He sighed, it seemed the beeps and chirps from the machines would be his only company today.
At least the only company that will respond.
The month had wallowed by agonizingly slow, and this day as all others he found himself staring down at the sallow woman child whose frail failing form was engulfed by the stark white of her hospital bed sheets. The steady rise and fall of her chest was certainly an improvement over the machine that only a week before had been doing the work for her, but only just. Inky black hair splayed across her pillow was a startling contrast to the pallid face of Kagome who stubbornly refused to open her eyes and rejoin the world that missed her so. Sickeningly pale skin was stretched taunt as her body did everything it could to rid itself of the afflicting poison that ate away at her. Because a hole through her stomach wasn't enough, Naraku had to make sure she was dead and would stay dead and had pumped her full of his noxious miasma.
Please Kagome…
All I ask is that open your eyes…
But…
Until you do I will be here…
Waiting for as long as it takes.