Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other respective characters within it. I own Sakiko, but that's it. Alas, guys, this is the last chapter. It's pretty intense. This is the end of Sango's story and really Sesshomaru's resolution as well. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, I love you bunches!
Sango sighed as she pulled her long, dark brown hair into a high ponytail. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were swollen from crying again. She cried a lot lately, due to the withdrawals she was suffering from. It was so hard, how could she make them understand? You can't just quit these addictions! Life isn't that simple, neither are the dangers within it.
Since the last time the doctor had caught her hiding her stash, she hadn't been able to get anymore. Sango was on complete lockdown and desperate for a high that only her drugs could give her. What had happened to her? She used to be such a good girl. She made good grades in school, always contributed to her home in helpful ways, and treated everyone she knew with kindness and respect. Look at her now, staring at her horrible self in the mirror, a druggie.
Tears pooled at the edges of her brown eyes. "I'm so hopeless! I can't go back to how I was. It's impossible!" she sobbed, smashing her fist into the mirror. Pieces of glass fell all over the floor, hardly any remained attached to the wall. Blood flowed out of Sango's hand, gushing like a river. She slowly sat back down onto the cold floor beneath her and leaned against the shower door, which rattled from her touch.
Her touch. That's right. She was poison. She was disaster. She was better off dead.
Her fingers scrambled around the floor, her eyes straight ahead and unfocused. Her fingers left streaks of smudged blood on the hard tile, but she didn't care. She grabbed a long, dagger-like piece of the broken mirror and held it up in front of her face. She examined it carefully, almost curiously.
She held the tip of the sharp piece against her wrist and began to move down, leaving yet more blood on her limbs. She continued carving into her arm. When she was done, she was sitting in a puddle of red blood. Her eyes seemed to get heavier, and her vision more blurry. Next thing she knew, her world went black.
"Rin! Call an ambulance now! After that get Miroku over here as soon as possible!" yelled Sesshomaru as he fell to his knees and began trying to wrap Sango's wounds with towels, the only thing close enough to do anything for her.
Rin looked into the bathroom and gasped. "Sango! Dear God!" She quickly grabbed her phone and did as Sesshomaru told her. She had never seen so much blood in her entire life. It made her stomach churn at the mere sight of the mess on Sango's bathroom floor.
Sesshomaru frowned in deep concentration on stopping the flow of blood. He looked down at the carving she had inscribed into her skin on her arm. It was the kanji for "monster". He looked at her face, which was covered in streams of dried up tears. She was breathing, but very slowly. He was certain that if help did not come very soon, she would die from blood loss.
Sango was standing in the kitchen preparing dinner, in a generally pleasant mood, humming a little tune off the top of her head. She was mincing vegetables to put in her special soup she was making. She felt her kitten, Kilala, rub her body against her leg. Sango looked down and smiled at her faithful pet.
"You'll get your food as soon as I finish making dinner, Kilala. Try to be patient." She said gently. Kilala meowed loudly in response and suddenly looked very alert. Sango frowned in concern. "What's wrong, Kilala?"
Kilala didn't make a sound. She suddenly sprinted from the kitchen. Sango dropped her knife and quickly tried to follow. The front door was open. Did Kilala go that way? She hurried outside and saw Kilala's retreating form in the distance on the sidewalk. She began to run after her, but her kitten never seemed to get closer, only farther away. Sango blinked and suddenly she was running through a field of beautiful white and yellow flowers. Wait a minute, she knew this place!
"It was where Kohaku and I came to get away…" she muttered. She gasped when she saw all the flowers turn blood red and the bodies of her brother and father appeared on the ground before her. She fell to her knees and wept.
"How is she?" asked Miroku urgently as he skidded to a stop in front of Sesshomaru and Rin. They were now in the hospital, all congregated outside of Sango's room.
Rin frowned at him. Miroku's eyes grew wider. "No…she's not…gone?"
Sesshomaru stepped forward. "No, she's not dead. At least, not yet. She's lost much of her blood. They're trying to give her some, but every time they do, she wakes up and throws it back up. And when she wakes up, she's not really awake. She's stuck in some kind of coma-like dream. I think she's lost her will to live."
Miroku's eyes glistened with tears and he snapped his head to look into Sango's room. Not his Sango! She couldn't die! She had so much to live for, she just didn't realize it!
Inuyasha and Kagome approached them in the hall, Kagome holding Sakiko. They were babysitting today, but they got the call from Sesshomaru about Sango and they came as soon as they could. Kagome handed Sakiko to Rin and looked at Miroku.
"I'm going to go in there and try to talk to her. I have some spiritual powers, though I'm not really sure if they'll help right now. I still wanna try." She said. Miroku nodded. Kagome entered the room.
She leaned over Sango slightly. "Sango? I don't know if you can hear me, but I hope you can. I just wanted to tell you that I'm very sad you're in this room right now. You were my best friend back at the patient house. You always treated me like I was a normal person, even though I definitely wasn't. You don't know how much you helped me Sango by just being there." Kagome sniffled slightly before continuing. "Please wake up. Please take the blood they're giving you. I want you to live so we can keep being friends, okay?" She bent down and lightly kissed her friend's cheek.
Sango looked up when she felt a strange warmth caress her cheek. She looked around and saw no one but her dead family members. She could feel herself sinking.
Kagome stepped out into the hall again and wiped at her eyes. Inuyasha put a comforting arm around her shoulders.
Miroku looked at Sakiko and a light bulb went off in his head. He weakly smiled as he approached Rin. "Would you mind if I took Sakiko into her room? I have an idea. I don't know if it'll work, but I'm willing to try anything."
Rin smiled. "Of course you can take her. She hasn't met Sango yet anyway." She carefully placed her child into Miroku's strong arms and he took her into the room.
He came to stand by the bed, looking down at his beloved's face. "Sango? It's me, Miroku. I hope you can hear me." He reached down to stroke her hair, which was greasy and soaked with dirt and blood. His touch carried down the side of her face to her neck, down her shoulder, down her arm, all the way to her hand. "Sango, you must live! I can't go on without you! Listen, your family's death was in NO way your fault. You were only being a loving sister to your brother. You're just a human being, Sango. You are NOT a monster!" He paused to adjust Sakiko so that the baby's hand was touching Sango's. "This is Sesshomaru and Rin's baby, Sakiko. Sango, I want a baby with you. I want lots of children with you. How can we do that if you die? I believe you will be a wonderful mother and wife. Please, don't give up."
Sango's head snapped up when she heard a man's voice echo in her ears. Why did it sound so familiar? She glanced at her family's bodies and saw that they had vanished. Then a faded image of herself and Miroku on their first date appeared. Miroku! Where was he? Was that voice his?
'I love you, Sango. Please wake up. Wake up so we can have a life together.' she heard him say.
A soft smile formed on her lips. "For you, Miroku."
"M-Miroku?" Sango weakly whispered as her eyes fluttered open. Miroku smiled brilliantly before softly kissing her mouth.
"Yes, love. It's me. And this is Sakiko."
Sango looked at the baby, which resembled Sesshomaru so strongly. She smiled. "We'll have our own child someday...won't we?"
Miroku lovingly stroked her cheek. "Count on it."
Sesshomaru finished tucking Sakiko into her crib before joining his wife in the other room. He inhaled deeply before sitting on their bed, where Rin was curled up asleep. Sango was finally able to receive blood transfusions and was expected to recover in a few days. She would continue treatment at the patient housing for another couple of months, and if she was completely clean, she would be released and finally able to return to living a normal life.
There would always be drama and always be tears, Sesshomaru figured. This was the occupation he had chosen. Sometimes he regretted it, when things got complicated and hard to deal with. But whenever he looked at his wife or child, or watched as his patients finally snapped out of their predicaments, he knew it was worth it. He would do his best to help others in need.
Because honestly, if he quit now, he would never forgive himself.
...And Rin would probably give him a good knock or two to the head.
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