I don't know what crazy spell I was under, but I wish it'd wear off really quick. I had several tubes stuck into me, and I could hear the machine that monitored my heartbeat, and my visitors. But I couldn't move. I'm surprised I kept my sanity, really. Here's the visitors I had:

Kylie

Someone walked in, shutting the door behind her. A few moments later, the door opened and closed again.

'Probably the Doctor.' I thought. I heard the visitor sit beside my bed and hold my hand.

"Hey Rye." Kylie said hoarsely. Her voice was shaky, and she was probably going to cry. "Stein doesn't know why you aren't moving, but he says that, physically, you're going to be okay. You had a lot of injuries from fighting Medusa. You're kind of a hero now. Everyone is saying that you single-handedly killed a witch, using regular knives. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

'Don't blame yourself!' I thought. Though that 'hero' thing did explain why that guy kept making all those noises, waking me up over and over again.

I felt tears land on me, and it felt like my heart was going to burst. "Could you just wake up? Please?" Kylie hugged me closely: I could feel her warmth. There wasn't anything I ever wanted more than to hug her and tell here everything would be fine. "I haven't told Mom that you're in a coma, but I'll call her at the end of the week if you don't wake up. I have to go now."

'Why the hell can't there be a mind-reader around here!' I thought.

Maka

I heard the door open, then close, then open and close again.

'Well, at least Stein isn't listening to these conversations.' I thought, then thought 'conversations need two people. These are monologues.'

I heard the visitor sit beside my bed, and clear his/her throat. "It's me, Maka." Maka said. "The doctors say that we should talk to you, and that you can hear us, even if you can't respond."

'Huh. That old cliché is true?' I thought.

"I feel terrible that I let you leave the dance." Maka said.

'Don't feel bad, Maka. I had survivor's guilt once.' I said, then thought 'oh hell. To have survivor's guilt someone usually dies.'

"Crona feels really bad, too. She hasn't left her room in nearly two days." Maka said.

'It's been two days?' I thought. Days run together when you can only listen to your heartbeat monitor, pray that you aren't in some hellish wanna-be coma and wish that somebody would turn on some damn music!

"Nobody blames her, though. She was ready to sacrifice herself to save you." Maka said. "She ran into the gym, asking for you and everything."

I didn't think anything here; I was too busy listening.

"Would you like to see her?" Maka asked.

'-' My thoughts were cut off by Maka (apparently yes, someone can cut off your thoughts.)

"I think you would." Maka said.

'I wonder if I'm psychic.' I said. 'Kiss me, Maka!' I heard the springs in the mattress groan, and I felt Maka kiss me on the head. 'Alright, I'm psychic now. I wonder if that'll ever come in handy...If I wake up. Damn it.

Death the Kid

The usual routine happened: door opens. Door shuts. Door opens again. Door shuts again.

'She said that livin' with me, was bringin' her dooooown, yeah!' I sang in my head. 'She would never be free, when I was arooooound. She's got a Ticket to Ride. She's got a Ticket to-'

"It's me, Kid." Kid said.

'Huh. I don't remember talking to Kid all that much.' I thought.

"I heard about those rumors where I was in love with you, and, well..." Kid cleared his throat. "They are completely untrue. SOMEONE made up lies about me because I may have accidentally fell on Mr. Giraffe."

'You, and that person, need therapy very, very badly.' I thought. I wish I could've jumped because, after a few moments of silence, Kid started moving my limbs around. Both of my hands were on my chest, and my legs were completely straight.

"I know if you weren't in a coma you would thank me for putting you in a symmetrical position." Kid said.

'This is so...uncomfortable...I hate you...so much.' I thought.

"Yep. You even look thankful." Kid said, and I heard him walking away.

'If I could move, I would beat half of your face into a pulp.' I thought as the door shut.

Dr. Stein and Ms. Marie

As the day was winding down and coming to an end (I could tell because of the amount of sounds outside the door. Sure, the other students tried to be silent as they passed my door, but I still heard them whispering about me as they passed, some saying about how badass I was-thank you-or how it was so sad I was in a coma. Or, occasionally, how hot I was. My self-esteem was higher than a kite by the time the hallway cleared.)

I heard the door open and shut, and I figured that Stein had left. I was dead (stop thinking about death!) wrong.

"Hey Stein." Ms. Marie said.

"Hello Marie." Stein said, and I heard a quick kiss.

'If I was watching you guys from the afterlife because Stein couldn't patch me up and saw you guys kissing, I'd be all like 'that creepy guy with a bolt in his head shouldn't be able to get a hot girl like Ms. Marie.' But since Stein saved me, I think you're pretty cool.' I thought. Then their kiss started getting heated.

"Oh Doctor!" Ms. Marie said.

'Get a room!' I thought, then realized something. 'They got a room. One with an Irish kid in a coma in it! NOOOOOOOOO!'

And in the ensuing torture, there was nothing I'd even wanted more, in heaver or on earth, to bite my tongue off and drown in my own blood.

The Final Visitor

After Stein and Ms. Marie had left (I'd never be able to look at them the same way again) I tried getting to sleep, and was just about to drift off when I heard the window open. The intruder went to the visitor's chair and sat down, taking small breaths.

"I just wanted to thank you for killing Medusa." Eruka said.

'She's gonna kill me, she's gonna kill me, she's gonna kill me!' I chanted in my head.

Suddenly, I heard Eruka get up and kiss me. On the mouth. With tongue.

'Help! Help! Intruder in my room! And my mouth! She tastes like frog legs! Help!' I thought desperately. Eruka put her hand on my chest and stood, patting my face and closing my mouth.

"See you later, Riley." She said.

'I hate you more than I thought I could hate any living, dead, or nonliving thing that exists.' I thought.

"You'll be out of the coma tomorrow, by the way." Eruka said, and I heard her jump down. I thought she'd be splattered on the ground, but I heard her land on something. Probably a broomstick. Then, I heard her blow me a kiss.

'I hate you slightly less since you told me I'd be up tomorrow. Still hate you more than any other living, dead, or nonliving thing that exists, though.' I thought.

A/N: This chapter went exactly how I wanted it to. Yay! Now, after the next chapter, I think I'll take a break before I start Arc 2. No concrete plans yet, though.

-MN1