4th

Michiru sat wrapped in blankets in the living room. The digital clock on the receiver said 4:37 a.m.
Shortly before one o'clock, Setsuna went back to bed and Michiru wanted to wait for Haruka. Her anger was gone now. She was just worried. First Hotaru's nightmare and then this feeling that the sea wanted to tell her something.
But at some point Michiru had also been overwhelmed by sleep. Restlessly she kept turning her head and whispering Haruka's name.
Suddenly she started up.
Didn't the doorbell just ring?
She didn't have to wait long for an answer. It rang again.
"Has Haruka forgotten her house key?"
With the blanket around her shoulders, she went to the front door and opened it. But Haruka wasn't there, but ...
"Hello, are you Michiru Kaioh?", She was asked by an older police officer.
"Y ... yes." "My name is Officer Naharu. It's about Haruka Tenou."
Michiru drained all the color from his face."Please come in," she said weakly and led the policeman into the living room.
"What about Haruka?", She finally dared to ask.
"I don't even want to hear the answer."
"Mr. Tenou had a motorcycle accident around half past twelve tonight. Witnesses saw him dodging a deer, losing control of the machine and breaking through the cliff road fence. He fell about thirty meters into the Pacific Ocean."
"Oh my God! Lives ... does Haruka live?"
"Mr. Tenou was taken to the memorial hospital by rescue helicopter," replies the officer.
"Because of the motorcycle: it has now been recovered. Our specialists will see it, then we will bring it to you," continued Naharu.
In the meantime he had got up and said goodbye.
As soon as he was gone, Michiru ran upstairs and changed because she was still wearing the clothes from the concert.
Then she went into Setsuna's room.
Pale moonlight shone on them through the curtains.Was Michiru wrong or was Setsuna surrounded by a light, reddish light?
She gently shook her friend's shoulder.
"Setsuna. Setsuna, wake up!"
The addressed grumbled something in her sleep, turned around and slept on.
"Setsuna, wake up!" Michiru said a little louder. Her voice had a slightly hysterical sound.
Setsuna opened her eyes slowly and stared into Michiru's puffy skin. She sat up and turned on the light.
"Michiru, what's wrong?"
"Hotaru was right. Haruka had an accident. She fell down the cliff with the motorcycle. The police were just there. I'm going to the memorial. Can you take care of Hotaru?"
"Of course," answered Setsuna, a little taken by surprise.
Michiru handed her another business card. She took it questioningly.
"There is the number of Kaen Faia, Haruka's trainer. Call him and tell him what happened. If the press finds out that Haruka is not a racing driver, but a racing driver, then all hell is broken and Ruka's career is ruined."With these words Michiru had already rushed out of the room and left the house shortly afterwards. Setsuna could hear Haruka's beloved convertible starting up and leaving the property.
Sighing, she got up.

It felt like an eternity to Michiru as she drove through the streets to the hospital.
"Why? Why did this have to happen?
Haruka mustn't die. Not after we parted like that. "
Tears ran down Michiru's cheeks.
"Please, you mustn't die," she pleaded softly.
Shortly afterwards she reached the hospital and parked Haruka's convertible in the parking lot. She hurried into the big building and asked about Haruka Tenou. She was asked on the second floor to wait for the doctor in the D hallway.
For Michiru the minutes passed like hours before a doctor came up to her.
"Michiru Kaioh?"
"Yes," she replied and got up.
"Doctor Morris," introduced the doctor.
"What about Haruka?"
"From a medical standpoint, it's a wonder she's still alive.Despite the helmet, she suffered a severe concussion. In addition, the fifth cervical vertebra suffered something that fortunately did not injure the spinal cord. However, several ribs were broken and both lungs injured. There is also an abdominal trauma and the right ulna and radius are smooth through. Otherwise a slight hypothermia and bruises, bruises and abrasions all over the body, "reported Morris.
Michiru's head spun.
"Will Haruka survive?"
"I'll give her a chance of thirty to seventy. We'll operate on her now and take care of the lungs, ribs and abdominal trauma. You still have to fill out these forms," ​​answered the doctor and handed Michiru several sheets of paper, which she quickly filled out.
"I'll let you know as soon as the surgery is over."
"How long?"
"About five hours," replied Morris, saying goodbye to get ready for the operation.
Michiru sat down again and hid her face with her hands."Oh God!"