A/n: I'm bad……… I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while……but finally here is chapter seven and you get to find out what happens to poor Inu!  And also…………my muse had been vengeful of late……don't know why but he doesn't want to talk to me…….oh well. And before I say anything else I want to thank Spider-bear for editing this for me…….It has occurred to me while reading through her notes that my grammar sucks! Okay now for the next part of this A/n…….its time to thank the reviewers!

BabyAzn38:  Thanks for the review! And I really don't know myself……I mean I know what's going to happen at the very end…..but between now and then….no clue….this chapter doesn't do a lot to move the storyline along

Elementsdragons68:  Yep! Sure will! You guys couldn't get rid of me even if you threw a barrel of onions over the side of a cliff! (mmmmm…..onions…….drools)

ScreamingEagle:  Glad you like! And no it's not the end…….not yet anyways……..I still have a plan for Inuyasha.

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            Chapter 7: Realizing Fate

"Right this way Miss Higurashi," The nurse said as she turned around and smiled at the young girl. Kagome lifted her head slightly and stared back with an unnerving hallow gaze. The nurse's smile faltered and she swallowed nervously, "Uhhhhh……….okay…….. well then, follow me please."

With that, the nurse turned around and sped off quickly down the hall. After a few moments the nurse stopped and looked over her shoulder to see if the girl was still following. About 15 feet behind her, Kagome was still shuffling her feet slowly down the hall. The nurse didn't know whether to be relived or disappointed that she hadn't lost Miss Higurashi in all the hustle and bustle going on around there. Doctors with clipboards and folders rushed in and out of doors. Nurses with syringes and IVs consulted each other on what must be done. Surgeons with stretchers traveled to the operating room and families ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. The nurse looked back to the girl, who had now stopped in the middle of traffic, and couldn't help but shudder. Personally, the girl creeped her out. For one thing she hadn't eaten or slept since she got there, which was about five days ago. Because of this, her face was thin and pale, and her eyes were bloodshot and sunken. Her long raven hair hung listlessly around her face. She kind of looked like the girl from "The Ring" except without the scaly skin. Another thing was her eyes: so cold and hard. There was no warmth in them whatsoever. The nurse shook her head and continued to walk down the hall.

"Poor girl, having to deal with all that stuff with her boyfriend."

Well, at least she assumed he was her boyfriend. With the way that girl acted, it had to be. They must have been really close. She snapped back to reality as she almost passed the room. She backed up a couple of steps and bumped into someone, sending her to the floor. Turning around she saw young Kagome, sitting there on the floor, her body bent over.

"Oh! Miss Higurashi, I'm so sorry. Here. Let me help you," She held out her hand and once again gave her a warm smile. Kagome reached out with her hand, placed it on the floor, and pushed herself off the ground, leaving the nurse still bent over with her hand extended, feeling quite foolish. She straightened up and nodded to the girl, "Yeah well, anyways, we're here."

Her hand was gently placed on the knob and as she spoke, it began to turn. The bolt made a long squeak as it fully receded and the loud click made Kagome cringe. The sound continued to echo in her mind as the door slowly opened. Again the nurse's heart was filled with sympathy as she saw the girl's head lower even more, still unwilling to accept the soul-wrenching truth and gaze into the room.

Moving forward into the cold, plastered walls of the small cage, she began to check the equipment, taking up one of those famous clipboards in hand. Even the soft tap-tap of the woman's shoes did not tempt Kagome into lifting up her head. Her gaze remained fixated on the floor, her heart dead, her soul gone, and her eyes cold and dry.

When satisfied that everything was in working order, the woman in white laid aside her clipboard, took up a chair, and placed it next to the bed. Her gaze shifted to the doorway, where the girl still stood, and motioned for her to come and take a seat. Seeing Kagome's slight hesitation, she walked over to her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Kagome allowed it to stay for a moment before she shook it off. Then, slowly she lifted her head halfway so that she could eye both the chair and the lower part of the bed, but not the body that lay within. Taking in a quick raspy breath, she traveled over to the chair and proceeded to sit upon it as if it might explode.

The nurse stared after her in amazement. In that one instant when she had seen her face, she had expected to see tears, but there had been none. Her face was as cold and emotionless as it always had been. Unknown to the nurse, the last time Kagome had cried was when she had been told the fearful news about three days ago. That Inuyasha, her Inuyasha, was in a coma. The doctors had told her that he would probably never wake up.

The nurse watched the girl sit there, staring at the bed sheets, not moving a muscle. The woman shook her head in pity and concern. What the hell was wrong with this girl? She had seen even the strongest of men break down sobbing more than once when they were faced with something like this. But-but this girl did nothing, showed nothing, and apparently felt nothing. It was like she was too afraid to accept the truth, to witness it with her own eyes.

"I know what you are thinking," She suddenly called out to the girl, "You don't want to accept the simple truth. You want to be back in your own little world of pretend. You want to be left in the dark. But what you don't know or maybe don't realize, is that one day you'll have to accept it. One day your wonderful world will be smashed and broken into a million little pieces. Yes, the pain will hurt more than you can ever imagine. As you move on, it will never truly leave you, but it is because of that pain that you will be allowed to move on. If you don't go forward, time will stop for you and the anguish will keep on mounting in your heart until you can't breathe," The nurse paused and took a deep breath as some of her own tears started to fall, "Believe in what I am trying to show you. If you don't, the pain will eat you alive. Trust me, I know what you are going through."

The nurse paused again as if waiting for the girl to say something then continued, "I…I lost my husband three years ago in a drive by shooting and for a long time I was like you. I didn't want to accept what had happened to the man I loved. I was living in my own little world. I lived through life like nothing had happened. I made up excuses for his absences. That he was away on business or that he got held up at work again," She almost choked on her next words, but somehow found the strength to overcome it, "A-and as the months passed, the pain in my heart grew and grew until one day I woke up in a hospital bed. I didn't remember what had happened, but a doctor came in soon after and told me the whole story. It seemed that after work I had made my way home, gotten drunk, and had slashed at my wrists with a letter opener. I was shocked to hear that I myself had tried to commit suicide and I was also ashamed when I thought of what my husband would think if he were there. It was then I accepted the truth- my truth," She stopped as more tears poured down her face and her eyes widened in realization, "I guess I forgot about my experiences three years ago," Her words trailed off as she smiled sadly at Kagome with her next words, "I almost forgot about him. I don't know why I'm telling you this, but thanks to you, I'll never forget again."

With that said, she turned to leave, but stopped just outside the doorway, "Thank you for listening to me. I hope you take to heart what I have said."

She gave one last smile in Kagome's direction, taking note of the girl's soulless figure, and walked out the door, thinking all the while, "She'll never accept it." On the contrary, if the nurse had stuck around for just a bit longer, she would have seen the empty shell lift up her head, and gaze upon the boy's face. She would have seen the emotionless mask break and the crystallized tears begin to fall. And above all else, she would have heard the crash of a forgotten dream hit the floor. Outside the rain continued to pound against the glass.