A/N: Consider this a makeup chapter because I missed a week. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: The usual argument, in which I don't own Madoka Magica

Warnings: Well if you haven't picked up on the general theme of this story yet, then I think you need to pay better attention.

Pairings: No!

"Let me through! I need to see my patient-"

"I'm sorry Ma'am, this is a crimescene now. I can't allow you in until forensics are done."

"Just try and stop me."

Madoka ducked under the yellow police tape, and made a break for the open door of Homura's cell.

"Hey Ma'am, wait you can't be here."

"It's alright constable, you can let her pass."

Madoka stopped abruptly, and was confronted by a woman in a suit. She had long, flowing white hair and was accompanied by another girl who was every bit the definition of contrast.

"Detective Oriko Mikune, pleasure to meet you," she said, extending a hand to Madoka. Madoka took it, and shook.

"I need to see my patient."

"I understand the situation. Your boss just informed me that you're the therapist, so I think it'll be best if we allow you to talk with the witness."

"How's she doing?" Madoka asked in spite of herself.

"She's practically comatose. Couldn't get a response out of her, I'm hoping you'll have more luck."

Madoka nodded, and walked past him to the cell. She dodged the pool of congealing blood, and ducked through the door. Madoka's heart broke when she saw the state Homura was in.

"My god, she's a wreck."

Homura was curled up in the corner of the room, knees tucked into her chest, arms over her head. She was shaking violently, and a small whimpering noise was coming from her throat.

She looked over to the police officer who was observing her with an expression of distaste.

"Who's this bastard to think he can judge her?" She glared daggers at him. "Leave us," she said curtly. The officer nodded abruptly, and departed leaving Madoka alone with her unfortunate patient.

She immediately walked over, and knelt beside the traumatized girl. Silently, she wrapped her arms around her.

"Oh Homura, Homura I'm so sorry. This isn't fair on you."

No response.

"If you don't want to talk just yet, fine. But when you do, I'll be here. I'll stay as long as you want me to."

A small twitch, although it might just have been Homura shaking, and suddenly Madoka was being enveloped in a hug. She smiled sympathetically, and returned the embrace. Wetness on her shoulder told her that Homura had started to cry. Her sobs resounded throughout the small padded cell, with the only other noise being Madoka's reassuring voice.

"It's alright now Homura-chan. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. Just get it all out of your system now, okay."

Homura's sobs did not let up, but Madoka was perfectly fine with that. In any other situation, it would've been nice to be like this with a good friend. But Madoka knew that once Homura was able to communicate properly again, she would have to answer to the police, and Madoka knew that was never a pleasant thing to have to do.

It took Homura nearly twenty minutes before her tears finally stopped flowing. Homura sobs became small hiccups, which shook her frail body.

"Homura-chan, do you want some fresh air? I can take you up to the roof if you like."

Homura nodded, hiccupping lightly again.

Madoka shifted the ravenette off her, and stood up. She looped her arms around the girl's waist, and pulled her up. Madoka was supporting most of her weight, but she was fine with that. All of those archery sessions had given her a good set of shoulders and good arms for this sort of thing.

She half led, half carried Homura out of the cell and down the corridor. She dismissed the police man when he attempted to stop her, and ducked them both beneath the Police tape.

Slowly, she made her way to the lift and directed it to the top floor.

When the lift door slid open at the top, she felt Homura shiver on her shoulder.

"Oh crap, she must be freezing."

Madoka unzipped her jacket, and pulled Homura close to her. She zipped the jacket back up over both of them.

"Thank god you always buy me clothes that are three sizes too big Sayaka-chan."

She marched Homura over to the boxes they had sat on the previous morning, and set herself down with Homura sitting on her lap.

"She needs the human contact," Madoka thought absently, at the same time compiling a list of requests she would put to the director when they got inside. "She'll need to be out of this cell, and into a room. We'll have to bump her therapy sessions up, and try and get her into a routine that won't give her as much time to think about this."

"She wrote my name."

Madoka blinked. She hadn't expected anything out of Homura for a while.

"What do you mean Homura-chan?"

"On the floor. She wrote my name on the floor. She said it was my fault." Her voice broke, and she started to cry again.

Madoka was worried by that last statement. This was not the kind of thinking that led to a healthy mind.

"Of course it wasn't your fault Homura-chan. It's not possible." Madoka thought back to her brief spell on the crime scene. She noticed something horrible that could've been writing, but it wasn't in any language she recognised.

"Sh-she wrote that she blamed m-me. She s-said that… that-"

"Homura-chan, stop!"

The ravenette fell silent.

"You can't talk like that. She has been in here for longer than you've been alive, so how could it possibly be your fault?"

"But… B-But…"

"But nothing. Now, I'm going to take you inside, and I'm going to run you a bath in the staff bathrooms. You need to relax in there for as long as you need. I'll be right there beside you the whole time, so you don't need to worry about anything else happening. When you're done, I'm taking you to an unoccupied room so that you can get some sleep. I'll stay with you the whole night if it makes you feel any better. Tomorrow, we are going to start working on helping you get through this. Understood?"

Homura nodded meekly, hiccupping again.

"Okay then, good." Madoka sighed internally. She wished for all the world that they would both be able to wake up tomorrow and realize that it was all a bad dream. But she knew that this was all real, and she knew the consequences of making a mistake. "God help us," she thought, and she stroked the hair of the girl in her lap.

"It'll be okay Homura-chan."

A/N: Keys to the Kingdom by Linkin Park and the main theme from Another both helped me write this. Especially that last one, tis creepy enough to put even Slender to shame. To the Guest who reviewed Chapter 4, I think that's kind of a bit of wishful thinking. I assure you, that happened. Stay tuned to find out why. YAY MUSIC! R&R as always, and until next week…