Holy SHIT I suck at updating wow. I posted this story a little before summer thinking, summer's coming! I'll have so much time to write now! HA! Bitch thought WRONG! I'm really sorry I'm just an overweight nugget who can't do anything right. Here's chapter 13.

Fell For Her Song

Chapter 13

Supportive Friends

Gumball woke up gasping. He spun his head to look at the clock on the wall of the ER. It was only three hours ago that Marceline had visited him. She could be anywhere by now!

He remembered everything. He remembered falling asleep after being able to talk himself into thinking that he had the upper hand in this fight. Now he realized he was just an idiot. He regretted ever even falling asleep, even if it was just pain medication.

Throwing his hands in his face, he groaned.

"How could I have done that!" He shouted at the blank, pink, brick walls. He winced as he lowered his arms again. He'll have to remember to move less. His ribs were really limiting his movement. Gingerly, he lifted the blanket, trying not to trigger any pain, and to be quiet. It was only two in the morning. His entire staff would be sleeping right now. Wherever they were sleeping now.

Once the blanket was out of the way, he sat up, gently, and looked around. There were no crutches or wheelchairs in sight. He huffed. This will be a difficult, and painful, journey without 'em.

Gumball lifted one leg over the edge of the hospital bed, not realizing how heavy his own leg was until now. He brushed the blanket off the rest of his right leg. There was a tight brace wrapped his shin and ankle. He took a deep breath and pulled it over the edge as well. Wow this hurt.

Pushing himself off the bed, he made his way over to the only exit in the room. Walking was a lot less painful than he thought it would be. Pushing the door open. That might hurt, though. Gumball took a deep, but slow, breath. He could feel his broken ribs expanding and stretching.

With Marceline in mind, he pushed the door open, ignoring the piercing pain. A bell went off instantly. Nurse PoundCake immediately ran around the corner and spotted Gumball's face twisted in pain. She gasped.

"Prince Gumball! Go back to bed immediately!" She shouted in worry. She pulled him away from the door with one hand and kept the door open with the other. Kicking the doorstep down, she typed in the code on the wall to make the ringing bell switch off. "Come, Prince. You need your rest. You can leave later in the morning..." Nurse PoundCake turned Gumball around gently, leading him back to the hospital bed. A couple of other nurses came around with a wheelchair so that Gumball didn't have to walk anymore. He sat down. The pain of pushing the heavy door open was only now fading and the thought of going back to bed only sounded more and more appealing.

As the pain faded, he remembered why he got up in the first place.

"But Marceline..." He muttered.

"We'll get Marceline to come and visit you. You've already woken up half the hospital, I'm sure we can find somebody to go and fetch her. Where is she staying?" Nurse PoundCake asked, lifting Gumball from the wheelchair into the hospital bed.

"She's at Marshall Lee's house..." He said quietly. Nurse PoundCake hesitated for only a second. Gumball knew the entire population of Candy people feared Marshall if not on by a little, but he needed to talk to Marceline.

"Get Fionna!" Gumball said loudly, his eyes widened.

"We'll call her straight away!" One of the assistant nurses said. She turned and ran off into the hallway to the nearest telephone. She was relieved none of the candy citizens had to be called to go into Marshall Lee's territory.

Marceline hovered just above the clouds, staring at the moon. Why did all of the bad things have to have happened to her? Why can't she just be the supportive friend for once instead of having to be supported? She didn't need any support. She's lived over a thousand years of this crap and she's fine. I'm fine... She thought to herself. I'll be just fine.

Marceline took one more full breath of the thin night sky air before she felt herself start to descend. Marshall's cave house was directly under her.

From an eagle's view, she saw a giant cat making her way towards the cave. With Marceline's vampire sight, she could see it was Fionna riding on a giant Cake making her way towards the cave. Curious, she began free falling to make it to Marshall's house faster. Only a few feet from the ground, she finally caught herself and hovered over the ground behind a nearby rock.

Marceline watched Cake shrink down to her normal size before running alongside Fionna to the front door. Panting, Fionna pounded on the door. Marceline smirked when she heard people groaning, and Marshall's hissing over all. She heard Lady complaining in Korean. Marshall pulled the door open so fast it almost came off its hinges.

"WHAT!?" He shouted, his demon eyes big and glowing.

Unphased, Fionna continued panting before swallowing. "Gumball!" Fionna shouted before panting again. Marceline's ears perched in full alert.

Marshall huffed, uninterested. "Ugh, what about'em?" Marshall asked, picking at his nails. "Hey!- WHOA!" Marshall shouted as PB threw him out of the way.

"What's wrong?" She asked, concern obvious on her face. Fionna took one last deep breath.

"He's looking for Marceline, is she here?" Fionna asked, trying to peak behind her.

PB's eyes widened and she whipped her head around, searching for Marceline.

"No she isn't. The umbrella I gave her is still here. By morning, she'll be easy to find. I can look for her then," PB said. Fionna nodded before turning back around. PB shut the door behind Fionna as she left.

Marceline started making her way over to Fionna before stopping herself. What was she doing? Gumball already made it clear enough that he was mad at her. He was probably only calling her back to insult her some more. Especially if he was high the whole fucking time they were talking, he had to be telling the truth. Or is that hen you're drunk. Whatever the difference, Marceline was too scared to head back. Her fear had come true when Gumball started insulting her.

Marceline saw Cake's head turn and she stared straight at her, but by the time Cake's eyes could have landed on her body, Marceline was already invisible. Cake looked around a little bit more before Fionna chastised her to hurry up.

When the two friends left the cave, Marceline reattained her visibility. She floated down to the house and sat on the top porch step, leaning her back against the wall. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Marceline's eyes opened wide as her body felt like it was on fire. She screamed before retreating behind the house back to the safe shadows. She held her shaking body as she watched it slowly heal. A little too slowly. How long was I in the sun? She had been burned before, but she could have been lying in the sun so long she could have died.

"Marceline!?" She heard PB whisper. Marceline reached a shaky hand up to the window and tapped twice. Marceline could hear shuffling inside when PB pulled the curtains aside, expecting Marceline's body to be hovering in the air. She saw smoke and looked down before gasping.

"Marceline!" PB shout-whispered, clamping a hand over her mouth in horror. She busted through the back door and knelt down beside her friend. "Oh my Glob! Oh my Glob! What do you need? Do you need ice? Water?" PB asked frantically, worriedly observing Marceline.

Marceline shook her head. "No, stop." She shoved PB away. Her shaking finally stopped, and her skin's healing was speeding up. Soon there were only but a few scars remaining.

"Marceline what were you doing outside the whole time, you could've died!" PB shouted.

"I fell asleep. Geez, stop fucking nagging at me, mom!" Marceline snapped back. She put more distance between them. PB quickly shook off her offended face and sat down cross-legged.

"Hey. I was trying to help..." She said softly.

"I don't need your- your- your support anymore!" Marceline replied angrily.

"What?"

"Nothing. Forget I ever even said that..." Marceline said, turning her head so PB wouldn't see her blush.

"Okay, well... Gumball still wants you to visit him. He's becoming more persistent with it..."

"Oh, really? How so?" Marceline asked sarcastically.

PB sneered at Marceline's tone, but kept back any attitude. "He sent Fionna over here last night at like two thirty somethin' in the morning. She said Gumball wanted to talk to you."

Marceline contemplated telling PB that she had already visited Gumball, but kept it inside. She rolled her eyes.

Seeing this, PB snapped. "What?" She asked, frustrated.

"Nothing!" Marceline said, defensively raising her hands.

"Oh, don't tell me that was 'nothing', or that you're 'fine'. Marceline, it's obvious that you are the exact opposite of those things!"

"So what do you want me to do about it, huh?" Marceline snapped back, her demon eyes glowing wildly.

Seeing her rage, PB's eyes softened. "I want you to talk to me. You know it's unhealthy to keep things bottled up like this," she reached out a ginger hand to Marceline, "I just want you to open up."

Instinctively, Marceline cringed away from PB's hand like it was acid to the touch. She huddled herself to the closest edge of the shadows against the morning sunlight, remaining silent and avoiding contact with PB.

PB scoffed. "Fine!" She threw her hands up and stood up. Placing her hands on her hips she looked down at Marceline. "Y'know, I came here to Aaa to go on vacation with my closest friends. I came here to have fun! Thanks to you Marceline, one of my best friends' kingdoms are destroyed, and I'm- I'm just- Agh! I'm completely stressed out! He's completely broken up physically and emotionally because of you! And then you just go and keep running away and hiding 'cause you can't own up to it. Glob Marceline, I regret ever taking you..." PB marched back inside, leaving Marceline behind, bruised and broken where it hurt the most.

That's it. Marceline was going back home. She knew where she belonged and it was obviously not here. She was going to go back, stock up on red, and never leave her cave ever again.

She swallowed down her tears. She could cry later. She knew this was all her fault from the beginning. No need to keep crying over it, right?

Marceline snuck into the second floor of Marshall's house and looked through his closest. She found a hoodie that was too big for her and took it.

Slipping it on, she pulled the hood up and shoved her hands into the pockets. Before heading home she was going to make a quick stop at the hospital. Say one last final good-bye to Bubba.

Returning to the cracked hospital window of Gumball's room, Marceline looked inside. Gumball was pushing, or gently outstretching his arms against, Fionna and Cake out of the hospital room.

"Out! Out! I want to be alone!" Gumball shouted. Fionna planted her feet firmly on the ground turning back around and glaring at Gumball in his wheelchair.

"Gumbal-" Fionna began to argue.

"Out!" Gumball shouted one last time. The heroine sighed and looked at Cake with pursed lips. "Alright... C'mon, Cake," She finally said before turning and leaving.

"I hope you get better soon, sweetie," Cake said, softly patting Gumball's head. Cake closed the door behind her.

Silently, Gumball continued to stare at the closed door with his back to the window. He rested his elbow on the arm of the wheelchair and placed his fist over his lips. Marceline, who smiled wistfully when she found that Gumball had left the window open for her, slipped in and stood in the shadows away from the window. She pulled her hood down and let her hair out. Leaning against the wall, she watched Gumball.

Suddenly, his shoulders started shaking in a silent cry. Marceline's eyebrows furrowed in worry for him.

"Geez," she said nonchalantly, "You're such a softie." She joked.

"Marceline?" Gumball asked in utter shock. He spun his chair around after quickly wiping his tears away. He stared at her with his mouth hanging open. "You came back?" He said after a moment of silence. He awkwardly pushed his chair closer to her.

"I'm not a hallucination," she joked, though her tone was emotionless.

"Ugh... yeah..." Gumball said.

After moments of silence, Gumball pushed himself from his wheelchair, and before Marceline could stop him, attacked her in a tight embrace.

"Gumball, you aren't supposed to be moving!" Marceline said, gently trying to push his arms off of her.

"I'm so sorry..."

"Wow! You must be in a lot of pain right now. You should be sitting!"

"I just missed you so much..." Gumball whispered. He nudged his head even deeper into the crook of Marceline's neck. She swallowed, looking at the ceiling. She didn't want to cry, but with Gumball right here, so close to her, she didn't think she could help it. She placed her hands gently on his back to hug him. With a shaky breath she inhaled, "I missed you, too..."

Gumball froze, he parted from her and held her shoulders in his hands. "Why are you crying?"

"I just... You- I... I'm not making this any easier..." Marceline said. She couldn't think straight with Gumball staring so intensely at her. She softly removed Gumball's hands from her shoulders and held herself.

"Making what easier?" Gumball asked, coming closer and placing his hands on her comfortingly. Marceline shut her eyes and bit her lip, shaking her head. "Marceline... I think we need to talk."

Marceline's eyes snapped open in sudden anger. "Talk!?" She shouted. She pushed Gumball's hands off of her roughly. He stumbled back, holding his torso.

"Ow!" Gumball shouted, taking deep breaths.

"Gumball! I'm so sorry! I don't know why I just-"

Gumball held up a hand to stop her. He took a few limping steps to get to his hospital bed and sat down on it.

"Yes, Marceline. I need someone to talk to... I just can't talk to Fionna. She's too... She's just too... too... You know what I mean, right?" Gumball said, looking up at her hopefully. Marceline's eyes softened. Her delicate little prince needed someone to talk to. He wasn't going to make leaving any easier is he.

She pulled her hood up and floated over across from Gumball. She crossed her legs in midair and rested her chin against her fist. "Well, if she's anything like Finn, then I know what you're talkin' about." Gumball chuckled.

"They're a little too..." Gumball started, rolling around his hand to find the right word.

"Annoying?" Marceline said, smirking.

"Your words not mine, but yeah... yeah they can be."

There was an awkward silence.

"Hey, is that Marshall's hoodie?" Gumball asked, breaking the silence.

"Oh... yeah. It is..." Marceline said, pinching the dark green fabric. "I was in a rush."

"Oh, well, personally I think you would look a hell of a lot cuter with my pink one, but y'know. Whatever..." Gumball said, smirking.

"Is that so?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Frankly, Princey, I'm loving your get-up. But I think you should loosen it in the back. It's sexier when it's more revealing," Marceline smirked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Gumball raised an eyebrow, looking down at his hospital gown.

"What? So you like looking at my nude bottom?" Gumball asked.

"Y'know I wouldn't mind looking at the nude rest of you, but yes. Your ass is cute." Marceline smiled.

"Well, I'll have to give you a better look under different circumstances, my dear," Gumball joked. Even if it was a joke, Marceline knew what he meant. He was injured. He couldn't do anything at the moment.

"Um... Yeah..." Marceline said. "Speaking of that... I thought you could just be fixed with sugar, y'know. 'Cause you're made of candy?" Marceline asked.

"Well, usually, yes that would be the case. But I've broken my bones. I would need some actual gum to repair them."

"Gumball, it's the Candy Kingdom. Are you telling me there's no fucking gum anywhere else in this entire fucking kingdom?"

"Well the watch tower was made completely from bubblegum, but it was completely charred in the battle."

"And there's no other gum?"

"Any other gum we found is extremely unsanitary."

"What about PB? Can't she just give you some of her hair or something?"

"Well, I suppose so-"

"Then there's no time to waste!"

"Wait, Marceline!"

"What?"

"Can't you just stay here awhile? Please?"

"Gumball, you can be fixed now and you want me to stay?"

"Well I don't know when you'll be back!"

"I'll be here when you're better."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Marceline hovered over to the window, but before she slipped out. She stopped. She spun back around and held Gumball's face. She quickly pecked him on the lips and flew out to the sky.

Well I guess I'm not leaving just yet...

Btw, some of you may have broken bones before, and it probably didn't hurt as bad, or at all, as Gumball's ribs do. But when you have broken ribs it hurts the WHOLE FUCKING TIME. Trust me I know. You can't just put a cast on them, they have to heal by themselves. Btw, don't go sledding at night. It only leads to devastation.