"Levy…"
She felt like she was swimming in darkness. It was comfortable. She didn't feel pain, she didn't feel sad. There was just a warm nothingness…
"Levy…!"
She knew this voice, it was important to her…
"Levy McGarden!"
Who was calling for her in this place? All she wanted to do was sleep…
"God dammit Levy! You're not going to die on me!"
Gajeel? Die? Who was dying?
She tried to open her eyes but they were so heavy. She tried to blink but could only see hazy outlines.
"Levy! Wake up, dammit!"
"G… Gajee..." she tried to speak but it was barely a whisper.
"That's it, Shrimp. Talk to me,"
They were moving at an amazing speed. She was cold and felt herself being jolted. Why hadn't he just let her sleep? That was all she wanted…
Just…
Sleep…
"Levy? Levy!"
More voices… people were yelling… she was being moved somewhere warm… people yelling orders…
Blood loss…
She's barely hanging on. How is she not dead? Who is she? How did she get hurt?
"The hell I'm leaving her side!"
"Mr. Redfox, please, we need to do emergency procedures…"
"I'm not leaving her!"
"Your arm is broken! We need to set it!"
"I ain't fucking leaving!"
"Someone, grab something to sedate him!"
"Like hell!"
"Mr. Redfox!"
"Levy!"
'Levy? Isn't that me?' she thought through the thick haze that surrounded her mind. She felt pain in her arms and she once again fell into darkness.
'Am I dreaming?'
Levy opened her eyes to a bright light. Whiteness surrounded her. She felt as light as a feather.
She looked off into the distance and only saw a white skyline for as far as the eye could see. Picking a direction, she started walking. For what seemed like miles there was only blaring white light. She squinted her eyes.
Off in the distance she could make out a black spot. As she approached it, she realized it was a person standing there. He was tall with long black hair. His cloak rustled in a nonexistent breeze. He stood perfectly still, making her think for a moment that he was a statue. She walked up behind him and stood by his side, looking ahead.
"I've been waiting for you," as he spoke, the world around them seemed to shift, "Where have you been?"
"I'm not sure…"
"When are you going to come home?"
Levy looked up at him, startled, "When did I leave?"
"A while ago," he looked down at her, his red eyes piercing her soul, "I miss you,"
"I miss you too," she said, looking up at him.
He leaned down, his fingers brushing against her cheek. He was bringing her face closer, his eyes half closed. She could feel his breath on her face, their noses brushing as he tilted his head.
"Come back to me…" his lips brushed against hers, just a light touch. She felt her body start shaking from her very core. She desperately wanted to pull him close but for some reason her arms refused to move. His other hand traced a line down her neck, her collar, heading for her breasts…
"Come back to me…"
"How?" she breathed, her voice wavering. His fingers were trailing down her side, leaving a trail of goose flesh where they touched. He took a step forward, pressing his warm body against hers.
"Come back to me…"
"I'm trying…"
His warmth was fading. She looked up at him. His form was vanishing, as if he were no more than just a ghost. Fear started to chill her heart.
"No… don't go…"
"Come back to me…"
"Don't leave me!"
"Come back…"
"Gajeel!"