Megohime moved to hug him tightly, not bothering to fight her tears, only holding him tight and petting his hair.
Megohime did everything she could to find some way to help Masamune, but the more she dug, the less she found. Masamune told her the doctors only offered counseling and hospice, that he might begin to deteriorate soon and would require more care. Megohime tried anything and everything, and came up with nothing.
She sat with him in bed, holding his hand as she listened to him breathe.
“Become a ghoul.” She said softly, her far-away gaze stuck on the window.