FINALLY, HERE IS THE SEVENTH CHAPTER! I'M SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG YOU GUYS HAD TO WAIT! BUT HERE IT IS!

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"This wasn't supposed to happen!" Sango screamed in her head.

Sango's day was going perfectly well. She woke up on the right side of the bed. She had waffles for breakfast, her favourite. She was planning on finally confessing to Miroku but this just happened to ruin her day!

She arrived at the building, went to Miroku's office, only to find out he wasn't there. Inuyasha calls her and tells her he's in the hospital and here she was rushing her way to the hospital.

"This wasn't supposed to happen!" she chanted over and over in her head.

After what seemed like ages, she was finally at the hospital. She ran straight to the receptionist and asked to go visit Miroku. Once she got the room number, she raced to the elevator before its doors can even close.

"Miroku, please be alright. Don't die on me. I haven't even responded to you yet. I-I love you so don't you dare take your last breath!"

As soon as the elevator doors opened, she rushed to his room. She had finally arrived to his room, but somehow, she couldn't move. She didn't know what to expect. Maybe he was already dead just minutes before she came. Maybe he was all happy and alive like he was the day before. Maybe this was all just a prank.

Maybe his body wasn't there anymore.

Sango swallowed the big lump forming on her throat and reached for the door's handle. And she was greeted with a sight she never wanted to see.

There was Miroku Houshi, bandaged all over, eyes closed, breathing but not speaking.

Inuyasha and Kagome stood at the end of Miroku's bed. Both were staring down at him with a look of sympathy. Only silence was heard in the room, until Inuyasha spoke.

"Sango, Miroku's . . . he's fine but . . ." Inuyasha could no longer finish his sentence. He didn't want to see Sango's face when she hears the news.

Sango couldn't take it.

"But what?! Tell me Inuyasha! That's my best friend right there! That's the man I love right there! I DESERVE TO KNOW!"

Tears were streaking down her cheeks, ruining her make-up, but she could care less what she looked like right now. She just wanted to know if Miroku was alright.

Kagome spoke up. "Sango . . . Miroku's in a coma."

Once again, silence.

"H-How bad is it?" Sango asked.

"The doctors said it could take months for him to recover. He's alive though," Kagome continued, "Sango, I just wanted to say that whatever happens, don't do anything to yourself. The last we . . . no . . . Miroku wants is coming to your funeral this early."

At that, a gentle smile was etched on her face.

"I can't just leave you guys here. I still have hope. I still have faith in Miroku. Even if he's in this state, I will always have faith in him. And of course you two lovesick children."

"We're not children!" the two exclaimed.

"I said it first!"

"Shut up! I'm faster than you, wench!"

"I have a name, you dog!"

"Not children my ass," Sango humourously thought.

"Okay! Okay! I have to get going now. See you. Oh and one more thing. Please try not to get kicked out."

Sango arrived to her apartment. As she walked in, it was colder than usual.

"Probably the air from outside," she thought as she went over to the door of the balcony and closed it.

As she was walking away from the door, she saw a picture on her bookshelf. It was of her and Miroku. She gently reached her hand out and touched it. They looked so happy. It was taken during Miroku's 20th birthday party. Only Inuyasha, Kagome and herself were invited. He only liked small parties, he once said. She could still remember the look in his face when she gave him his present. She had bought him a silver cross necklace. One with an "M+S" carved onto it. He was so happy. He hugged her tight and long.

As Sango recalled those memories, she felt a tear slowly running down her cheek.

Sango rushed to her room and then suddenly, the dam broke. She cried like there was no tomorrow. She regretted not telling Miroku sooner what she wanted to say. She regretted falling in love with Miroku. She regretted not being there for him. She regretted ever meeting him.

She slid down her bedroom door and just kept crying.

"Miroku . . . why . . . why . . . "

SORRY IT'S SO SHORT! I WAS RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS!

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TILL NEXT TIME (HOPEFULLY SOONER).