So to clear things up for you, when Mai refers to Martin he will be "The Professor" and when she is referring to Luella, it will be "Davis-san". Hopefully that will make this easier on you guys.

Also I'm having Mai refer to Madoka as Mori-san. Don't worry it will all add up in future chapters.

Also, also, sorry if this isn't as long as you hoped. I've bend my self into a little writers block these past days, and just got over it all tonight. Thats a fail on my part.

Also, also, also….. I DO NOT OWN GHOST HUNT OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!

Enjoy….

Chapter #4

The professor had taken me down to the other side of the hospital with surprising ease. No one seemed to question him or his motives. The aura around him seemed to seem professional, so I guess that must have done the trick.

"And thats why we all call him Naru. Oh, but professor he is-"

"Mai I hope you'll pardon my interruption, but Taniyama-san we are here." I quickly spun my head, searching my surrounding. The professor had stopped but a few inches away from another blank hospital door.

I gulped nervously, 'guess I was Talking for quite some time...eheheh.'

I watched as the professor's face darkened before he turned to me and said, "You know, we've been through this same experience every time Noll gets in the hospital, but it never seems to get an easier."

My eyes widened, and the professor slowly pushed on the door, opening it, then pushing my wheelchair into the room.

Inside a british, blond woman quickly rushed to greet us in, and ended up blocking my view from my seated position of anything else in the room. Her lower torso and hips were leveled in my eye direction and I had to look up quite a bit to see her face.

She clasped onto the professor's hand tightly and painfully tried to clear the solemnly sad and guilt ridden look from her expression, as she turned her face to me.

I twitched as she extended her hand and cupped it around my face. She rotated her thumb in circular motions before directing her words towards the professor.

"So this is her, isn't it." The professor began to nod slowly and I felt horribly uncomfortable. Sweat began to dampen my forehead, as I let out a nervous smile. I had a feeling they what she had said was in english, though I couldn't understand it I felt as though I was the topic of her thoughts.

"Pardon my intrusion ma'am, but may I ask who you might be?" The woman looked a bit startled and quickly released her fingers from my face. I'll admit, it made me feel strangely empty. To be honest I didn't mind where her hand was on my face; its been too long since anyone has looked at me with such a motherly expression.

"I deeply apologize Taniyama-san. My name is Luella Davis, I am this man wife," she said quietly, her voice laced with pain. "I believe you know my son, Oliver." she stepped a foot to the side, clearing my path of vision.

Laid unnaturally still on the bleached hospital bed lay Oliver Davis. Naru.

A oxygen mask obscured his face and wires were attached around his uncover torso. His hair fanned over his pale face, creating a peaceful aura around him. White sheets surrounded him in an angelic fashion and, light shown in from the windows.

My fallen angel.

"Naru," I shouted, my voice taking its toll on the empty room, vibrating off the walls and back to my ears louder that I had anticipated. I cringed slightly at the davis-san's identical shocked pressions.

I struggled to get up and reached out my hand desperately. I tried to stretch my hand out further and I began to sit up wobolly from the exceedingly large wheelchair. My head felt like someone had mashed it into the wall as the nausea hit me face first and the room began to tip.

I looked up panickingly towards Davis-san and the professor and said desperately, "Would you bring me closer?"

Davis-san seemed to have tears brimming her eyes as a half lit smile glazed her lips.

"Martin-"

Before she could say anything else the professor surprisingly began pushing me towards the bed. My eyes were fixed on Naru, but the room seemed to tip even more, as I was brought to his side.

I laid my hand onto the bed nervously, debating weather or not to read for his hand. I inched my hand forward, then brought it back to my side, but it, on its own accord, inched closer to his pale finger.

'I bet their cold...'

"Go ahead, Mai," said a voice from somewhere in the room, I whipped my head quickly to see a magenta haired woman with a soft smile and sparkling eyes. Madoka Mori.

"Madoka when did you-" I was suddenly cut off by the wave of sleepiness and dizziness as the roomed seemed to sway. Both Davis-san and Mori-san rushed over to me worriedly, they placed their hands softly on my shoulders.

"I've been here the whole time, sweety. So, go ahead, grab his hand, he definitely won't mind. Ok?" I nodded a bit before I felt my head slowly dropping.

Time seemed to slow as everything around me blurred. Instead of being surrounded by black though, a calming white color danced behind my closed lids. I felt the soft bounce of the hospital bed from the sideways position y head fell on.

I sighed relaxingly as three pairs of hands made their way to my head and shoulders. Taking a deep, shallow breath in I extended my arm and let my fingers wander until I found what I was looking for.

My warms fingers slid in between his cold ones and I slowly began to let out the breath I had been holding.

I cracked my right eye open and smiled at the sight I saw.

"He really does look like a angel, fallen or not." I murmured, unaware It was audiobal enough for the surrounding people to hear.

As the breath I had been releasing slowly began coming to an end, I fell asleep tugging on me gently into a mash of white fluffy clouds.

This time, I shut my eyes slowly and gripped onto his cold hand tightly. I maneuvered my face into the scratchy mattress sheets and hospital blankets which surprisingly didn't bother me. The soft caresses of hands stroking my head put the forgotten dizziness at bay.

I let a soft blush willingly brush my cheeks and smiled lovingly.

"My fallen angel, you'll find your way back to heaven someday"

AGHHHH! I want to write more, but mummys yelling to go to sleep. IT ISN'T EVEN THAT LATE ANYWAY! Its only like 10! I call that early in my standards, but no, stupid school had to exist and ruin all my fun!

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Till I write again…

-Olliephantomhive2461