The pain had dulled a bit but not enough to let me stand up to get pain killers. I had Soul get me the bottle of ibuprofen and a large glass of water so I could take them when I felt the pain come back. I had no clue as to what my body was doing to me or why it caused me such a massive amount of pain. I laid down on the bed and curled into a ball as I started to cry from the pain I was feeling. Nothing had quite compared to what I was feeling right now.

"Ugh, I want to die!" I cried.

"No you don't. I'm right here for you when you need me," cooed Soul as he rubbed my back.

"Make it stop. Whatever this is, I want it to end right now."

"It'll go away Maka, just let time do what it does and before you know it it'll be gone and you'll be back to normal."

I forced a weak smile to show that I had heard him before closing my eyes and trying to keep my mind off the pain. I guess I had fallen asleep while I was lying there because when I opened my eyes, I was staring at an unfamiliar ceiling that was beautifully decorated. The place smelled funny and extremely unfamiliar to me. I felt uncomfortable on whatever it was that I had been set on and my head hurt a little bit. The only good thing was that the shooting pain in my side was gone.

I looked around the room and found that I acually knew the place I was in. I should have known when I saw how the ceiling was decorated where I was, but my mind was a little fogged.

"Soul," I groaned. "Where are you?"

I heard something move at the my side and questioned how I hadn't seen him there before with his white mop of hair and his orange shirt. A sigh escaped my lips as I slowly sat up and took a hold of one of his hands, giving it a gentle squeeze before lying back down. I let a small smile grace my features as I closed my eyes again and waited for him to wake up.

"Maka, don't do it..." mumbled Soul.

"Soul...Soul wake up. You're having a nightmare," I said as I gentlely shook him.

"Maka, what are you doing?"

"You looked like you were having a bad dream about me doing something you didn't want me to do, so I woke you up to make sure you were-"

I hissed as the pain shot up my side again. Soul left the room to get Kid as I writhed in pain. I wanted it to stop hurting me. Not later, now. It was too much for me to handle. Oh how much I wanted to kill myself everytime it hit me.

I looked over at the desk that was next to my bed and called up the last person I'd want to know about my current state. My father. I didn't like the man much, but there were times he was actually of some kind if help and right now was one if those times. I knew it was because he told me mama had the same thing happen to her shortly after she started dating him.

"Hello," came my fathers voice.

"Hi Papa," I weakly replied.

"Maka! How's my little angel?"

"Not good. I have this shooting pain running up my side that won't go away."

It went silent for a moment before he said anything.

"Maka, I'm on my way. I know how to get rid of it for good."

"Thank you Papa. I'm at Kid's place."

"I'd do anything for my little girl."

I rolled my eyes and hung up the phone before I dared myself to get up and walk to the door of the room and back to my bed. But just as my feet had hit the floor, they walked in with a bunch of stuff that I assumed killed off the pain for a bit.

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Maka?

Is she okay doc?

Yes, she's fine. She's just asleep and should wake up here pretty soon.

Okay, thank you.

"Soul..." I croaked. "Papa..."

"Maka," I heard Soul sigh. "Thank death you're okay. I thought you'd scream for an eternity."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"When the sisters and Kid walked in with pain meds, you were screaming. So they called a doctor who put you under so you could be brought here to the hospital."

"Oh..."

"Maka! Papa's here for you, don't let him convince you that you don't need me," said Papa.

"Shut up Papa! Soul wouldn't ever do that to me, espcially since I've told him a lot about you. Including the bit about you knowing how to get rid of the pain in my side," I semi-hostily replied.

Papa's jaw hung open, shocked that I'd told Soul the good things about him and none of the bad. In truth, I don't really hate my father I'm just not really all that fond of him. Soul, on the other hand, has become so much more to me than just my boyfriend and partner. He's become part of my future that I've already thought about.

"And one question," I said. "Is there a cure for the mess I'm in?"