Soul and Maka have always looked out for each other. But when Maka is seriously injured protecting Soul and it falls to him to take care of her as she's recovering, they'll both have to admit their feelings to each Other.
Soul placed outside the door. Professor Stein was giving Maka a surgery, and he wasn't allowed to go in. Stein has said Maka would be fine, but Soul was still worried. He'd been waiting outside fot what felt like hours, and Maka was still in there.
She had taken the blow instead of using him to block, then had saved him from being consumed by the black blood. he owed her his liflife and his sanity. He had to know if she was okay as soon as possible.
The door opened and Soul looked up at Professor Stein.
"She'll be okay, she just needs time to recover. You can go in and visit, just don't expect too much. She'll probably remain unconscious for a while."
Soul nodded and went into the room, stitting down in a chair by Maka. He smiled. She was going to be okay.
Maka threw Soul away from herself so that he wouldn't be hit by the blades, but he transformed in front of her, the blades slicing into him instead of her.
He collapsed and she pressed her hands against his wound, trying to get the blood to stop the blood from gushing out of him. His blood turned black and began to cover him, some of it turning into blades that dug into his flesh. The blood started to drag him into the Earth. She pulled at the blades of his blood, but only cut herself. He was being pulled into darkness and she couldn't pull him out.
She grasped at his hands but she couldn't reach him anymore. He was too deep, and the Earth was closing around him. She clawed at it, screaming his name, begging him to come back.
"Soul! Soul! Come back! No, dont leave! Soul!"
Soul grasped at Maka's flailing arms, trying to wake her from her nightmare. "Maka, wake up! Whatever you're seeing it's not real! I'm right here!"
She woke up at the sound of his voice, still panicked. "Soul! You were being dragged under, and you were hurt!"
"It was just a nightmare. I'm fine, see? You're the one who got hurt, but your okay now."
Maka looked down at herself. Her torso was wrapped in bandages. She tugged at them, wanting to see the damage.
Soul pulled her hand away. "Dont mess with them. You want to heal properly, don't you?... I can tell you what the damage was. Mantis cut across your chest from your upper left ribs to your right hip. Professor Stein patched you up."
"But. If I was hurt, how did you defeat Mantis?"
"That damn demon convinced me to use the black blood. I defeated the Mantis, but afterwards I was almost taken over by the Blood. Your soul saved me."
"I don't remember that. I must have already been unconscious."
Soul looked down at their enterwined hands, remembering how limp and lifeless Maka had been when she'd been injured. "Don't ignore my help again. It's my job to protect you. I will always be willing to do it. You are my meister."
"No, it's more than that, isn't it?"
Soul looked away. "You should get some sleep. You need to recover."
He started to get up, but she didn't let go of his hand. "Can you...can you stay? I dont want to have that nightmare again."
He sat back down. "of corse."
