My sister has always been know to have been tough. Of course, she also took whatever life had to throw at her. She's what Mako called a diamond, unbreakable, so, it would make sense why she wouldn't be afraid what was going now. No, she wasn't, I don't recall her being afraid, then again, she is stoic, not outwardly showing emotions. Whatever pain, while she didn't say it, she was in or whatever fear she felt, she came to me for comfort. It was the silent kind of comfort she wanted. In some way, I always knew what she wanted and always knew how to help her.
However, there did come a time where I didn't know how to help, yet she called for me specifically. I didn't know why and no one would tell me why. They didn't have to tell me why for me to know something was wrong. What was wrong, I didn't know but I knew something was wrong.
It was a sunny day when I came to her house. Her door was unlocked, although there was a note telling me close and lock it once I came in. I found her, with the curtains open, letting the sun in, playing the piano. She wanted me to be at ease, so she could tell me her bad news.
Her bad news was that she needed a few surgeries, yet, she never told me why, however, she said, "Don't worry, little sister, I'll be alright."