A/N: I'm so sorry for the really late update! I'm sure you guys would want to read the next chapter as soon as possible so I won't babble much.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot!

You cut me off, I lost my track
It's not my fault, I'm a maniac
It's not funny anymore, no it's not

Alone Together – Fall Out Boy

She looks horrible. Now Soul isn't one to judge based on outer appearance, but right now he can't think of any other adjective that could describe his roommate. Because frankly, she does look horrible. She'd been bent on her drafting table with her laptop beside her with the AutoCAD software running for more than 48 hours now. Her eyes were dark and sunken and her complexion is sickly pale. As if that wasn't enough, her hair was pulled back in a loose bun, some greasy chunks of strands sometimes escaping her hair band and hang on her forehead in the most irritating way. She deals with it by blowing them out of her face every minute and resumed inking whatever the hell it is that she's doing.

She hasn't slept for three days and if Soul's right, she hasn't left that table of hers for three days either unless it's for potty breaks. Soul left some food beside her every morning and evening and he'd come back for the empty bowls after a few hours. He asked her if she had any plans on entering her classes and she told him it's alright because apparently, it's Hell Week for architecture students at the moment and every lecture is dismissed for project presentations by the end of the week. If they're dying in Midterms then he doesn't want to know what they'll be on Finals.

"All of our projects are due in five days." She told him two days ago when she's still coherent enough. Kid has been coming in their unit to work on their scale model and he also looks like hell. Apparently, even though the scale models are due on Finals, their design concepts are to be presented this Midterms. Soul was a bit concerned for his friend; after all, it's not that easy to design with a partner if you've got an OCD. But he shrugged it off, Kid's a top student for a reason.

And being caught up in the middle of cramming college students, Soul's mood was forcefully bent on accomplishing his own tasks. On one hand he guessed that even though his roommate and his best friend are close to dying, their atmosphere of desperation caused him to finish his own plans. The only things left to do now is to blue print it and give it to Spirit.

Soul rolled his plans and tucked it in his drawing tube. He glanced at his digital clock and sighed, it's almost time for lunch. He should cook something before heading to Shibusen. God knows his roommate wouldn't stand up from her desk unless she's done with everything she's got to finish by the end of the week. That's why when Soul went out of his room and saw no zombie girl bent on a drafting table, he knew something's amiss.

"Maka?" he called out but got no response. He went and stood in the middle of the living room so he could size up the whole unit. She's not in the kitchen, her room's open and there's no sign of her there either, it's quite impossible for her to be in his room, and the only thing left is the bathroom, unless she's hiding in a closet.

He walked towards the bathroom and heard the water running. Soul released a breath he didn't even know he was holding and proceeded to knock on the door.

"Hey, brat? What do you want to eat for lunch?"

Soul frowned when she didn't answer. He knocked again.

"Little girl? Hey c'mon! I still have a class later on, you know?"

Still no response. This time, Soul's beginning to worry. He knocked louder.

"Oi little girl! If you don't speak up I'm going to open this door!"

When the faint hum of the shower was still his only response, Soul began to panic.

"Maka!" he pounded on the door and every knock he does without a response on the other side his heart does a double flip, "That's it! I'm going to open this door!" his stomach dropped when the doorknob didn't budge.

He backed up a little bit to form a bit of a leverage and rammed his shoulder onto the door. The hinges gave a sound of protest but the door remained closed and intact. He does it again, and again and finally the doorknob gave out and he almost choked on his heart when he saw the shivering naked form of his roommate, unconscious on the bathroom floor beside the bathtub.

Soul immediately rushed to her side, ignoring her state of undress and focusing on her shivering body and ice cold damp skin. Her lips were a bit chapped and pale and his body moved on its own. Then next thing he knows, he's already turned off the shower and wrapped Maka on a thick towel. He lifted her thin frame and ran to her bedroom, taking another towel and wrapping it around her head to keep her wet hair from damping her pillow. He wrapped as much blankets as he could around her still shaking form and dove for his phone, then realizing that he doesn't have any freaking idea what her friends' contact numbers are, he searched for her phone and called the last person she'd talked to, which was Liz.

"Hel – "

"Liz!" he didn't even let her finish her greeting.

"Maka? Wait, no, Soul? What are you doing on Maka's phone?"

"Enough questions! I need you here immediately! I found Maka unconscious on the bathroom floor and she's shivering severely and she's not waking up and she's fucking naked so I don't know how to touch her and –"

"Whoa! Hold up there pretty boy, I can't understand a word you're saying. What do you mean by Maka's unconscious? Tell me what happened slowly, I'm on my way."

Soul took a deep breath to calm his frantic heart and let it out with a loud sigh, "Maka … she's, ugh." Okay deep breath, in and out, alright calm down then talk, "I found her unconscious on the bathroom floor. She's shivering and I mean really hard like she'd bite her tongue off if her teeth didn't stop chattering. What wrong with her? What the hell am I supposed do?" he could hear Liz getting on her car.

"Okay, Soul, listen to me. Maka's having an attack. She's hypoglycemic and by the looks of it she's out of sugar."

"What do you me –"

"When I told you before that sugar is what's keeping her alive, I was serious back then. Now all I want you to do is keep her warm and search for Coke or Pepsi or anything sweet. Try making her drink that until I get there. Got it?"

"Y-yeah, okay. Wait is this hypoglycemic thing deadly? She's not in serious danger is she?" Soul glanced behind him and calmed down a bit when he saw that she wasn't shiver as much anymore.

"No, don't worry. It's not deadly. She's just unlucky to have an extreme case. I'm rounding into an intersection, I'll hang up now. Keep the door unlocked." Then she hangs up.

Soul sighed and looked at Maka one last time before going to the fridge, searching for Coke or Pepsi. He frowned when he only saw Mountain Dew, Monster and Root Beer. He took the latter, thinking that energy drinks makes him nervous at the moment, he doesn't know why.

He walked back at Maka's bedroom and tucked her better under the blankets before sitting beside her. Really, this girl is giving him too much trouble.

…..

Liz groaned when she saw how long the line of cars in front of her is. Why is it that when she's in a rush, something always and she means always come on her way. Like this stupid traffic. Glancing at the shotgun seat to reassure her that the strawberry cake she bought was still there, safe and sound, she nodded to herself and stared at the rear view mirror to see if there're any cars behind her. Seeing none, she backed up a bit and sped away back to the intersection, she'd go downtown, it'll be farther from Maka's place but compared to the traffic, she'd rather be moving than not at all.

Liz sighed in relief when she saw that there were only a few cars, so far so good, she'll probably be there in ten minutes. She rounded up a corner and there was a flash of something black and white and loud bang. Liz stepped on the breaks immediately and stared at her cracked wind shield. Only three words registered in her petrified mind: WHAT. THE. HELL?

She scrambled out of the car to see a forming crowd. Liz ignored them and rushed to the hood just to see a crouched man in front of her car. He's got a curious striped hair and a bleeding left arm.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry! But I have no idea how you got there!" Liz knew that wasn't a good apology and his glaring golden eyes seems to think so too.

"I – I mean come on. Get in the car and I'll bring you to the hospital." She tried to help him stand but she doesn't know where to touch him without hurting him. What does she know? He might have more broken bones in him. This made Liz more nervous if that's even possible considering how much her hands were shaking. And why the hell is this guy just staring at her and not saying anything?

"Can't you speak? Or can't you hear me?" she waved her hand in front of his glaring eyes as if she asked him if he was blind. And then he finally opened his mouth.

"Ran me over again." He said with such conviction that Liz almost took him seriously.

"Ran me over again." He repeated with the same hard tone. "But this time, hit my right side."

Okay, now Liz is pretty sure he probably knocked his head.

…..

Soul looked at the clock and groaned for the umpteenth time as he paced around the living room while glancing inside Maka's room every two minutes. Liz is already ten minutes late and she's not even answering her phone. Thankfully, Maka's shivering stopped already, except for the momentary shivers that ran up her spine ones in a while. She's still unconscious though, and still slightly wet, and still naked.

Soul ran a hand through his hair and started counting from one to ten to ease his nerves. When he reached number eight, his phone vibrated, causing him to lose a fraction of his life. He quickly grabbed the heart attack inducing technology and glared at Kid's blaring number. Now that's odd. Kid's timing is getting creepy.

" 'Sup, Kid?" Soul answered casually as he continued to ease his nerves.

"Soul!"

Soul's head shot up and he pulled his phone away from his ear to confirm if it really was Kid's number. And yes. Yes, indeed it is Kid's number.

"Liz?" He tried to confirm again.

"Ugh, yeah. I'm sorry. Really sorry, but I won't be able to go there right now. Obviously something came up." Her voice sounds distressed.

"What? What the hell's going on? Why are you on Kid's phone? What could possibly be more important than your best friend having seizures?"

"Uhm, running over your best friend?" Liz's voice wavered at the end.

There was a moment of silence as Soul stood in the middle of the living room, his brain trying to process everything that's happening. He looked at his phone screen again to confirm again if everything that he's been hearing is freaking real! And again, yes, yes everything is indeed freaking real.

"WHAT?" Soul roared.

Liz had to pull Kid's phone away from her ear and wince as she was bombarded yet again with questions. She guiltily placed the device back to her ear and sighed when she only caught a few coherent words from Soul. Man, the guy doesn't know how to keep his lid on shotgun situations.

"Evans, shut the hell up! I can't even understand what you're saying!"

Soul immediately clamped his mouth shut. Well, that wasn't cool. Damn, he's got to remember his breathing. Okay breathe in, and then out. Breathe in, and then –

"EVANS! Of for the love of – Are you even listening!?"

Soul let out a heavy breath and answered Liz honestly, "No, I wasn't. What were you saying?" he heard her grumble some curses on the other line.

"I said that Kid's alright. He's just fractured his left arm which would probably take at least a week or two to be functional again. And yes he is currently freaking out right now that he doesn't have a sling for his right arm. How am I going to deal with this?"

That actually pissed off Soul. Excuse him for being a grouchy young man but he's got a problem of his own! Maka's practically dying (not really, he just doesn't realize it when his brain is exaggerating) and now he's got to deal with Kid too? No more! He's got a class in three hours and he'd be damned if he won't be able to attend Engineer BJ's lecture! That guy's sense of humor is the only thing that's keeping him from falling asleep in at least one out of his twelve other subjects! This means he'd actually enjoy and learn something at the same time! Why would the world be so cruel as to take that one remaining normality from him? His grip on his phone tightens.

"Why are you asking me? I don't even know how I'm supposed to deal with Maka right now!" he hissed.

"Will you relax? Why are you freaking out? Maka's going to be okay as long as you give her sugar. I'm the one dealing with a psychotic OCD guy who may or may not sue me for not running him over for the second time! And have I mentioned that my wind shield's cracked?"

That actually calmed Soul down completely. Now he feels like a jerk. He saw Maka stir from the corner of his eye and he slowly walked towards her room. She's not shivering anymore. So Root Beer does help.

"Let me talk to Kid." He heard shuffling on the other line, a door opening, and his friend's hysterical screaming; demanding for the doctors to put a sling on his right hand exactly how they placed the one on his left arm. Liz started shouting for him to 'shut the hell up you asymmetric bastard! Your friend wants to talk to you!'

"What do you want, Soul? I'm busy!"

"So I've been told. Listen, Kid, are you gonna sue Liz?"

"Why would I do that? Wait, don't tell me she meant to run me over?!"

At a distant, Soul heard Liz shrieking; "What the hell are you telling him, Evans!"

"As far as I know, no. So can you tell her to stop worrying about that? Oh and by the way, she said that you broke only the left side of her windshield. You can replace that, right?" Liz's actually lucky that Soul knew how to manipulate Kid. Though he doesn't enjoy doing it to be honest. It's not cool to utilize a friend's way of thinking.

"I did? Ohmygod! What have I done?! Yes of course I'll fix it!"

"Good. By the way, are you okay?"

Kid scoffed on the other line, "I fractured my left arm and everybody's against my idea of hurting my right arm. How do you think I'm holding up?"

Soul smiled, "So you really are fine. Well I gotta go, tell Liz I'll handle Maka." He ended the call even before Kid could ask what's wrong with Maka.

He stared at the sleeping girl in front of him and scrunched his nose, he can't just leave her. But he doesn't want to skip his classes either. And what's he going to do about her state of undress? With a frustrated sigh, Soul sank into the mattress beside Maka. Why does this girl only bring him trouble? He reached up to un-wrap the towel on her head. Her hair's not that wet anymore and her face visibly relaxed without the tightness of the towel.

Soul stared at her blanket covered body. Now what?

…..

Maka woke up feeling hot. What happened anyways? The last thing she remembers is the feeling of coldness seeping through her bones and the walls of the bathroom dancing. That's right, she just finished taking a shower – her first one in three days, how she lasted that long? Maka doesn't even know – and then the temperature got confusing. She can't decide if it was hot or cold and then everything went black.

She hates being hypoglycemic. She stared down at herself only to get confused by the amount of blankets covering her. So that's why she felt so hot. Maka slowly sat up and shivered instantly when her skin met the room's temperature. She looked down and her eyes widened.

"KYAAAAAAAA!"

Oh god she's naked! Why is she naked? Why is she in her room if she lost consciousness in the bathroom?

Then there was a series of loud clattering from the kitchen and heavy footsteps rushing towards her room. Then as if on cue, Soul opened the door with frantic eyes as he held a spatula.

"What is it? What's wrong?" he searched the room for any intruders and when he found none, his eyes settled on Maka whose looking at him in horror while she clutched her blankets tighter around herself.

"You're awake." He said in relief.

"Why am I naked?"

"Because you can't shower with your clothes on?"

Maka glared at him as she flushed brighter.

"D-did you bring me here?"

She watched as Soul blushed. So he actually knew where she's heading.

"Yes. But I swear I didn't do anything weird! I wrapped a towel around you as soon as I saw you. Besides, I did wrap multiple blankets around you didn't I?" he said with a drawl in his voice, as if implying that he's not interested in her anyways. It would have pissed of Maka if they were in a different situation. But right now, all she felt was relief.

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble." She whispered as she buried her face in her blankets.

"It's fine. At least you're not dead. You scared me back there."

"Sorry."

"You know, you apologizing don't make this situation anything more than awkward."

She peeked at him just to see him rub the back of his neck as he tried to hide his flushed face. She smiled, he's adorable when he's embarrassed.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"It's quarter to 4."

"You missed your class!" Maka gasped. This is all her fault! Why does she have to be so troublesome?

"It's fine, Maka. I called one of my classmates today and he said that they weren't really doing anything important."

"But still." She looked at him guiltily. She's the worst. Sure she might've had a sadistic part deep inside but she'd given him enough trouble for today. Believe it or not, Maka Albarn does have limits. Soul might be a man but she's got to return him a favor.

"Drop it, Maka. I said its fine."

"Okay, but – "

"No more buts, just rest already. Jeez."

"No I mean, I smell something burning."

"Oh fuck! The burgers!" then he was off, cursing like a sailor on the way to the kitchen.

Maka sighed as she dragged her blankets with her towards the closet. This is the first time that she's going to repay a guy.