After awhile of treaments and visits, I was told she'd have to stay in the hospital for awhile. While I didn't express it, I felt reason to assume the worse. Her condtion almost seemed critical. I always came, rarely missing a visit. Silently, I pleaded for her illness not to take her away, for all to be well. I could swear she was reading my mind as, at her own behest, we've spent our visits in a long and quiet embrace.
If things were taking a turn for the worse, I felt it was better to pretend. On one visit, I found her braiding my hair again, her saying, "When I get out of here and after my hair grows back, you're gonna braid my hair." I promised her I would, not knowing what else to say. After braiding my hair, I took notice to the fact that she used a red ribbon instead of a usual blue one to tie it off, troubling myself more that what I was before.
Planning for future during a supposed end, I humored her, not allowing her to know I was upset. Stubborn and foolish, I won't deny, however, she is clever is more ways than one, as she knew I was upset, even if she didn't articulate it. She showed she knew by silently conforting me with hugs and things, trying to take care of me, as I took care of her.
It seemed like only yesterday that we met, fought, saved the world, and when I found out she was diagnosed, allowing this journey of tribulation to begin. We've had our ups and downs and it seemed her time was coming to an end. Nature was cruel in giving her such a horrid family and it was even crueller in giving her this illness, causing her to go through long, gruelling, and painful treatments.
Of course, she did give me memories. Like when she braided my hair for the first time, sat by me as I played the piano, asked me to sing for her, and showed me what she did during her arts and crafts periods. How long and often we hugged and how much we talked. Those memories are nice, yes, but they would not have been the same without her.
After some time of further treatments and visits, I came to visit one day but found her room empty. Terrified, I hurried about the hospital, desperate to find her. No matter where I looked in the hospital, I couldn't find her. I could feel my heart shatter and tears welling up in my eyes. Something in my mind told me something was wrong.
As I was preparing to leave, I was greeted by Mako, who said, "Oh, thank heavens I've found you, Sats, anyway, you were going the wrong way!" Sadness turned to surprise, which made me curious. Before I could so much as articulate, she took me by the hand and navigated me to where where she wanted me to go.
When we got there, my sorrow and surprise turned to joy, when I found myself being wrapped in her arms. Despite it all, she had made it and, to both of our happiness, doctors had found no other traces of her illness, rendering her in complete remission. We embraced for a long time.
As promised, when her hair grew back, longer than ever, I braided it, trying it off with a blue ribbon.
Nature was cruel but fate was kind