This was actually supposed to be a one-shot, but seeing that you guys wanted more, I wrote a second chapter.

I do not own Soul Eater.


"Souls tend to go back to who feels like home" - N.R. Hart.


I sat on an uncomfortable chair near one of the beds in the dimly lit and sterile smelling infirmary, waiting for him to wake up. Soul had fainted once the seizure had subsided and Stein told me to stay with him in case he needed me there. Not that I would have left his side anyway, he was my partner and I was worried about him. The others had stayed for a while as well, only leaving after nurse Naigus told us that he was stable and not in any danger, but needed rest. That had been a cue for them to leave, yet Black Star had protested, wanting to stay until his best friend and partner in crime woke up, yet had no choice but to leave once Stein pushed him out into the hall. I promised to call them once he was conscious.

His face and body would tense up for a few seconds, then relax, that went on repeat for the most of the evening without any sign of stopping. My hand was red and slightly bruised from his firm grip, but I did not mind, knowing that he drifted in and out and needed a bit of comfort. At least I thought so, and that gave me a bit of comfort as well. They checked his fever every fifteen minutes and it would be either higher or lower each time. He was trying to fight it, the black blood wanted to take over, that much I knew, yet I had no idea whether he would win or lose the fight this time.

Once we passed midnight, the trembles had stopped and his temperature was back to normal. Despite this, he still had to stay there for now. The relief flushed over me, and I found myself nodding off, no longer able to keep my heavy eyelids open. My head only just hit the mattress when someone lifted me up to then place me on a bed near the one my partner was resting on, and once I felt the soft pillow against my cheek and a blanket covering me, I fell asleep.

I woke up only a few hours later to the sound of someone moving, groaning and kicking off a blanket. Upon opening my eyes, I saw Soul sitting up in bed, covered in sweat, looking at me with a confused look on his face.

"You're awake…" I mumbled, stretched and sat up. He did not look away; he just kept staring at me with what looked like worry.

"Maka… What are you doing here? You aren't hurt, are you?" That blew me off guard. He just woke up in the infirmary after dealing with a massive seizure, and yet he asked about me?

"I'm not, don't worry. What about you?" I watched as a faint smirk formed, one that I could not read as fake or real as he used the blanket to wipe at his face.

"I'll say I'm pretty alright, sore maybe. Does anyone know what happened? All I remember is falling on the court like an idiot. I hit my head, didn't I?" Soul asked, now rubbing his neck, but before I could answer, Stein entered with a test tube in his hand. Both of us looked at the dark liquid, then squinted our eyes and groaned when he turned on the lights hanging from the ceiling. I recovered fast while Soul covered his eyes with his arms, asking the professor to turn them off again, but he did not. Instead he frowned and put down the test tube to write something down. Once that was done, he walked over to my partner and removed his arms to look at his eyes, hummed in thought to then go back to the clipboard and wrote some more.

"Bloodshot eyes and sensitivity to light," Stein stated "how strange."

Soul mumbled something about feeling fine and almost stood up, but the professor pushed him back down. He was not fine, him saying so was a blatant lie, one he had used all day. To think that I had believed him, even though I sensed something was off. So had Blair, the way she avoided him in the morning should have been a clear sign. She should have told me though, instead of running off.

They went through a few more examinations before he went back to talking about the test tube. The liquid in it turned out to be Soul's blood, and after running a few tests on it, Stein had concluded that Soul was highly unstable. It was not life threatening, not yet at least.

That was then that I made a promise; I would keep a constant eye on Soul, keep him from using the black blood to our advantage, and if something happened to any of us, I would report it immediately. If he turned out to be the same in two months' time with no sign of him getting better, then we had to end our partnership and Soul would be sent away for good. It was too dangerous otherwise.

After shaking the professor's hand and hereby accepting the newly founded rules, he checked Soul out and allowed him to leave the infirmary. He threw on a hoodie and a pair of jeans, not risking someone seeing him in a clinic pajama.

I took out my phone as we walked down the hall. Instead of calling, I sent an SMS to everyone. Once we got outside, the night sky had turned into a pretty and colorful sunrise. I smiled upon getting messages back and showed them to him, and despite everything, he smiled as well, even laughed at what Black Star wrote back. He took my phone and answered every single one of them, keeping it cool and collected as he invited them over to our apartment to explain things further. When I tried to take my phone back, he chuckled and kept it out of my reach, then ran off towards home with an infectious laughter.

He seemed to be feeling better, yet I did not fail to notice a thin streak of black blood running from his nose.


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