"Ow, Ow, OW!" whimpered Crona as he gripped his stomach. "Shh, there, there." Smiled Maka as she stroked his head. "How can I stop this pain, Maka?" sobbed Crona "I…can't deal with it…" Maka started to caress his cheek softly. She felt so helpless, she couldn't physically stop the pain and she felt bad because comforting words clearly were not helping calm him down. "Maka, I'm really scared. I feel cold then hot then cold! I can't deal with this…I can't…" Maka climbed under the blankets and snuggled close to him. Crona began to tremble again, though it was hard to tell whether from the illness or from the fact that a girl was so close to him. "I'll keep you warm Crona." She smiled as she buried her face in the pillow "At least until you fall asleep." "I'm sorry I'm such a pain." Sighed Crona "No you're not, you're my friend…"

It took Crona about ten minuets to fall asleep. Maka carefully climbed from underneath the covers and tucked them around the poorly little meister. She placed her hand on his forehead once again. Still burning hot. "M…Maka…" Crona Whimpered, his eyes barely open

"I'm still here don't worry." She smiled as she placed her hand on his shoulder "I'm just going to the bathroom okay?"

Maka was about to move away from the bed but before she could, Crona grabbed her arm. "No!" he whined "I'll be right ba-"

"I don't want to be alone! I can't deal with that!" Maka pulled him close to her and hugged him tightly. Again, he was trembling and sobbing. "Crona, I promise you I'll come back." She smiled "But what if something bad happens and it starts to hurt me again?" "Nothing will happen. I promise."

Maka released Crona from the hug and walked towards the door. She gave him a small smile and he forced a very weak smile in return. She left the room.

She began to walk down the hallway. She couldn't get the image of poor Little Crona out of her head, she'd always felt a little sorry for him but not like this. There was something wrong, seriously wrong with him, she could tell but of course she didn't say that to his face, the poor thing already thought he was dying.

She spotted Soul walking towards her. "Hey, where you off to?" he asked "Bathroom" answered Maka "Why aren't you in class?" "I decided to skip it. It's not the same without you there Maka." "Aw really?" she smiled "Yeah, without you there I actually have to try. I can't copy your answers!" Maka…CHOP!

"And to think you actually cared…" she growled. "So how's Crona doing?" asked Soul. "Not good…" sighed Maka "He's in a lot of pain and he's scared to death…"

It went silent for a few seconds, only to have the silence shattered by a chilling scream.

"MAKA!" screamed Crona

Soul and Maka ran down the hall as quick as they could. Crona's screams echoed all around them, the sound bouncing off the walls. They came to Crona's room only to find him gripping his stomach, covered in his black blood.

"Crona!" gasped Maka "what happened?"

"Make it stop! Please! It hurts me Maka! It hurts me!" cried Crona

"Why are you bleeding?" asked Soul

"I just coughed! I didn't do anything! I just coughed!"

Maka ran to comfort him but before she could hug him he began to wretch and heave. She started to rub his back. Without warning, more black blood was pouring out of Crona's mouth.

"Make it stop!" he screamed "I want it to stop NOW!"

Maka wrapped her arms around him.

"Shh, Shh. Calm down." Maka said softly. "Soul! Go get Professor Stein!"

"No need, I'm here" said a voice from the doorway.

Good old Professor Stein heard from Naigus what was happening and he decided to check in on Crona. He made his way towards the bed and felt Crona's temperature.

"Crona, where exactly is the pain?" he asked

"You're Scary!" cried Crona, still holding his stomach "Maka, I already told you, I don't know how to deal with someone with a screw in his head!"

"You can deal with me later, for now just tell me where it hurts!"

"A-around here…" Crona pointed to the spot where the pain was at its most excruciating.

"Right, we need to get him to my office." Said Stein as he helped Crona to his feet.

"What's wrong with him?" asked Soul

"He has to be examined properly, he might need surgery."

"SURGERY?" Maka and Crona gasped together.

"You just want an excuse to Dissect him don't ya you psycho!" growled Soul.

Crona began to shake.

"D-d-d-d-d-dissect?" he whimpered just before passing out.

"Nice Work Soul!" snapped Maka

Chapter two is complete! *evil laugh* Why is it that the stories I often write involve someone suffering? I dunno I guess im good at writing that sort of stuff…I'll try to write happier ones I promise!

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