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|| Dearly Beloved || Utada Hikaru ||
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Jace didn't know what to do. With this information in mind, she watched as Io switched, turning into Fina and quickly disappearing. "Go, go to your Master." Jace whispered, hands balling into fists. Jace would return to Dr. Grover, she no longer had a place here, she would need a new assignment, a new charge to protect. Perhaps she would be dismantled, like Lita had been, maybe even permanently put on the shelf for failing to protect the one thing that mattered most to her. The combat unit sunk into the sand, warm against her synthetic skin. There were tears in her eyes, welling up and running down her cheeks. Was this love? Did Jace love Lita?
"Your hair," Metis whispered, fingering a strand. They were in an ER on the edge of the city, a private hospital no one who knew them would be at. "It's turned white," could she hear him? Metis hoped so. She hadn't so much as shifted when the nurse accessed the port in her chest, or the Doctor had done is examination. Already they had taken blood, they had done X-rays and the prognosis was grim. They were waiting for a bed to free up on the oncology floor and for a space to clear in the OR. They were going to delay it, they would do everything they could to wipe as much of the cancer out as possible. There were new treatments, new therapies that could be used to slow it down. "Metis?" An Oncologist asked, knocking on the door. He rose to shake the Doctor's hand, the two of them sitting back own with the full MRI and Xray report. "The cancer has spread in masses over the body, it's been piling up inside of the lungs, kidneys, eyes, and liver. Thankfully, it hasn't effected the bone or brain yet."
He nodded, chewing on his lip. "It's going to be a very long surgery and there isn't going to be much time in between chemo for recovery. It's going to be a very long, hard road from here, but I think, after the chemo and radiation are over, your sister should have at least a few more years." That was it? Brutal treatment only for a handful of years? His hands balled into fists, he looked down at the floor, knowing he had to make a hard decision. Let her go onto hospice now, or give her time?
"Do it," he whispered, the Oncologist rising to his feet with a nod. "I'll let the anesthesiologist know you're ready."
"Me...tis?" Callisto gasped, the rush of oxygen in her lungs from the nasal cannula very much welcome. He rushed to her side, taking one of her hands. "It's me Callisto, it's me, I'm here." He held her hand against her chest, cradling it carefully. "Where...?" Speaking sent her into a fit of painful coughs. "You're in a hospital, you're safe now." He stroked her hair, knowing that in a week or two, it would all be gone. "Io?" Callisto whispered, breaking out into a it of coughs. "Hey, it's okay," Metis pat her back lightly as she went limp, wondering if she knew that Io was still missing. Unless... Could Callisto know where their missing sister was?