Two months they told her.
Two months since she had…
Died.
She struggled with that thought, the thought of her life ebbing away, the thought of never again seeing her friends, her family…
Shinobu…
And yet a part of her, a very small part that revealed itself in her dreams, had embrace death, it had longed, yearned for its sweat embrace for an unfathomable amount of time, and it wept at the chance lost.
Two months of wasting away as Naraku's poison coursed its way through her body destroying much of her internally.
And externally.
She let the though linger in her mind.
Kagome had never been vain, had never thought much of or about her looks even before InuYasha entered the picture to belittle and demean. But as she stood there staring into a mirror behind a screen, with a nurse yammering away about the irreversible damage her body had suffered, she couldn't help the disbelief she felt at the woman staring back at her.
Her face had gone gaunt, almost skeletal in appearance.
Her fingers gliding over her bare abdomen moved with each dip and peak of her ribs as they seemed almost about to tare through her skin.
Her body had lost all fat, all muscle leaving her with a twiggy willowy frame that shook with the effort of standing.
Her other hand trembled as she ran it through her hair.
She let out a strangled whimper when she saw the clump of black hair tangled about her fingers.
"Miss are you alright?" The nurse paused in her ramblings when she noticed the stillness of her charge.
No!