A/N - If you haven't noticed, your PoV is in present tense, and anyone else's is in past. Unless I messed up. In that case, if you notice, tell me. Please. Also, I looked it over, and I have a conclusion: THIS STORY IS SHIT.

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Then you're there alone... Standing in the rain.

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"Reckless idiot," The white dragon slayer chides as he placed a wet towel on your forehead. "You know better than to stand in the rain, (Y/N)."

You just groan in response, still half awake. Sting places a hand on your cheek before giving the verdict, "It's gone down a bit."

"Sting-kun, aren't you afraid you're gonna get sick, too?" Another voice asks. You think of the maroon exeed, thinking that, It's probably him.

"No." replies Sting. "As long as I get to spend time with her, then I don't care if I get sick or not. Besides, there's a 99.9% chance she'll do the same for me."

You smile, eyes still closed. Squirming a bit, you show your discomfort, wanting to wake up––but sleep takes a strong hold on you.

"How is it that you remain cute even when you're burning a fever?" Sting asks curiously. "Seriously, even I can't do that."

Then you hear the door open. "Sting, you should get back to your duties, I can take over." It's a feminine voice, most likely Yukino.

And then, after a few minutes, you zone out, not bothering to listen to the conversation. Sleep pulls you deep into its clutches, and into a world of dreamless slumber.

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Maybe I should go check on her, he thought. It's been a good few hours.

Then again, he reminded. Yukino's there... I trust her, right?

His mind argued back, Of course I trust her, but (Y/N) has a high fever, and as her boyfriend, I'm worried about her.

That's right, his mind agreed. I should go check on her right now.

Sting stood there, completely appalled. There she was, (Y/N) (L/N), prancing around happily in Magnolia. He stuttered, trying to process life.

And she smiled sheepishly, claiming that, "I completely forgot I had healing magic."

"(Y/N)?" Another voice asked. Said girl turned her head and was whirled into a hug by Lucy Heartfilia. She exclaimed, "It's been so long!"

"Why are you here?" asked (Y/N), her usual smile painted onto her face.

"Fairy Tail disbanded, but we're having a reunion!" Lucy gestured to the distance where others stood.

"Levy, Erza, Mira!" (Y/N) ran over to the girls whom she'd mentioned, embracing them while Sting just stood there, watching the girl who had been bedridden just moments ago.

"Sting! Long time no see!" Said a flurry of pink and blue. When the blur subsided, Natsu stood there, his furry companion perched atop his head.

Sting smiled, still a bit confused.

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You pull away, and start catching up, speaking happily to your friends.

You look at Sting, who's currently talking with Natsu. You excuse yourself from the conversation to go to him.

"Hey, Natsu–" you stop. Everything starts to spin as you struggle to find your breath. You don't know if anyone is there, or looking at you. It's almost as if something is grabbing your heart, starting to clutch it very tightly. Your vision blurs, the world still spinning rapidly. In a split second, everything goes black, and you feel yourself falling.

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Sting rushed over to catch (Y/N)'s now limp body, and as she fell into his arms, he checked her forehead––No fever, no sickness. But her face showed pain, and her breaths were choppy. She was struggling, and it was like her breath was being taken from her. This hurt him. She murmured one word, something that triggered an emotion in Sting's mind...

"Help."

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Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

There it was again; the ever irking sound of the heart monitor. And how many times have I been in the infirmary now? You answer your own question: like, a million.

Like every other time, your eyes open. Your first sight is a certain blond's weary smile.

"I was beginning to think that you would actually die out on me this time," he jokes, giving a tired smirk.

You smile back, ignoring the large pain in your head. "Not a chance." And right then, you realize how terrible your voice sounds.

Sting's face takes a worried expression as he blurts, "What happened in that year you went missing?"

Your eyes widen, but you nod, continuing to tell him.

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"And then there was a crash, and after that... I... I don't really know." You half-lie. "I just woke up in the infirmary."

Then another, a female voice voice asks, "Did there happen to be... dirty air in Erebus Blood?"

You look to the door, simply answering with a, "I dunno." While staring at the bluenette with her nose in a book.

"Your lungs nearly collapsed, so it would make sense if there was. You breathed that air for almost a year." Levy responds.

You think about it for a minute, and then... out of nowhere, Sting's lips are on yours, and he has yet to pull away. Leaving a warm, lingering feeling on your lips, he breaks the kiss, claiming, "I feel like I haven't kissed you like that since you came back."

You furrow your eyebrows, then playfully slap his arm. "Weirdo."

"You're a weirdo, too." He says. "We're both weirdos."

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"And that's that." Porlyusica inquires. "Her lungs are weak from breathing in dirty air regularly for over a year."[1]

Sting seems impatient. "So, that means...?"

"She'll collapse every now and then until she gets used to the clean air in her lungs, trying to clear out the filth."

You look down, completely zoning out. I'm so weak... you think, clenching your hand. I just wanted to prove that I could be strong... but... I never am. No matter where I go, no matter who I meet... Ill always be the weak and vulnerable person I was from childhood.

Subconsciously, you murmur aloud, "Why aren't I strong enough?"

You can feel all eyes on you, but you blink back tears. Here I am again,[2] about to cry. I'm just too weak....

You think up a phrase, something you've pondered on forever. Thinking aloud, you murmur, "I don't deserve to live."

A/N - My love life is so screwed up...

[1] - Because that totally makes sense, right?

[2] - {here I am again,} The same old situation, why does the guy thing have to be so complicated? I should'a played it cool, instead I made a fool, all the things I do... 'cause I'm young, and I'm dumb; I do stupid things when it comes to love  and even if I always end up crying... You can't blame a girl for trying~ (Sabrina Capenter, Can't Blame a Girl for Trying) ⬇️⬇️⬇️

OMFG WATTPAD HAS NEW UPDATE SO COOL WOOOOO~~
~Em