Chapter 9
The next morning Juvia woke up and rubbed her eyes. She sleepily felt around the bed for her phone. As soon as she turned it on, her screen was bombarded with messages. Tons of messages from Chelia and Sherry. Her eyes struggled to adjust to the brightness
Get down here quick!
Lyon woke up!
Juvia c'mon! Wake up!
Juvia blinked down at her screen. And oddly felt sick. Last night's events exploded through her mind. The reality of it all hit her. The strange occurrences, the contract, Gray. She felt like she should be jumping up and down with happiness. But she was filled with sickening worry. It didn't feel real. It didn't feel right. Too good to be true, was all she could think.
Nevertheless, she needed to see Lyon. Make sure he was all right. She threw on her leggings from yesterday and one of Lyon's sweaters and practically ran out of the house. She anxiously waited for the cab to arrive. Her body was shaking with uneasiness.
The cab arrived and she got in. She watched as the scenery passed her, and she couldn't help but feel like she was losing her grip on reality. Was Lyon really okay? The pit of anxiety made itself a home in her chest and wasn't leaving. She couldn't believe this was real life. Juvia had honestly hoped last night was a sick nightmare. Something her psyche made up to cope with the trauma. All she could do was see for herself.
The car ride seemed endless, but she got there eventually. She quickly escaped the car and ran into the hospital. She didn't even bother with the elevator. She ran up the long flight of stairs, just to get to him fast enough. She finally got to his floor. She panted and tried to catch her breath. She fast walked down that long hallway and approached his room.
Before she walked inside, she prepared herself for disappointment. To be met with the same thing as yesterday. Lyon bedridden, and glossy eyes surrounding him. She closed her eyes and tried to build up the courage to walk in that room. She took a few uneasy steps into the room.
Juvia opened her scrunched eyes and was met with Lyon. He was sitting there talking with the others. Her presence went unnoticed for a moment. She watched in awe as her boyfriend talked to his friends and smiled. The sight was enough to make tears run down her cheeks. He was smiling, smiling. Juvia had been so afraid of never seeing his face light up like this ever again. But with her overwhelming happiness a certain, wrongness filled her stomach. Like this wasn't right. Like something bad was right around the corner. But her train of thought vanished when Lyon's eyes met hers. His face lit up even more than before when he recognized her.
"Lyon." She called out breathlessly. She ran over to him practically jumping in bed.
"Woah, woah watch it I'm still sore." He said hoarsely while letting out a laugh. Juvia ignored his plea for her to let up. She had to feel him, make sure he was real. That this whole thing wasn't just a facade. Relief flowed through her when she felt his warmth engulf her. Her disquietude seemed to vanish in his embrace.
She snuggled herself into his chest, and a series of 'aws' were let out throughout the room.
She felt his hand on her back, and could hear his heart beat and his voice. She almost broke down at these simple things. She was overjoyed to feel him again. She finally let up a little to look at him. Lyon was okay, he was here. All of her worries melted and she was almost certain things would be okay. As long as she had him.
"I missed you." He whispered into her ear.
"Juvia missed you too." She answered back, and he gave her a small kiss on the forehead.
After a few more minutes of hugging and catching up, Juvia finally pried herself off Lyon. She caught up with everyone and had a little celebration for Lyon's remarkable recovery.
"Hey what happened to your hand?" Sherry asked as Juvia went in for a hug.
"Oh, it's just aftermath of the crash." She brushed off, trying not to dwell. The cut was a reminder of Juvia's recent daring actions. She'd traded her soul for Lyon's livelihood. She didn't regret it. How could she? But, she couldn't help but worry and be concerned about the undeniable consequences that were to come with them. And they'd always follow her, even in death. It weighed on her heavily, and she was afraid it always would.
For the rest of the day, Juvia pushed the thoughts out of her mind. She wanted to celebrate Lyon's seemingly hopeful recovery. And she let her anxieties fade away.
So, I rewrote this 4 whole times. The first time I was dissatisfied, and second time even more unhappy. Then I was super happy with the third, and then I DELETED IT on accident. Ugh! Really wish I still had that copy, but anywho. Hope everyone's having a good day!
