We Need To Talk
Maka
I walked down to the hospital to visit Soul since Professor Stein said he was fully recovered. I was relieved he was okay, but I hate how Soul had to put his life in danger for me. I know he's my partner and my best friend, but I thought I had lost him forever. I knocked on the door and Professor Stein led me to Soul's bed.
"I'm glad Soul has someone like you to watch after him," Dr Stein grinned. I was startled by the comment, but appreciated it and nodded. I saw Soul lying down with his eyes closed. There was a large, curved scar running across to his other shoulder blade, small cuts along his arms and face, and a weak look in his face. I felt myself holding back tears. How was he okay when he looked like this? I felt a tear starting to come and Soul opened his eyes faintly.
"Maka," asked Soul. I couldn't answer without feeling a scream coming forward. His dark, red eyes stared me with confusion and fatigue. I didn't want to see Soul like this; regardless of how many injuries he's taken for me. I decided to run and come see Soul again later.
"Maka wait," Soul yelled.
Soul
I wanted to go run after Maka, but Professor Stein told me to wait.
"Let her go, Soul," Professor Stein said. "She just needs to relax." I sighed and sat up, stretching my back when Professor Stein continued, "I hope you don't mind Soul; I'm having an intern start later today. He'll probably be watching over you."
I nodded. It's not like I really had a choice in the matter. I wish Maka would relax about my injuries. I feel okay; she always gets so touchy about this, no matter how many times it happens. I decided I should probably rest and wait for Maka to come later so I could talk to her.
Maka
I felt awful leaving Soul, but I couldn't deal seeing him like that. I decided to go back and apologize later on.
"Professor Stein, I…" I saw another person standing around Soul, who wasn't Professor Stein. "Who are you and what are you doing to Soul?"
"Oh sorry, I'm Patrick," he said, grinning. He was tall, stocky, and had dark, messy hair. He had dark green eyes like mine and a caring look in those eyes. "I'm just tending to his little wounds."
"What?"
"You asked what I was doing to Soul."
"Oh, right." He smiled at me and I giggled. I was about to say something, when Soul opened his eyes.
Soul
"Maka, you're back," I said relieved.
"Yeah, I am," she said briefly, not even making eye contact.
"Hey Maka, could we talk later?" I tried to stay calm and not say anything strangely.
"Oh no it's okay Soul. I'm fine, don't worry." I watched her stare at Patrick intently, laughing at anything he said, and acting as a child. I thought Maka was supposed to be the focused one. So much for that, her brain is lost.
"Soul, are you okay," she asked.
"Hm, yeah I'm fine Maka."
"Okay, Patrick and I are going to eat and talk."
"Okay."
They left quickly, leaving me alone in my bed. I wish Maka hadn't gone. I really had to talk to her about something more than my injuries.
Maka
Patrick and I spent a great night together, just talking and laughing. We got along so well and he actually kissed me. I couldn't wait to start seeing Patrick everyday. He really understood me and appreciated me for me, no insults.
We kept hanging out for the next two weeks, always having the best time. It would always tire me out, but it was definitely worth it.
Woah. I know it's weird to have a first chapter be short, but a writer never wants to reveal too much too early.