Stray beams of sunlight shone on the cold, stone floor of Chrona's cell-like room hidden beneath the DWMA. It grasped at one of it's pillows from it's bed, hugging it to it's chest as a small sigh passed it's lips, indigo eyes scanning the room lazily. It was the weekend, and it had been about one week since it had watched the ultimate defeat of Asura. Since then, the DWMA had returned to Nevada and resumed operations, and everyone's lives had gotten back on track. Even Chrona's life had gotten better, with it's mother finally dead.

Stretching out it's thin legs, the genderless quickly slipped off of it's bed and stood up. It had an appointment with Professor Stein, which it was both rather anxious for and very happy about. After a very quiet week, it would be getting Ragnarok injected back inside of it.

After the fight with Medusa, Chrona had been rushed back to the DWMA and treated, gaining a scar on it's stomach and an almost-everlasting lightheadedness. Ragnarok had come completely out of it after it's 'death', and it was a very good thing that Stein had collected any spilled blood to be transferred into Chrona at a later date. Without a partner - demon or not - it would not be allowed to go to the academy.

Grabbing at the handle to the heavy door, Chrona swung the door open as it timidly walked out into the corridor and up to the small medical ward. It could almost feel that this day was going to feel a little bit long.

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"Alright... have you been tired at all, lately?"

"Only a little."

"Lightheaded, feel like you might pass out?"

"Yes, sir."

"Have you been nauseous?"

"Not really..."

"Do your stitches hurt?"

"A little bit."

Stein quickly scanned Chrona over as it sat on a recovery bed, shyly holding it's right arm with it's left. "Well, that all seems pretty normal for someone in your situation," he replied lazily, pushing his glasses up on his nose. He stood up and turned away from it, "You vitals from when you were passed out were also stable. I'd say that you've recovered very nicely."

"Th-that's good," Chrona said, nodding. It glanced over at a tall cabinet close to the bed full of stray vials of liquid - including one large container of a black ooze. "Um, would putting him back in take a long time...? It looks like he took up a lot of my blood."

"Most likely, we'd have to put the blood back in slowly so that your body isn't harmed," Stein explained. He looked over his shoulder, "Are you sure that you want Ragnarok back, Chrona? You'd be able to lead a normal life without him, and I am sure there are others you can resonate with."

Shivering, Chrona kept it's eyes set on the cabinet, "I-I'm positive, professor. I don't think I could deal with a different partner..." It lightly bit it's lower lip, "I've known him for long enough, I'd be a little scared with anyone else. It's a really weird kind of bond... isn't it?"

Opening the cabinet door and lifting the heavy jar of black blood out, Stein sighed out a reply, "Yes, I suppose so, but it really depends how you look at it." Setting it down next to Chrona's bedside, he pulled a small needle out of his pocket, "Now, roll up your sleeve, okay? I'll connect this needle with a fluid tube to our jar of liquid-Ragnarok, and he should be completely back inside of you within an hour or so."

"Alright, sir," Chrona said, nervously rolling up it's right sleeve and lying down on the bed. It almost didn't feel the small prick in it's skin - it's mind was elsewhere.

Finally... Don't worry Raggy. I'll see you again soon.

I missed you so much.