami didn't own a stuffed usagi that she was attached to, Mamoru headed back to the torture chamber. But instead of finding a crying child, he walked in on a heart-warming scene. There, on Nanami's bed, Tsukino Usagi was seen slowly rocking the child. "Don't worry, Nanami-chan. I know it will hurt. But I told you last time this is the only way that you can get better. The scary doctor is probably new, Dr. Hongo warned me about him." Mamoru scowled, but Usagi, obliviously to his presence, continued comforting the girl. "How about I hold your hand while you have your therapy? And afterwards, if your parents say it's ok, I'll go ahead and bring you my Sailor V manga." Her sobs subsided, Nanami raised her head from Usagi's soggy uniform. "H...HH...Hai, Usagi-onee-chan." Smiling, Usagi patted Nanami's head. "Now, where can I find this baka doctor of yours?" she asked. "Right behind you." Mamoru replied, wryly. "YOU?!?!?!" Usagi squealed. Author Notes: Thanks for the kind responses. I hope you all enjoy the next chapter. I'll be off for spring break so hopefully I'll be able to get online and send the next chapter on time. Until the next chapter... ~The moonlight carries the message of love.~ ~Tsuki no hikari wa ai no message.~