Just one MRI of many. Was it sad that she was getting used to this? Going to the hospital, stripping down to her skivvies, and sitting in a tube for 45 minutes to check for tumors or various other things that might possibly be wrong with her.
She sincerely hoped the male nurse placing the padding around her head played for the other team, because her current attire left little to the imagination.
As the little bed slid in and the machine started to thunk and buzz, she thought on the irony of her current situation.
Kagome, the Shikon priestess, savior of the world more than 500 years in the past, was stuck worrying over her health just like everyone else. It was disheartening; she always thought it would be something… grander, that swept her feet out from under her. But really, if the jewel of four souls couldn't kill her, then isn't it appropriate that it be something like this?
When her family first suggested that something might be wrong, she firmly refused to go to the hospital. She just couldn't accept that she could fall prey to some sort of human disease. After all that had happened… or, that she thought had happened; sometimes she forgot her own humanity.