WE DO NOT OWN FAIRY TAIL!
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LEARNING TO:
LIVE
Levy. Levy. Levy. That was the one name pounding through his head right there and then. It was all his fault. All his fault that Levy got injured. She had gone a step too far. He had told her to get a harder job than she normally did so that she could get stronger and fight alongside him! Not to get injured like Hell attacked her itself! He wanted the shrimp to get stronger so they could go on tough missions together! Not so he could go on more missions by himself! And she had also wanted to get stronger, for him!
It didn't go as planned. Levy had gotten seriously injured. Her normally calm expression was replaced with pain. Her face, which was usually dainty and pale, was covered in scratches and blood. And finally, her hair. Her lovely blue hair. But it wasn't blue anymore. It was the rusty red colour of blood. The blood that was coming from a deep scrape on the side of her head.
And she was lucky. The trimens had found Levy, beaten up and getting beaten up by the beast. They removed her from the scene and instantly brought her to Fairy Tail.
And now it was CHAOS. Everybody was yelling. None of them had ever seen one of their guildmates in such a condition. Lucy was crying. Jet and Droy were also. Everybody was swarming around the stretcher they brought Levy in on.
But he didn't. It was because he didn't, no, couldn't, bear to see Levy so badly injured because of him. He believed that if he did, he would break down like the others and Levy wouldn't be able to handle it.
"SILENCE, BRATS!" Gajeel was pulled out of his thoughts. Master Makarov was standing on the railing of the second floor. "DO YOU THINK THAT-" he was interrupted by Mirajane, who was looking concerned. "Master, you shouldn't yell that loudly while Levy-chan is asleep. You might scare her and her wounds might open up again." She said worriedly. Then she addressed the guild. "I think that what Master meant to say is that Levy-chan wouldn't want us being sad over her being hurt."
"Yeah." A teary eyed Lucy said, wiping her eyes. "We shouldn't be crying. Look on the bright side! Levy-chan's lucky! She LIVED!" Lucy yelled.
And so, they decided to throw a quieter than usual get well soon party for Levy. There was a huge banner on the rail that said "GET WELL SOON LEVY!" That Jet and Droy wrote, and it was already decided that they would leave it there until Levy actually got better. Levy didn't get up, of course, but during that time, more than 50 "get well soon" gifts had piled up in her room. At least 10 of them were from Jet and Droy.
Finally, around two days later she woke up. Everybody had slept in the guild out of anxiety and she was instantly greeted by shouts of "She's up!" and "How are you?". She walked right past Jet and Droy who looked absolutely astonished, and up to Lucy. "Levy-chan? Are you okay?" She asked, smiling. "Yeah, I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be?" Levy replied cheerily. "Yo! How are you, Shrimp?" Gajeel asked, grinning. "P-please don't call me that," stammered Levy, shrinking away. "Oh, hold on!" She gasped. "I remember what I was going to say now!" "What?" Gajeel said irritably. He didn't know why Levy was acting so scared of him.
"I'm sort of confused. Where am I and why does everybody here seem to know my name?"
