Outside of the hospital she nearly collapsed, but found a bench to sit on in time. It was worse than she had expected. What could she do? Seri was right – she had to stop training Misa this way. But Misa still hadn't perfected her technique.
Sakura stared at her hand, watching as the fingers moved, stretched and curled. 'You will lose control of your hand.' Seri had said. Sakura couldn't imagine it. She couldn't stand the thought of being so crippled, and all because of her own stubborn stupidity.
She smiled a little as she thought of when she had been pregnant, and how it had taken her so long to notice. Seri was right; Sakura didn't know her own body at all.
She leaned over until her head was between her knees and breathed deeply. She wanted to cry so badly, but she didn't want to be seen.
Why was it that when one thing went right in her life something else had to go so wrong?