I could not believe what I had heard; I would not have believed it had it not been for the fact that I had just heard it from the doctor, and coming from such a person, it had to be true. No one would ever lie about something as serious as that.

The hardest thing to bare was that it had all come from the removal of something that I had kept for so many years. My third eye; I would never have imagined that it could have been the cause of all this. There was onyl one explanation for it, and that was that all these years it had been absorbing my energy, and I just did not know it. I was getting weaker every day that I had it, and I did not know. It was hard to face that I had been dying all this time, and something could have been done about it. But now it was too late, much too late, to fix it.

Kurama and the doctor continued to talk, but I did not hear another word of it. I blocked it out on purpose. I did not want to hear what they said any longer, it was already too much, and any more would be unbearable for me to hear.

I leaned back in my hospital bed, feeling as though I was going to be sick. I was cold and the shock of it all was just beginning to settle in on me. I was too young to have this happen to me. Although I did not act like it, I still had so many things that I still had to accomplish, so many unfinished tasks to complete. I was going to die, but I was not yetdone living, far from it acually.

I almost forgot that Kurama was still here, he had come in to visit me again, until he had finished speaking with the doctor, and had come back into my room. He still did not know that I had overheard his conversation, but judging by my pale complection and lack of any good insults, it was pretty obvious that I had. He did not say anything, and I could tell, although I still could not see him, or anything else, that he was still in shock as well.

I had done so many wrong things, and I knew that I did not have enough time in my life to be forgiven for them all, but there was one thing that I could do now, that would make up for so many lost years. It was the only thing that mattered to me at the time, and I knew in my heart that, after this, I would have accomplished all that truly mattered to me, and I would be as ready as I ever would be to face what was coming. To move on, I knew that I had to finally meet her.

"Kurama," I said, my voice shaky and raspy, and I was barely able to get out the words for what I intended to say, "I-I think that it is t-time that I finally meet her. I am ready to meet my s-sister now."

I heard Kurama shuffle his feet and gulp a bit as he too fought to voice what to say. This must have been almost as hard for him as it was for me, having to soon say goodbye to a friend. It was a while, but he finally spoke, his tone of voice almost as bad as mine was.

"Y-yes, I think that as well. I will find her and br-ring her to you. T-tomorrow, I promise." And with that, he left the room, his footsteps echoing in the hall.

I would never admit to anyone, but although I had lived most of my life pretending to be tough, and not showing any emotions through, the way I had once lived was all a lie. Hiding my feelings, living as though nothing ever mattered and ever would, was just not me. I had always had feelings, especially now.

I felt as small tear form in my eye, and not long after, another one. I was, for the first time in my life, truly afraid. I was afraid of what was going to happen to me; I was afraid of facing death.

I buried my face in my sheets, hiding myself from the world, and cried. I just wanted to isolate myself from the world, from everything, in a place where nothing had ever happened, where I was never injured in the first place. It was the effect of not showing any emotion, and now it was all coming out. I soon fell asleep, crying again, in the comfort of my dreams, which were my only reprive.