Hey! This is just a short little chapter to explain a few things. I'm going to update a longer and more exciting chapter later on tonight! I still hope you guys like this chapter!

I don't own Soul Eater or it's Characters, I also don't own the song 'What hurt's the most' by Rascal Flats.

Enjoy!

-Alli

2 Weeks Later.

I came to the hospital EVERY day. I also spent the night several times. I wanted to be the first person he saw when he finally opened his eyes that I missed so much. The gang comes by every few days to check up on the both of us. I haven't slept well in the last few weeks and Tsubaki won't stop pestering me about it, but like I've said so many times before. 'I'm not leaving Soul.'

Speaking of Soul, his face is looking better. The bruises are almost gone on his face, his arms are bruise free. He's skinnier then usual because he hasn't been eating right just being fed by a tube every few hours. Stein said his ankle should be better in the next 3 weeks or so. He still has the black rings under his eyes but it looks like they are lightening up a little, which causes mine to worsen from lack of sleep. My stitches are being taken out sometime this week; the wound on my shoulder is visibly healing. It got infected a few days ago but Stein gave me some rubbing medicine that really helps it.

My papa called my mama and she insisted that she cancel her honeymoon and come and get me and take me with her with her which I quickly refused, I wasn't running away like last time, I wasn't going to let Soul wake up and him find out that I left well he was in a coma that I put him in. Papa was grateful and Mama told me I was growing up and becoming a very amazing women and she'd see me at the end of summer.

Right now I'm in the hospital elevator coming back from the cafeteria on the second floor. Soul's room is on the 4th floor room 888. Kid had him put in that room saying he would be more comfortable, but the truth was Kid didn't like the room he was in last, room 77.

I walk into the room and sit down in my chair next to Soul's head. I look at him for a minute before sighing to myself and open my book. Half hour later I give up on my book. I just can't read when I'm with Soul. Knowing he's in a coma and I can do nothing about it.

My nightmares are still the same, Soul lying on the ground and just when our lips are about to meet he pulls back saying 'Never say Never bookworm.' I wake up with a scream and a fine layer of sweat covering my body. I don't know what the dream means but I can't stop feeling my face heat up every time I think about it.

I reach over and grab Soul's hand, which lye's limp in mine. I stroke his hair back away from his face and I feel tears well up in my eyes. I remember whenever I was sick or couldn't sleep my mama would sing to me, papa tried every once in a while but it never sounded like mama's singing. It sounded more like Black*Star complaining in a high pitched voice.

I think for a second and deicide it couldn't hurt to sing a quick song to him, no one's here, and the gang said they would come by tomorrow afternoon. I take a deep breath and start to sing while clutching Soul's hand harder.

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house That don't bother me I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while Even though going on with you gone still upsets me There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok But that's not what gets me.

I sing the song that first comes to mind and I can't help but let a few tears fall while thinking about him, before all of this happened.

What hurts What hurts the most Was being so close And having so much to say And watching you walk away And never knowing What could have been And not seeing that loving you Is what I was trying to do.

A lot more tears are falling and I sit on the bed with Soul, being careful not to touch him to much.

It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go But I'm doin' it It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone Still harder, getting up, getting dressed, living with this regret But I know if I could do it over I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart That I left unspoken.

I take a deep breathe after that verse. And wipe away tears so that I could see Soul's face more clearly. I rest my other hand on his cheek moving my thumb side to side.

What hurts the most was being so close and having so much to say and watching you walk away and never knowing what could have been and not seeing that loving you Is what I was trying to do.

I look at his face closely griping his hand as if it were my life. I lean forward and rest my forehead against his, singing softer.

I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while Even though going on with you gone still upsets me There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok But that's not what gets me.

I sing and my tears are falling on Soul's face. I wipe them away and breathe a little his breath mixing with mine. I make sure to brush his teeth everyday still or make the nurse that bathes him do it.

What hurts the most Was being so close And having so much to say And watching you walk away And never knowing What could have been And not seeing that loving you Is what I was trying to do.

I whisper to him and close my eyes for the last few verses.

What hurts the most Was being so close and having so much to say And watching you walk away And never knowing What could have been And not seeing that loving you Is what I was trying to do.

I finish the song and gently kiss his forehead. Sitting back up I look at his face one more time and hold my hand over my mouth to keep me from crying out loud. I end up falling a sleep an hour later, with my head on his bed and my hand in his.

I hear screaming. But it's not mine. It sounds familiar. I groan in my sleep and shake my head a little. The screaming wont stop so I open my eyes a little and I jolt awake. It's Soul. He's thrashing around the hospital bed screaming bloody murder; the sound of his screaming is sending icy cold shivers down my spine, not the good kind.

I push the button on the side of the bed that calls the nurses in. "SOUL!" I scream. Holding his hand and I freeze when he actually holds back with just the same amount of strength. "Soul, Soul; wake up." I beg tears falling down my face. The nurses burst through the door and start putting needles in his arms. "What's go-going on?!" I hiccup. "The pain finally hit him; he's feeling the pain he would've felt if he didn't slip into a coma." One of the nurses in forms me.

After a little while of watching Soul struggle, he finally calms down but his breathing is erratic. The nurses leave, and tell me that he might wake up any minute and to call if there is an emergency. When the door closes signaling we're alone I slowly walk up to Soul's body.

"Soul? Please wake up, I need you Soul." I whisper slipping my hand in his giving it a gentle squeeze; I jump a little when he squeezes back. "Soul?!" I say surprised. He turns his face toward me, and I smile for the first time in 2 weeks and three days when I see his beautiful crimson eyes open slowly and rest on me.

I did what I promised myself to do; I was the first person Soul saw when he woke up.

Okay like I said, this is just a short little chapter to work you guys up for the one I'm posting tonight! Hope you guys like it.

Thank you guys so much for Reviewing! It means so much to me! Love you all!

-Alli