Staring down at her blood streaked hands, Maka felt tears drip off her chin. She's been like this for a while, Soul was off with Shinigami-Sama and Dr. stein explaining the situation. The situation, the words had slipped off Dr. Stein's lips so casually, and it made the girls heart ache.
Blair had died, protecting her, a three star meister, and done it so willingly, that it shook Maka to the core of her being.
Another sob ripped through her, as she ran her hands over her eyes and cheeks, causing red streaks to spread and make her cry harder, "Why? Why wouldn't you just let me take the hit?! I could have taken it!" she screamed into the hospital's hallways, causing concerned glances to turn her way.
She had been outside of Blair's room since they brought her in, and she couldn't make herself look inside, knowing she would see exactly what she had seen on the battlefield, blood. So much blood. The staff had avoided touching her after she threatened to cut them down when they tried to attend to her wounds, and had sent a call to Spirit not long ago.
Tsubaki, Black*Star, Kid, Liz, and Patti were all out on missions, and she would have been as well, but then Blair got hurt.
"Maka.." a voice said, and she raised her face to make eye contact with eyes, so alike to her own. Spirit stood in shock, at her, and at the injuries she hadn't bothered to take care of, before moving forward and kneeling beside her.
She trembled as he raised a hand and cupped her cheek, pushing tears away with his thumb, "Maka sweetie, we have to take care of your injuries or you'll get sick. Blair would hate to see you like this, please… Let Papa take care of you, please?" he whispered and for once in her life, the meister with tear filled eyes nodded, sobs still shaking her form.
Spirit pushed one hand behind her knees and another across her back before standing and nodding to one of the nurses that had heard their exchange, as she led them to a room, a doctor not far behind them.
Her head fell onto her papa's shoulder and Spirit had to restrain himself from crying with her as tears started to soak through his shirt. As he moved to place her on the bed she gripped on to him, shaking her head, "Please… don't go Papa." she gasped out.
Her heart clenched as they took care of her, bandaging the gash in her leg that went from her thigh to the middle of her calf, and her left arm surely had some torn tendons in it from how bad it hurt. As the nurses finished up, they left a few washcloths with warm water in a dish, but as Spirit went to wipe the blood from her hands, face, and leg she stopped him. "Who will take care of Blair, Papa?" she asked, and he sighed. He placed her gently on the bed, mindful of her wounds.
"We'll do it, she was our family, and Papa will take care of it." he said, before wiping the streaks from her. She was quiet for a long time before nodding.
"I miss her already…" she whispered, Spirit closed his eyes and nodded.
"I know Maka, we all do."
She let herself fall forward and cried on his chest, to which he dropped the cloth and held her to him.
Tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear Maka looked towards the door, "She was a really, amazing cat. I don't think any other would have done this for… for me." she whispered before looking back at Spirit. He pressed a kiss to the top of her hair and before looking to the ceiling and praying for the pain to let go of the girl, and give the cat that saved her life a safe journey to the afterlife.