Bio: Being raised by their sister Candra, Shashank has always preferred to live a more feminine life style, he just loved the way it felt although he got the occasional dirty glare and three failed relationships with males, but even with that he still remained optimistic and happy with himself and his choices, eventually he convinced Candra to teach him what was passed down from their family bloodline
(Right) Candra:
Age: 27
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: Quiet, cunning, introverted, quick to irritate, merciless
Likes: Books, Swords, history of ninja clans, quiet places, sweets, *cough*Widowmaker*cough*, ramen
Bio: As a child she witnessed her parents killed by a figure in shadowy smoke. After escaping with her brother and just a shot in her shoulder Candra was eventually able to find an old building that she was able to fix together and make sustainable for living, eventually a certain cyborg taught her how to hone her skills to protect herself and her brother and taught him after his persistence of asking
Both have joined Overwatch but rarely help by Candra’s demand from her worry of her brother getting hurt
Kohana silenced her alarm and stared out the window. It was still so dark. Normally, she'd get at least another hour of sleep. Then again, was that really normally or was this? Did she even have a normally anymore?
She heard a soft knock on her door. Her mother was reminding her to get ready. She didn't respond, but her mom would know. She was always up on time, it was really just to make the woman feel better.
Slowly, she changed from her pajamas into a simple brown dress. She added some dark green leggings and a white sweatshirt since it was cold and she wasn't sure what they would be doing today. No one ever told her. She was pretty sure that was making her problems worse, but it's not like they cared. She was just a teenager, what did she know about medicine, even if it was her body.
Her stomach growled. That's right, she couldn't eat today. Sometimes she wished she'd just pass out during one of the days when she couldn't eat so they'd put more thought into scheduling them. The least they could do is put them in the morning or let her eat breakfast.
She shook her head. The doctors were doing their best, she reminded herself. Sometimes they had to schedule her later because all the earlier ones were taken. They had limited resources just like anyone else.
She stepped out of her room at the same time as her brother. They faced each other in the hall before he put his head down.
“Hey.” He muttered then shuffled away. He was never himself when she had an appointment. He'd been treating her weird a lot lately. Like he had to walk on glass with her. He didn't make fun of her anymore and when he did it was half-hearted. It was one of the worst parts of what this whole thing.
She said a quick goodbye to her bother and father before her mother and she left. Out the window, she could see the sunrise. It wasn't a pretty sunrise. Maybe it was just her, but the sun didn't look like it wanted to come up. Like it just wanted to rest and not worry about the problems it would cause. She knew the feeling.
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“So, what do you like to do for fun?” The overly-cheery voice asked. The woman was a child/family life helper or whatever they called them. They were supposed to help keep her calm and comfortable before big tests but all they ever managed to do was annoy her and treat her like she was five.
“I take karate.” She answered politely, hoping to doctors would be ready to start the test soon so she could get away.
“Karate, wow! So, I bet you could beat me up right now, huh?”
Are you giving me permission? Out loud, she said. “It doesn't work that way. Besides, I'm not very advanced.”
A nurse came out, but unfortunately it wasn't to save her. He put in an IV that Kohana would need for some tests later and drew some blood.
“So, do you know what tests you're having today?” The cheery woman asked after the nurse left. The girl shook her head. “Okay, then, let's check the charts. Hm, seems like first you're having an ultrasound of your heart done, then an MRI of your head, and then a gastric emptying. And then after that, you have an appointment with the doctor. Wow, you sure have a full day!”
Kohana sighed. That last one was the one she couldn't eat for. Great.
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The ultrasound wasn't bad, but she hated the stuff they had to put on to do it. It felt gross and was nearly impossible to get off. She felt like she needed a shower, and she'd have to deal with it all day. She also hated that she had to take off her shirt and bra. She felt uncomfortable enough, she really didn't want to be naked too. She knew they didn't care, obviously, but it didn't make her feel any better. The only small comfort was that the person running the ultrasound was a woman.
The MRI was a lot worse. First they let her pick what music she wanted to listen to, then had her lay back, put headphones on her, and gave her something to squeeze to end the test, but only in an emergency. They told her that the machine would be small and loud, that it would sound like it was breaking. It was normal and the most important thing was just to stay still.
They didn't even come close to explaining how terrifying it was. The space didn't bother her, she was fine with tight spaces. What bothered her most was it was so white and blank, she couldn't tell if she was moving or not. She felt like she was, but she was pretty sure MRIs didn't move you.
The worse part, though, was definitely the noise. It creaked and groaned and completely drowned out the music. The first time they cut in to talk to her through the headphones, she asked them to turn of the volume, but after that she was too nervous to ask again.
During the first round of testing, it sounded like it was shifting from side to side. The second sounded like the ceiling was cracking apart. It spread, making it seem like the walls and even the floor were cracking and crashing around her, before stopping suddenly. The third time was the worst. It sounded as though she was trapped in a washing machine, everything shaking back and forth. It wasn't just sound, she was pretty sure the machine was actually shaking her. She wanted to close her eyes, but was that too much movement? It would only make thing's worse anyway. But she was having a hard time breathing. It didn't feel safe. Was this really normal? What if the machine was breaking but she just thought it was normal. Her grip tightened on the release, but she forced herself not to squeeze it. She didn't want to have to do this all over again.
Finally, it stopped and they pulled her out. They used her IV to put some dye in her and waited for a few minutes. Probably to let it go to her head. Then, they put her back in for another scan, but this time it was shorter. The dye gave her a headache though.
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Kohana sat with her mother in the waiting room, nursing both her headache and hunger pains. Once they were ready, she'd be able to eat some eggs with radiation in them for the test. She didn't care what it was, it was food. It wouldn't be much, but it was something. It'd at least make her feel better until the test was over and she could get real food.
They called her back to a cold, metal room. There was a window to another room on one side. That was probably where the doctors or whoever was running the test stood. Her mother was offered a chair against the opposite wall. In the middle was a large machine. It had a screen and a curved top. Below was a flat table with some grey rubber providing a little bit of comfort. The end was uncovered, so she sat there.
The man who'd called her back brought out a plate of eggs. Kohana's heart fell. It looked, and smelled, terrible. She pressed her lips together and picked up the plastic fork. She took a bite and almost choked. They tasted even worse than they looked. Even if she was starving, she wasn't sure she could eat these.
She'd managed to get almost half down, but she was sure she couldn't get more. Her mother must have picked up on it as she pushed the eggs around, because she asked the man if it would be enough. Thankfully, he was it would, and proceeded to the next step.
He had Kohana lay down on the table and moved the curved top over her. He touched a few buttons on the screen then told her not to move. Apparently, the whole test would take a couple of hours, and she couldn’t move the whole time. It was so cold, and she felt tired and weak. Not only were those eggs disgusting, they didn't make her feel better. Everything hurt so much. Maybe...maybe she could just...take a little nap...
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It seemed it was okay that she slept during that test. At least it made it pass faster. After she woke, they stopped by the cafeteria and got her a meal before going up to her appointment.
It was the same as always. She waited forever, then they finally called her in and took her vitals. Then she waited forever until the doctor came in. The doctor would her they found fifty new things it wasn't like that was good news, even though they still had no clue what it was. Then they'd say she's have to come in next week for new tests on whatever body part they worked with. This time it was hormones.
And just like always, she was fighting tears of frustration on the ride home.
