Last chapter guys... I hope you liked my story because I had so much fun with this whole first fanfiction experience, and will definitely be posting more things, so go and look at some of my other stuff. Once it's up there. Which it is currently not. Sooooo, until then, let's go and see what happened... *disappears in a puff of smoke*

Natsume bounced his knees up and down furiously as he waited for some doctor to come out and tell him that it would be okay. He felt in his heart that she would pull through, but he also had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. After a few minutes, Misaki and Tsubasa burst into the room with Narumi trailing behind them, panting. "Where is she?"

Natsume gave a gruff jerk of his head to the rooms where they had whisked away his sweet childhood friend. Kaoru came in only moments later with the same questions and concerns as everyone before her. The only thing Natsume could think of to make the situation even more bitter, was that he alerted Mikan's actual parents about her condition, and still didn't show up.

They sat in a silence filled with dread and anxiety at its peak. Misaki and Tsubasa's heads were touching and their eyes were closed as Tsubasa softly whispered words of comfort to his distressed girlfriend. Kaoru and Narumi held hands; just trying to be there for each other as best friends should.

It seemed to take ages before the doctor finally came into the room, looking slightly grave. Natsume jumped up and grabbed the doctor's collar. "I swear to God if you let her die on you, you'll never see the light—"

"If you don't remove your hands from my clothing, young man," the doctor gave him a steely look, "then I will not let you even visit Ms. Sakura."

Natsume's fists immediately dropped and he stepped back, bowing his head in his form of sorry. The doctor seemed to accept it and pointed down the hallway with a pen. "Ms. Sakura is now down the hallway, and awake because we gave her a very small dose of anesthesia, because of her light weight that Mr. Hyuuga informed us of. You may visit her, but I really must warn you—"

The doctor's words melted in the back of Natsume's mind as he sprinted towards the room where the seemingly devastating name Mikan Sakura was printed. He barged into her room and Mikan's head turned in his direction, seeming startled. "W-Who's there?"

He turned around and eased the door shut before approaching her hospital bed. His heart broke as he saw her bandaged rib cage, the stitches on her legs, and her bandaged head. The thing that really caught his attention though, was her blue eyes. His own widened. His Mikan's eyes were supposed to be a golden hazel. A warm and melting amber. Not this detached and distant blue.

"Who's there?" Mikan asked, a bit more firmly.

Natsume pulled up a chair and rested his hand on her cheek. Mikan's expression softened as she held his hand. "Natsume."

"Mikan," he savored her name on his tongue. It felt more perfect than it ever could have. A smile flickered across her face.

"You used my name," she pointed out, giving him a silly grin while gripping his hand with her own.

"Why didn't you know it was me?" he whispered, caressing her soft and delicate skin. "What's wrong?"

Mikan gave him a sad smile. "Didn't the doctor tell you? I'm blind."

Natsume couldn't move.

All he could do was continue to mechanically continued to swipe his fingers over her face. He finally managed to get his thoughts organized, but only enough to form a semblance of a sentence. "I'm so sorry, Mikan."

"It's fine Natsume. I'm going to be just fine, and that's all that matters," she gave him a warm smile. She gestured to the room. "It brings us back to where we first started, huh? Back in the hospital."

Natsume scoffed lightly. "Figures the place we would come full circle would be when one of us is hospitalized."

"I actually like the hospital quite a bit," she said absent-mindedly, her sightless eyes wandering aimlessly around the room. "If I never came here, I wouldn't have met you."

"I didn't exactly mind meeting you," he admitted, his cheeks tainted with a very faint red. Mikan brushed her hand against his cheek and felt the heat there and smiled.

"You're blushing."

"Shut up," he retorted.

"Absolutely not." She replied adamantly. "If I can't see then I am going to use my other senses to the best of my ability, which means I'm going to be talking all—"

She was cut off when Natsume started kissing her. She smiled slightly and kissed him back, when they pulled back, Natsume wrapped her in a hug. "I love you."

"I love howalons." Mikan decided smiling, amused. "But I guess you're okay too."

"Natsume I'm scared," Mikan quivered as she stood at the top of the steps to the hospital. It was the first time she would be out in a week, and for once, she couldn't rely on her eyes to guide her on where to go. The only thing that grounded her at the moment was the comforting grip of her best friend, and now boyfriend.

"You'll be fine," he rolled his eyes. He then smirked slightly. "I rolled my eyes."

She pouted as she drifted her other hand across his face to feel that he was smirking. He had quickly gotten used to this routine so that she could tell his expression at the moment. In fact, he had come to enjoy it. There was something mildly pleasant as she brushed her soft fingers against his skin.

"Don't smirk at me," she scolded him. She didn't realize it, but her slight annoyance had stopped her quivering, which was Natsume's original intention.

"Come on." he took the first step and tugged her softly. "Everyone's waiting for you."

A girl with long flowing caramel brown hair with a slim white cane started making her way up the steps, as she lightly held the hand of a handsome raven haired fellow next to her. If it weren't for the town knowing her story, or her slightly noticeable blank blue eyes, nobody would figure she was blind. Oh yes, the whole town knew her little secret, but she didn't really mind.

As she gently extended her hand to receive her diploma, she gave a brilliant smile to the crowd. The principal squeezed her hand to give her a signal, and she, almost reluctantly, released her gripped from the concerned looking red-eyed boy next to her. He gave her hand a small squeeze before actually letting go. The graduates almost sighed in envy. They knew it was about time they got together, but it didn't make it any easier to watch them be together and look so good together, at that.

She smiled at the crowd. "As you all know, I have been working hard on getting my skills on the flute back so I can attend Carnegie School of Music in the fall. I would like to play a little song for you before we all part ways, and let me just remind you all, that no matter where you go in life, you will always have this class behind your back."

Natsume handed her flute from his other hand and she slowly brought it up to her lips, and she began to play.

Cheesy ending, but I hope I threw you guys for a loop. Thank you so much for reading until the bitter end, and I never told this person this, but thank you for giving me that chocolate so long ago! I really needed it :3 Follow me as an author so you can see when I post new stories, or even try my hand in one-shots (I really love reading those w ) THANK YOU EVERYBODY AND GOODNIGHT.

I'm posting this in the morning. Whatever.