Disclaimer: I don’t own Angelic layer

Misaki felt heavy, like there was a lead weight on her chest. She struggled to get her eyes open but still felt groggy. She couldn’t move but glanced around and saw stark white walls and get well balloons.

She was in the hospital? Was she sick? She tried to close her mouth but her lips closed around a tube. Her eyes widened and she suddenly remembered the car accident. She began to panic and pull at it, as best as she could with one injured arm and a broken one. Her heart raced and the monitor beeped loudly.

Misaki whimpered and kept pulling as nurses raced in. “Misaki?” One said and tried to hold her, “you must calm down. You’re going to hurt yourself.” Misaki made a sound, as loud as she could with the tube down her throat.

“Remove it.” One of the nurses said.

“Hold her still.” Another said and started to pin her down.

Misaki started trembling violently as they pulled the tube out of her throat. She began coughing loudly, she couldn’t sit up. Her back must be broken. She felt bile climbing up her throat and tears running down her face, she had no choice but to open her mouth and empty her stomach contents onto herself and the nurses.

Darkness closed in on her and once more she saw nothing.

Later

Misaki woke up, breathing softly; she looked around the room once more. There was an IV in her arm but luckily there was nothing in her mouth. She glanced down at her nose and saw there was an oxygen mask on her face.

“You’re awake.” Said a familiar voice, Misaki looked up and saw her mothers tear stained face. “Thank God you’re alright.” Hikaru said and gently touched her child’s bruised face.

Misaki looked around, looking for someone, her throat was still raw from that tube, and she saw a pen and paper on the table and reached for it, thankful that her left arm had been the one that was broken. Hikaru saw her and got it for her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. Misaki held the pen and slowly wrote on the paper then waited for her mother to read it. Hikaru’s eyes widened and tears fell as she read the single word. ‘Daddy?’ “Uh…sweetie…” Hikaru choked out. “Daddy didn’t…daddy didn’t make it…I’m so sorry angel.”

Misaki’s eyes filled with tears and her heart beat quickened, the monitor beeping loudly as it did. A pained cry was ripped from Misaki’s throat as the god awful truth settled in. she would never see her father again.

He wouldn’t be there to call her little princess, he wouldn’t be there when she was scared, he wouldn’t be there when it was time for her to start driving, he wouldn’t be there to argue with her…he wouldn’t be there when she got married, he wouldn’t give her away.

Her life was ruined.

Shirahime and Ranga came to visit her but could do nothing to cheer her up or pull her from the pure emotional pain she was feeling. All her life she had been daddy’s little girl. Sure she had loved her mother, but she was much closer to her father.

Shira held one of Misaki’s hands and noticed it was becoming thin fast. “When’s the last time you ate?” She asked. Misaki didn’t answer. She refused to eat. She wasn’t getting any better because without proper nourishment, the medicine wasn’t taking full effect.

Ranga brushed Misaki’s hair and grimaced when it came out in the brush. The usually shiny red locks had lost most of their luster and her eyes seemed dead. “You’re going to be bald if you don’t eat.”

“And you need to take those vitamins and drink more water…are you even drinking anything?” Shira asked. There was no answer, Shira sighed sadly. “Come on Ranga.” She said and walked to the door. “We’ll come back tomorrow.”

Ranga got out of her chair and kissed Misaki’s cheek. “Try to relax okay? We miss you.” She grabbed her school bag and walked towards the door.

Shira started to walk behind her but stopped. She turned around and walked to Misaki, raised her hand high and struck her across the face. Ranga screamed at her but she didn’t listen. “Misaki, I know that was horrible for you and I know you lost your father, but don’t destroy yourself! He would have wanted you to live and be happy! Grow up Misaki! This is going to hurt for a while, but you’re never going to forget him, you’re always going to miss him, but you’ll move on.”

Misaki opened her mouth and choked out “It…was my fault we were driving that w-way…”

Ranga and Shirahime looked at each other. “What are you talking about?” Ranga asked, stepping back into the room.

Misaki sobbed softly. “It was raining so much…I didn’t want to go to school…I asked to go to the mall.” She sniffled and trembled. “He wouldn’t be dead if I didn’t ask…it’s my fault he’s…he’s…” she couldn’t speak anymore and burst into tears.

“Oh Misaki…” Shira said and hugged her, careful not to hurt her. Misaki cried onto her friends’ shirt. “It’s not you’re fault. The other driver was drunk.”

Ranga hugged them both. “You made it out honey, you should be happy.”

“We’ll get through this.” Shira whispered and kissed Misaki’s forehead. “I promise.”

Misaki cried herself into a fitful sleep and her friends made sure she was comfortable before leaving with a promise of coming back tomorrow. “This has got to be the worst time in her life.” Ranga said.

“I’m sure it is,” Shira agreed. “She must be so miserable.”

“Shira…” Ranga asked softly. “You think she’ll ever fully recover?”

Shira sighed. “Right now it doesn’t look like it.”

Elsewhere:

Shuko was cleaning the house when she saw the news, it was about a car accident and she really didn’t pay it much attention until she saw a certain little girl’s picture flash.

“No…” Shuko whispered. Misaki’s smiling face was plastered on the screen.

“This girl,” The reporter said, “Is miraculously alive today. Her father died days earlier in a fatal car crash, but according to her mother and friends, Misaki is in need of a blood transfusion and is suffering from depression.”

Shuko didn’t need to hear anymore, she grabbed her shoes and quickly left for the hospital.

“Hello.” A nurse said once she got there. “How may I help you?”

“I’m here about a blood transfusion.” Shuko said to her. “The girl that was in the car accident with her father…”

“Are you related to her?” the nurse asked.

“Yes…” Shuko wanted to say she was her mother but lied. “I’m her aunt.”

“And you two have the same blood type?”

“I’m pretty sure we do.” Shuko said and the nurse took her back to have her blood tested and drawn. It would be the first time Shuko would be able to help her daughter.

She wasn’t completely positive Misaki was hers, but her heart said “Yes! Yes, this is your baby girl, the one who was stolen from you and she needs you.”

My daughter needs me.

A/N: Sorry for the wait. R&R please