"Where the fuck is my friend?" Gajeel asked, slamming his fists onto the front desk, causing the old woman behind it to jump.

"U-um, sir I'm going to have to ask you to calm down." she muttered softly, pushing her glasses up her nose.

"I'm not gonna calm down, my friend is hurt so tell me where I can bloody find her!"

He knew he looked like an insane person, screaming at this lady, his hair flying wildly around him .It probably didn't help that he was wearing all black...not to mention his multiple piercings. Honestly, he couldn't care less. He needed to see Juvia.

"Gajeel?"

He turned on the voice. His face, set in a grimace, softened as he recognized the speaker.

"Bunny girl?"

Despite him using the nickname he knew she was not fond of, the blonde ran to him, enveloping him in a fierce hug. Gajeel's arms, hung awkwardly by his sides, unsure of how to react to the sudden display of affection. Not letting the awkwardness go on, Lucy pulled away.

"Gajeel what the hell took you so long?!"

She cried, hitting him on the arm. Wincing he rubbed his arm, what was wrong with this girl? Hugging him then hitting him? He opened his mouth to answer her, but she cut him off.
"What happened to Juvia? Did she tell you where she was going?"

She shot question after question, her mouth shooting a million words per hour. Scrunching his eyes shut he tried to block her out. Until he simply burst.

"Shut up will ya?!"

Lucy paused mid-sentence. She glared at him, but noticing the genuine fear on his face, her gaze softened.

"I'm sorry." She said, extending an arm out for him to take.

"C'mon, let's go see her."

Biting his lip, he took her hand, letting himself be pulled to the elevators.

The room was small, and the curtain wall that divided it made it even more so. Taking another hesitant step, Gray's eyes landed on a bed this side of the curtain. Holding his head he approached it cautiously. Peering over at the head beneath the sheets, he jumped back, cheeks aflame. It was a man. Gray sighed in relief seeing as how the man seemed to be asleep. He whispered a few curses, what if this wasn't the right room? Had the nurse given him the wrong number? Maybe he had misread the door number? No, it was room 13 and this was the 4th floor, he was certain. Then that meant; Juvia was on the other side of the curtain. Walking quietly as to not awaken the sleeping man, he carefully slipped through the fabric wall.

And then he saw her. Time froze for a moment, as Gray took in the sight of her. She was covered in medical equipment, multiple needles and tubes protruding from her. A huge gash cut through her cheek bone down beneath her hospital robe. And her eyes...they were covered, a thick strip of gauze, wrapped around her head, covered her eyes. He fell to his knees, reaching under the countless blankets to grab her hand. It was cold. He felt himself shake as the grief overtook him, his cheeks wetten as an endless stream of tears poured out. This wasn't right. He wanted to scream, to call a nurse and demand they take all the machines off of her, take the wires and needles out of her. More than anything, he just wanted her to wake up. To sit up, take the material off her eyes and to smile at him. He squeezed her hand, desperately trying to warm it up. He hated himself, this was all his fault. Him and his stupid pride, god, he was such a baby. She had practically begged him to accompany her to Lyon and Meredy's engagement party, and yet he told her no. He wasn't even sure why he had, it was just a party, and Meredy and him got along fine, hell, even him and Lyon had started to patch things up. He let her go by herself, he'd even said a few mean words, not that Juvia hadn't returned them, but still. All this was his fault. He was just stubborn, he hadn't wanted to give up his pride. He should've just said yes, dammit, now he might lose her...and those last words they'd exchanged... He felt sick, his crying intensified as the regret pooled in his mind. Every sob felt as though it were being ripped from his chest. He squeezed her hand tighter, praying to any form of higher being to bring her back.

"I-I'm sorry." He managed to choke out.

The self loathing nearly overwhelmed him, as he pressed his forehead to the palm of her hand. After an eternity of weeping he felt a comforting weight press against his shoulder. Looking up, he saw Lucy and Gajeel standing behind him. Lucy had placed her hand on his shoulder, and now offered him a pained smile, a tear slipping down her cheek. Gray looked at her, sniffling. He felt himself being pulled against a warm body. The two hugged tightly, holding each other, neither one wanting to let go. A loud crash emerged from the corner of the room, looking over Lucy's shoulder Gray noticed Gajeel. He had knocked over a glass of water that had been left on the table, his face looked horrified, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"J-Juvia?"

Was all Gajeel uttered before dashing back out of the room.

A/N: Ok so...that happened. I guess this sort of explains what happened to Juvia right? hehehe~ Well writing Gray's emotions was really painful for me, sooooo I'm hoping, it gives you a bit of feels. Lots of hugging in the chapter, eh? Also don't get used to me publishing a chapter everyday school's starting soon and my spare time is dwindling ;-;