As the days passed, the reality of Kaori's situation began to settle heavily on Arima's heart. He accompanied her to the hospital for her check-ups, feeling a sense of helplessness each time he saw the worry etched on her face. He wanted to take her pain away, but all he could do was offer his presence.
On one such visit, they sat in a waiting room, the sterile environment starkly contrasting the warmth of their friendship. Arima's fingers tapped nervously against his thigh as he watched Kaori fidget with the bracelet on her wrist, a small token from her parents. He wanted to say something comforting, but the words eluded him."Arima," she said softly, breaking the silence.
"I'm scared."He turned to her, his heart aching at the vulnerability in her voice.
"I know. But you're strong, Kaori. You've always been strong."She looked at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
"I wish I could believe that. Sometimes, I feel so lost. What if the surgery doesn't work? What if…?""Stop," Arima interjected gently.
"You can't think like that. We'll get through this together. You're not alone in this fight. I'll be right here, every step of the way."Kaori squeezed his hand tightly, a flicker of hope shining in her eyes.
"Thank you, Arima. You really are my rock."