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Gray shifted in his bed trying to block out the sun. He grumbled as his back faced the window. He sighed today wasn't his day, the hospital bed was lumpy, lumpier than usual, they fed him oatmeal and apple juice for breakfast, his doctor was coming to see him and he didn't annoy the blondie half as much as he usually did. He sighed closing his eyes as he heard footsteps coming towards his room. He cracked open on of his eyes to see a man with a permanent scowl on his face. He was wearing earphones around his neck blasting off some unknown rock song. He was wearing the standard uniform and Gray could tell by the look of shear torture on his face that he didn't wear the uniform because he wanted to. Besides the scowl on his face he had a nasty scar on his right eye which resembled a lightning bolt. Gray resisted the urge to laugh. The person who was supposed to be making him feel better and get out of here looked more like a person who would end up putting people in the hospital. The man walked up to him and was about to hit him when Gray opened his eyes.
The man laughed, looking scarier when he laughed then when he scowled, if that was possible.
"Don't pursue a career in acting." He said sitting down in the chair. Gray frowned about to tell him off when a relatively young girl with white hair, her bangs pulled up in a ponytail came into the room. She smiled to Gray which most people didn't do especially the blonde one.
"Mr. Dreyar, can you please turn down the music it annoys the patients." The woman said smiling at him, causing Gray to wonder if she smiled at everyone.
The man half sighed, half growled and took out an iPod touch turning it off. "Not my fault this place is as quiet as a graveyard." he grumbled causing the white haired woman to gasp and finally stop smiling.
"Mr. Dreyar we do not talk about death or anything associated with death in a hospital." Gray resisted the urge to laugh as the woman continued to lecture Mr. Dreyar.
"Calm down Mirajane, the only patient in the room is this guy and he doesn't seem to care." He said laughing
"Mr. Laxus Dreyar I suggest you watch what you say because you know how scary the boss is." She replied walking out, only to have him roll his eyes.
He turned back to Gray and shuffled through some papers. "Do you know why I'm here Mr. Fullbuster?"
Gray nodded "I only have one day to live."
The doctor frowned "What…no…is that how you interrupt doctors?"
Gray nodded causing the scary looking doctor to sigh. "I came here to discuss the report I received this mornings. It stated that you were having difficulty telling the difference between reality and dreams."
Gray glared at his 'doctor' wondering why he chose to become a doctor. Gray shrugged off the feeling that the only reason this guy was a doctor was because he enjoyed seeing people in pain. "Who told you that?"
Dr. Dreyar flipped through the pages "Miss. Heartfilia."
Gray sighed again "Who?"
Dr. Dreyar laughed at Gray who looked as if he wanted to kill Miss. Heartfilia. "You know the blonde nurse you came to check on you this morning."
Gray growled looking towards the door leading out of his room. "That little...cutie pie." He said as he saw a little girl walk past his room a woman with blonde hair ushering her by.
"I know, Mr. Fullbuster." She said turning to look at Gray. He growled that blondie probably set this up.
"Who's delusional now?" Gray yelled at the blondes retreating figure
She retraced her steps so she was in front of the door again. "You see Laxus; he doesn't think I'm pretty. Delusional."
Gray frowned, grumbling loud enough for only the doc to hear "Pretty annoying." Miss Heartfilia continued onward leaving Gray to explain to his doctor why he was delusional. If he got sent to a mental health clinic, she was dead.
A/N: I am so sorry I took so long. I hope you like it personally I don't but...bleh. I can't figure out Gray's sickness and I made it stand out becuase everyone ignores what I have to say. So help! Please? I might update soon because my exams are almost over but it depends on...stuff.