The next morning I spent reading the books at my side table. They were mine, straight from my favorite book case at home. The books were exactly how I remembered them, the tears and creases were all the same. God knows how many times I've read them.
It wasn't until eleven in mourning did more visitors come, Laxus and Mirajane came in hand in hand.
Mirajane was as beautiful as I remember her. Actually she looked exactly the same. Laxus on the other hand looked more mature. He wore a suit but still had a pair of head-phones hanging around his neck.
"We came as soon as we could!" Mirajane smiled entering the room with grace. She wore a shorter version of her favorite pink dress. It was July, according to the news, it must be hot outside. "How do you feel today? We heard about your memory."
"Better, I have more energy. I start physical therapy to walk next week. I can limp to the bathroom but I really can't stand for too long without fainting." I admitted sitting up.
This morning I was told that if I did well with my physical therapy I could go home and come back occasionally. For that I was saving up as much energy as I could.
"That's great! We want nothing more than for you to come back and join the rest of us at the bar. Makarov was too busy with the bustle of customers to make it here but soon he won't need to." Mirajane explained. She picked up my hair brush and began to fix my blue lockes, they probably looked like a rat's nest by now.
It felt incredible to have someone else play with your hair. Her soft hands handle each blue strand with such care.
"It's great to know you guys still work there and all. All of you have gone through so much the past few years." I said in awe, I wonder what I have been doing with my time.
"Not me." Laxus snorted "I got myself a job in the music business. I no longer work at that shack."
"Same old Laxus." I giggled. Mirajane thought it best to braid my now long hair. She told me I vowed to grow it out when I graduated. I decided to keep it long for now until I decided to do something with it.
"Don't let him fool you Levy, Laxus still comes every once in a while for the free booze his Gramps always offers. The FairyTail bar's business has been booming as of late." Mirajane defended her work, but nothing Laxus says could ever get to her.
"Mirajane?" I started when the girl finished my braid. "Could you tell me anything about my life? I didn't get the chance to ask the others yesterday."
For a moment the room went silent and both visitors exchanged worried looks. Laxus resorted to playing with his phone to avoid the conversation.
Mirajane gave a slight pout before coming clean "We were told to take things slow. Too much information you do not know about can cause more damage towards your recovery. I can't tell you much but as soon as they give you the okay to leave I'll show you everything you need to know."
I sighed at the fact. I did want to leave, but at the same time I just have to know whats going on in my life. To fill the silence Mirajane switched topics.
"Has Gajeel come to see you yet? He couldn't get away from work last night but promised to come today." The white haired girl started fixing my sheets out of habit. Laxus took it upon himself to sit in the white sofa chair beside me.
"Gajeel?" I questioned. The name rang a bell but I couldn't place my finger on it. Mirajane's worried face through my thought off. Was something wrong? "I know him, but not really…"
"Jane, if Levy does not remember 2 years then she probably does not know him." Laxus said frowning. He looked at Mirajane matching her worried expression perfectly.
"Levy, Gajeel is, he is." Mirajane stuttered "He is friend of Laxus from college, he works with Laxus in the music business as a producer."
"Oh! I remember now! I met Gajeel at a new years party Laxus threw at the bar! I don't remember talking much, but I guess we did during the 2 years I've lost." I frowned.
Laxus let out a slight chuckle "Yeah, you talked alright."
Mirajane elbowed him in the shoulder. They looked at each other for a moment before turning back to me. Before she could say anything the door to my room slid open.
A man entered my room. He was large, almost the size of Laxus. He wore a black T-shirt and faded jeans. Black sunglasses shielded his eyes. His ear piercings shined in the light. I knew, without a doubt, this was Gajeel.
He took off his sunglasses and looked at me. His red eyes flashed happiness while his posture was on guard. He opened his mouth and cooed "Levy."
"Gajeel." Mirajane started but Laxus caught her arm gently and motioned her to stop. The girl stepped back and let the scene play out. All I could do was stand there paralyzed by his crimson gaze.
Looking at Gajeel sent my mind in a downward spiral. Blurry thoughts raced in my mind trying to tell me something, but I just couldn't understand. I wanted to cry for some reason. I wiped these feelings away.
"You must be Gajeel!" I smiled trying to play it cool. "I'm sorry if you came for me expecting the Levy you know. I don't even know if we were that good of friends. But, I really don't remember."
The man's face fell instantly. "What do you mean?!" His voice sounded angry. He looked distraught, I felt terrible. He came here looking for someone who is lost. His black hair, which fell right below his ears, was barely taken care of.
"Gajeel," Laxus got up controlling the situation. "Levy's coma has caused a temporary amnesia. She doesn't remember anything within the last 2 years."
Gajeel looked lost for words. He stared at me but then his eyes quickly moved. I felt like I betrayed him in some way. "I— Levy— I need to go."
The man flew from the room as if I were a scary ghost. I wanted to call out his name or yell at him to come back. I want to stand up and run after him but I knew I wouldn't make it far.
Instead I sat there.
"Levy, you're crying." Mirajane pointed out handing me a eyes looked watery as well. Laxus got up and flew after the man. He promised to see Mirajane later and bid me a 'get well soon' line.
I ignored his exit and sat there still frozen. I did not realize the two streams trailing down my cheeks. Why was I crying? Why did I feel sad? More importantly, what's wrong with me?