After some time and after a daily visitation, I was approached by a barrage of questions. After being asked, I had finally broke, saying, calmly, "My sister is in the hospital." They were silent, until Uzu inquired as to why, to which I responded, "I thought I'd never have to say this but its because she's sick."
"Matoi? Sick? No way."
"Yes, it's true, she's sick, very. Doctors say she'll be alright because she was diagnosed in the early stages but, even then, they cannot be entirely sure, as there will always be a chance for things to take a turn for the worse."
"How is she now?"
"She's managing. I cannot say that she is fine, as she is tired, in pain, losing weight, and has almost no hair, yet she's determined to beat this."
"Are you afraid?"
"Yes, I am, of course, I'd be, after all, she is the only blood relative that I have left and this illness could kill her, along with the fact that I have only but recently got to know her."
"Is the medicine working?"
"I don't know. So far, it seems to be but, as I've and the doctors said earlier there is a chance, especially with illnesses like this, things could take a turn for the worse."
"How did she take it?"
"The doctor said she took it well, which is what I would expect, knowing her."