Pain is never a pleasant thing , unless you are a masochist . It cuts deeply , draining all the blood from your body , until you are about as drained as a raisin . Hilarious much ? 

For the girl who is writhing in pain at the moment , it is not . The sound of the ambulance siren was sickening , making her even more in pain .

" (Name) , please hold on . We'll arrive at the hospital soon ," Arata , one of the hospital attendants that used to work with (Name) soothed . His eyes were low and sorrow as he looked at his slowly dying friend . 
In the (h/c) haired girl's mind , everything was blank , only the illusion of Gaara calming her down . 
As she lay on the ambulance bed , her life was hung onto a loose , rotting thread. Hopes of survival were close to none . No scratch that , there were no hopes of survival . Her body was far too damaged from the cancer , yet somehow she still lived . (Name) (Surname) was still alive , still breathing . 
Despite Death circling her endlessly , waving his scythe around , (Name) still lived for her endless love for a certain person was still strong in her heart . Her (e/c) eyes , once shining brightly with curiosity is now dull , tears slipping out every now and then . Those eyes witnessed so much , the definition of love , the definition of pain , and it will soon know the definition of death - except that her eyes would be closed when that happened , so they would not actually witness that . 

At the brief moments of remorse , (Name) just wanted to know what was happening to Gaara . She wanted to know whether he was smiling , whether he was crying , or even if he was throwing a rampage . 
If he was smiling , (Name) would be crying . Of course , you would not expect the person you just broke up with to be carefree only after a week of breaking up with you . But his smile was enough for this girl though . 
If he was crying , (Name) would feel guilt , and also appreciated . She would feel guilt as she had caused those tears to trickle from those seafoam eyes that she loved so much . At the same time , she would feel appreciated for Gaara still wept for her , and wanted her back . 
If Gaara was throwing a rampage , (Name) would be indifferent . She could only lay on the bed and do nothing .

All of a sudden , (Name)'s memories started to approach her like a tsunami , crashing wildly . The bitter ones inflicting damage , and the sweet ones attempting to heal the wounds . However , (Name) had more bitter memories , and more damage was inflicted . 
However , one memory caused her to gasp . (Name) never had that memory - she never witnessed it , ever . 
It was Gaara , crying out for her , calling her name repeatedly . (Name)'s head throbbed painfully , pressure forming in her lungs . 

' These wounds won't seem to heal .
This pain is just too real .
There's just too much that time cannot erase . 

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears .
When you scream I'd fight away all of your fears . 
And I held your hand through all of these years . 
But you still have all of me '

Almost two weeks had passed since (Name) left Gaara , and since then his life became hellish . 
He locked himself in (Name)'s room , refusing to come out at all means . Everyday , Yashamaru had to climb to the balcony of (Name)'s room and place numerous food items . 
The balcony was always locked though , and despite the curtains were light coloured , he still could not see what was going on inside . 
On that particular day though , when the Kazekage was in office and Kankurou and Yashamaru went out , Gaara decided to leave the room for a while . 
The day Temari decided to give a call to Suna . As Gaara placed the phone handle back to its place , he slapped a hand across his mouth , coughing violently . 
The lack of care had took a toll on Gaara's health , and now he was just as ill as the time before (Name) was hired , just twice as depressed . Scratch that . About a thousand times more depressed . 

Gaara missed (Name) desperately . Why could not he just be the shameless face and go look for her ? 
He could not though , for (Name)'s words rang in his ears painfully . 
Do you know that feeling , when you love someone so dearly and that person screams that he does not love you . It's not a comical ' BURN ! ' , rather similar to having a stake to the heart . 
The evening was warmer than usual , causing Gaara to open the windows , allowing the cold night breeze flood in . It calmed down the thunderstorm in his heart .
He never felt so lonely - as (Name) usually accompanied him at all times . At times (Name) was obnoxiously annoying , but now , he would not mind if she pretended that she was a carrot and started to roll on the floor . 
Gaara would not mind if she pretended she was a pirate and the couch was her voyage . He just wanted (Name) (Surname) to be there , with him , in his arms . 
Gaara was tired of crying , weeping and grieving - he wanted to move on , but he just could not . His eyes glistened as the moonlight shone on them , showing his unshed tears . Gaara held his hand close to his heart , feeling it crumble slowly . 
" Why can't you just be here (Name) ? " he whimpered . At the moment , Gaara's heart was pounding heavily , pain racking his entire body . " Why can't you be here with me ? Why ?!" .
Gaara knew , he was the one who chased (Name) out , and he deeply regretted his actions . The unshed tears started to trickle as Gaara's vision grew blurry and dark .
Everything was doubled - the street lamps , the moon . And it soon tripled . Gaara's heart was still beating at the abnormal rate . " (Name) .." he murmured as his disease overtook him .

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
And though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears .
When you scream I'd fight away all of your fears . 
And I held your hand through all of these years . 
But you still have all of me '

The hospital could not have been more dull . The straight faced nurses , the pissed off doctors - it was all too normal . 
That night , two patients have been admitted , forcing majority of the staff to head to work .
Sunagakure ​​​​​​Public Hospital was not as big and prestigious as the hospitals in Konoha , but it was all the desert dwellers had . 

In one section , there were four doctors and nine nurses aiding Sabaku no Gaara , son of the Kazekage . In another section , there was one new doctor and two nurses attempting to save (Name) (Surname)'s life . Her condition was far worse than that of Gaara's , but being the Kazekage son made his life worth more than the (Surname)'s .

(Name)'s face was pallid and lifeless as she lay on the hospital bed . Nothing much could be done - all the therapies cost so much money . All they could do was strap on an oxygen mask and constantly give her painkillers . 
Deep within , (Name) wanted to live - who would want to die ? She was just another human being , just less fortunate . Slowly , the (Surname) girl decided that her life would be completed if she could see Gaara again . 
Just one more time . A simple glance was sufficient . 

' (Name) .. You never stop being pathetic , don't you ?' her conscious kicked in . In her comatose state , tears slid down her once cheerful face . 

' Yes .. I'll always be pathetic .. I'll always be worthless .. I don't even know why I exist . Life is so cruel .. It gave me hope - but it was fake ! I thought everything would be fine , but it just had to happen this way . What am I , a bad luck magnet ?! ' the girl sobbed .

However , no one could hear her . Even if they could , they would not even bother to listen .

" Your condition is now stable Gaara-sama , but please avoid stressing yourself and it is preferable that you don't move much ," the doctor spoke to the now conscious Gaara . 

" Of course ," Gaara murmured weakly , closing his eyes . He felt much more relaxed than before , but his heart still ached painfully . ' Where did she go ? ' .
That moment , Gaara's eyes blinked open . (Name) must have resumed to being a nurse after she left him . 

' She must be here ! ' 

" Excuse me , can I see (Name) (Surname) ? " Gaara questioned a nurse , named Himari .
The blue haired girl scowled as she gripped the pen in her hands .
" No Gaara-sama . You cannot see (Name) (Surname) ," she huffed . 
Himari spun her heels and left the room , leaving a flabbergasted Gaara . 

' She seemed so .. Tensed . She must have known (Name) ,' Gaara thought , noting Himari's shock when (Name) was mentioned . 
Feeling ultimately depressed , yet curious , Gaara lay on the bed , listening to his own heart monitor . 

The situation was similar to when he was a child , after the incident at the park . 
He remembered that he had numerous tubes and wires stuck to his body . 
That night , there was a (h/c) haired girl , who spoke to him . Gaara remembered her asking for his name , but was cut off . 
Gaara could not help but note that the girl was strikingly similar to a person he knew . (Name) . 

At the moment , Gaara realised that it was (Name) . His heart warmed to think that she was always comforting him , ever since they were little . But then realisation struck him .

What was she doing there in the first place ?