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"Soul… Soul..." I heard Maka's voice as if from the end of a tunnel. It was dark, and quiet, except for Maka repeating my name over and over again. I wanted to answer her, to let her know I was here, but I didn't know how to speak up. I didn't where I was and it was confusing me. I couldn't find my mouth. Suddenly I felt something. Something warm, like a hand. Maka's hand? I think so. It's so warm...
"Soul..." she said again. But this time I knew what to do. I opened my eyes.
"Maka..?" All I saw was the tear stained face of someone beautiful...
"Soul! Oh thank god, you're alive! I'm so relieved!" She all but jumped towards me, putting her arms around my waist. I cautiously waited a moment before returning the gesture, wrapping my arms around her shoulders.
Maka was silently crying into my chest, the sound muffled by the fabric of my shirt.
"Maka," I said, trying to get her attention. "Maka, what happened? I don't really remember anything too well…" This didn't make any sense. I couldn't fit anything together. She rubbed her eyes with her sleeves, and started telling me what happened.
"It was our last job of the week. We were on the roof of an abandoned building outside of town, and no one was there except me, you, the soul we were trying to catch, and someone who was with him, I guess his partner. We were doing really well, until he… He knocked you out of my hand… And you fell off the roof… You hit your head... And you would have been fine except the other guy, he...Ran down there…And they carried you off…I-I looked for you for hours…And when I finally found you, they had…they had l-left you…for dead, and-!"
"Maka, Maka, calm down!" By now she was having trouble forming coherent words, and I could barely understand her. "Maka, I'm fine now, OK? I'm alright-"
"No Soul, you're not alright! You're not! You're hurt, bad! That's why I'm so worried! Doctor Stein said he didn't know if you were going to make it... Soul... I was really worried about losing you... I was so scared..." I tried to calm her down, but she was hysterical, and the only comfort could offer was to let her hold me like she was doing before, and tightly hug her back in response."I'm sorry Maka. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that. I'm really sorry." I placed my hand on the top of her head and smoothed her hair while I whispered comforting words into her ear. It was well past dark when she finally cried herself to out. Dr. Stein finally came in the room. I still wasn't asleep yet.
"Soul, you need to get rest. You need your sleep." he said in a caring voice.
"I know. I was just worried about Maka. She was really freaking out." He paused before replying
"…You should really worry more about yourself sometimes. I'm not gonna lie when I say you literally almost died."
"I figured as much…Gah!" I said, frustrated with myself. "How could I have beaten by something as simple as getting beaten up? What's wrong with me? I can't believe I really almost kicked the bucket over this! Not cool at all…" Stein silently listened to my rant.
"Soul," He said after a considerable pause. "You don't need to get so worked up over this. Just because you were 'defeated' as you call it by something simple doesn't mean you aren't a good fighter. Not everyone can be taken down in the 'coolest' was possible. Just be lucky you can get up again."
"Yeah, I guess…" I said still, angry. Another pause and Stein spoke up again.
"Don't be so downhearted," He said cheerfully, and he eyed Maka. "If I had someone that loved me as much Maka seems to love you, I know I'd be overjoyed that I was back with her, and not worry at all about how cool I looked." And without another word, he strolled out the door. I sighed. Stein was right. "I probably should appreciate what I do have." I thought to myself, looking down a Maka's sleeping from on my chest. "I guess she really does love me." And I slowly reached over to brush the hair from out of her eyes, and kissed her on the forehead softly. I wouldn't know until later that she had been awake the whole time.