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Once Stein and Spirit were able to beat the Demon Sword, Spirit turned towards his little girl. He had a big smile on his face for he was hoping that this would have finally been able to show her exactly how much she meant to him and how much he loved her. "Maka, see what Daddy did for you?"

It was then that he realized that Maka wasn't even paying attention to him. Instead, she was kneeling over her scythe weapon, partner, and friend, Soul Eater Evans.

"Is he going to be okay?" her question was nothing more than a whisper. She looked into Dr. Stein's eyes, silently pleading for an answer that he wasn't sure he could give her.

"We need to get him back to Death City immediately. These wounds are severe."

Stein reached down and gently scooped up the fallen boy and nodded to Spirit in silent communication and than left the chapel.

Spirit came closer to his only daughter and offered her a hand up. She just stared at the ground where Soul had been lying and ran her hand over the blood that had poured onto the floor. "Maka, we need to go." Spirit said softly. She slowly raised her head to face her father. For once, she didn't hate him, in fact, she needed him. "Please take my hand." Spirit reached to her once more. This time, she accepted his help. With a little effort, he was able to pull her to a standing position.

Maka swayed a little bit and would have fallen if Spirit hadn't put his arm around her. "Daddy's got you, hun." She looked at him for a moment. "But Soul…it's my fault…" Spirit looked down at her, his eyes full of sorrow and heart ache. "Don't say that, Maka! The fault lies with the Demon Sword alone!" it was then that he felt her body go limp.

Spirit looked around in the infirmary. In one bed, laid Soul, still being tended to by Stein. On the other side of the room, was his daughter. She was still unconscious although, Stein had assured him it was normal. Spirit sat on the edge of her bed, gently wiping her forehead with a warm wet towel. "Come on, Maka, you need to wake up now. Dr. Stein has assured me Soul will be alright. He just needs time to heal." he sighed in frustration when there was no reaction from her.

"Spirit, I need you for a moment. I need to finish stitching this wound." Spirit looked at his little girl one more time. "I'll be right back." reluctantly, he got up and went to finish assisting Stein.

Meanwhile, Maka was unaware of what was occurring. She knew something had happened, but she didn't know what. It wasn't until the nightmare started that she realized it wasn't a nightmare at all. It was a flashback. She could see he fight that had transpired. She then watch in horror as Soul transformed back into his human form to protect her…just in time to take a hit from the Demon Sword.

"No!" Maka found her screams echoing through the flashback.

What she didn't realize, was that she screaming in real life as well. Having just finished with Soul, Spirit rushed to her side. "Maka, you need to wake up NOW!" he gently tapped her face. The nightmare appeared to have a strong hold on her. Tears were falling from her eyes and soaking both her pillow, and her father. "Maka!" for fear of what his daughter was enduring, Spirit shook her.

It was enough to snap her back into reality. "Soul!" she cried as she sat up. "Maka, calm down! You both are safe." Spirit held her close to him as she fought to get her breath back. "It's okay. You're back in Death City." he whispered. "How is Soul? He was protecting me…he was hurt and it was my fault!" She felt panicked at not knowing how he was doing.

"He's alright. He's resting now, but Dr. Stein was able to patch him up good as new."

Exhausted, yet satisfied that Soul would be alright, Maka allowed the darkness to take over her again.

Stein put his hand on Spirit's shoulder. "They've been through a lot, you know. She is just tired. Go report to Lord Death, and let her rest." Spirit nodded and gently kissed Maka on the forehead before leaving to go to the Death Room.

Shortly after Spirit had left, Soul's eyes opened and he sat straight up. He winced in pain. "This is so not cool." he mumbled. When he realized that he was no longer wearing a shirt, his eyes wandered to his chest. When he saw the scaring and stitches that now covered up his wound, his eyes glowed crimson. All he could think of was Maka.

The memories came flooding back. The images of the fight against the Demon Sword, the moment he realized that Maka's life was in danger, and him transforming to protect her.

Soul heard soft moans from the other side of the infirmary and he instantly recognized them to be his partner's.

Despite being in pain, Soul made his way to Maka's bedside, and sat on the bed next to her. Had she been hurt after he had taken the hit? What if it had been too late and he was unable to successfully protect her? Would she ever know how he truly felt about her?

He silently reached over and moved some of her blonde hair out of her eyes. He could tell that she was struggling in her dreams. Her soul felt chaotic and even. "This is not cool. Wake up! I need my Meister. I…I need you, Maka."

Within moments, her emerald eyes fluttered open and instantly she saw Soul above her. "Soul" she whispered as her eyes filled up with tears.

"I was so worried but you're…" she couldn't finish her statement. She couldn't say he was okay.

Her eyes were drawn to the stitching on his chest, and all she could think about was how it was her fault and her fault alone.