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Maka's eyes fluttered open slowly. Her head protested the light shining through the window but she forced herself to sit up. In a chair in the corner she saw a familiar flop of white hair.

"Soul?" She rasped. He was instantly by her side with a cup of water. She sipped at it slowly. Soul was worse for wear. His right arm was in a cast up to his elbow, his left leg was in a cast up to his knee, he looked to have not slept for days and he had bumps scratches and bruises all over. "Did we win?" She asked after a long time.

"Yeah." He said with a wide lopsided smile. She responded with a weak one of her own. "Don't ever do that again by the way." He said with a flash of anger behind his ruby eyes as his grin vanished. Maka just looked at him confused. "I'm your weapon. I'm supposed to protect you. If you ever go into another battle without me I'll..." He trailed off. Maka let her face show another weak smile.

"Burn my books and fail all your classes?" Maka supplied. Soul grinned again with his sharp fanged teeth.

"Yeah." He said slipping his unbroken hand into hers. "And don't think I'll leave your side for a minute till you're all healed." She smiled again. She really did have the best weapon in the academy.

"How do you think you're going to take care of me if you're all broken?" Maka asked tapping his cast lightly. He grinned. "I'll have help." He said nodding to the door. It opened to reveal Death the Kid, Patty, Liz, Black Star, Stein, Tsubaki, Crona, Spirit, Sid, Blair and even Death himself were all standing there. Maka felt a blush burn on her cheeks and tears burn her eyes. She felt so loved, and as she looked at Soul he smiled a small shy smile and squeezed her hand lightly.