The nurses tried to avoid the blonde. Most even took to avoiding the hallway she was in entirely, preferring to take longer routes. To be honest, there wasn't much about the her. Light blonde hair, pale freckled skin, dark eyes. She looked like a normal teenage girl, but there was one single thing that set her aside from others.

The chanting.

The incessant chanting.

It always started off at a quiet murmur, the 23 year old rocking in a corner of her ward slowly, her hands clasped in front of her chest. She would be shaking, her voice unsteady, whispering in an unknown language. Slowly, her once quiet voice would quicken, become louder, more frantic, ringing throughout the entire hallway. The other patients in the hospital, clearly disturbed by the haunting echoes of her voice, would wail and scream along with her. The unlucky nurses who went to give her food would come out terrified by the howls of the patients. She was known for her chilling effect on the hospital.

So when Lucy Heartfilia went missing from her ward, the hospital was thrown into chaos.

Natsu Dragneel, a doctor in the hospital. He was an eccentric one, who worked alone and refused help. He almost never spoke and only took in schizophrenic patients. Even so, during his 4 years in the hospital, he only ever had 2 patients. Both were almost fully recovered, with little to no hallucinations. The doctor himself was odd enough. He spoke of faery lore and sprites and elves like he believed they existed, and anyone who went into his office would swear that there were no medical books, but shelves cluttered with books of fairy tales, from the popular childhood versions to the less known versions, the originals and books exploring the existence of fairies. With his bright pink hair and faraway gaze, he could be easily mistaken as a patient. Many thought him unsuitable for a doctor.

Makarov tore at his remaining hair frantically, pacing in his office. The door to his office opened and he spun around quickly, his wide eyes darting to the petrified nurse at the door. Realizing how crazy he must have looked, he cleared his throat and smoothed out his shirt in an attempt to regin his dignity.

"Ah, yes... Miss Strauss, have you found Lucy Heartfilia yet?"

The white haired beauty winced. Makarov let out a little groan.

"Sorry, Director... We haven't, but we have put out security measures to make sure she doesn't escape."

Makarov stroked his beard, a habit he had acquired over time.

"Where have you checked?"

Mirajane frowned, listing the places off her fingers.

"The storage rooms, therapist offices, and no, the surgery rooms were all occupied, she could not have went in there, the other confinement areas and the public wards. Almost everything."

Makarov wanted to weep, but found a fault in their plans.

"And Mr Dragneel's office?"

"We doubted she'd be in there. Mr Dragneel has his office locked at all times, but we can do a check, you know, just in case."

Makarov nodded. The nurse left the office.

"Pray Mavis she'll be safe... Or she," he paused and shuddered in fear, "she'll skin me alive."