Kagome's eyes fluttered open slowly, her body not wanting to wake up. She blinked a few times, looking about her, expecting to see her friends, but finding her bedroom in the present. Her brow creased above her nose, showing her confusion, as she sat up gingerly. Her person ached all over. She looked down to find bandages around her middle, wrapping her tightly. She was trying to remember... Why was she home? Why was she hurt? Where... was Inuyasha?
She gasped as memories came rushing back into her mind, bringing tears with it. She began to sob loudly, carrying her heart on her sleeve, feeling it break all over again. "Inuyasha." She said brokenly, bringing her knees to her chest, falling over them to clutch her ankles. "Inuyasha!"
Someone opened her door, but Kagome didn't look up. She couldn't, just continued to cry as if someone died. As if all hope were lost to her, as if... she had nothing left to live for.
"Kagome..." Souta said quietly, walking over to her bedside. He hesitated before touching her back, wanting to bring her comfort, but not wanting to damage her further. When she had come stumbling from the well house, all bloodied and broken, she hadn't said a word to anyone. This was the first time she'd been awake long enought to sit up since then.
She turned to him, and he saw her sadness through her deep eyes. Tears sprang to his own as she crawled over to him degectedly, laying her head on his small shoulder. She cried into his shirt, holding him as if he would float away.
"They're all gone, Souta!" She yelled in despair, digging her nails painfully into his chest. "Sango, Miroku... Shippo, Inuyasha... I-I... don't know what to do!" Her body shook as she cried, and Souta was alarmed to see blood on her bandages.
"Kagome! Kagome, stop moving around!" He told her, trying to get some sense through to her. "You're re-opening your wounds, stop!" She continued to babble about her friends from the past while he tried to lay her back onto the bed. "I'll go get Mom," he said soothingly, wiping her forehead. "She can help, you know. She always knows what to do, right, Kagome?" He walked to her door, opening it quickly. "Hold on!"
She closed her eyes and all she saw was red.
"Blood... So much blood!" She cried, becoming incoherent as her mind was barraged by images of her friends dying all around her, about how Kikyo was killed by Naraku, returning that bitter soul to Kagome's wounded body, pushing her to the brim, even after Miroku had fallen, followed closely by Sango who had crawled over to him to hold him, even as her own life's blood was spilling onto the ground.
Inuyasha had retrieved the Shikon No Tama, handing it to Kagome to be purified, when, all of the sudden, Inuyasha had a hole in his chest and was telling Kagome goodbye and how much he loved her, wishing things had been different. The young Miko, overcome with grief and hurt and pain, destroyed Naraku with the very last of her energy. She couldn't stay there after that, and she stumbled blindly to the well, and back into her own time, only to find herself depressed and in pain.
"Kagome, dear." Someone said by her ear. She opened her eyes to see her mother and the tears rushed out anew, flinging her arms about her mother's shoulders. "Shhhh... It's okay, Kagome," the older woman said soothingly, rocking her daughter in a warm embrace. "It will be okay. It will all turn out for the best..."
Kagome barely heard her as she fell into a fitful sleep.