"So, how long are supposed to be in here?" Kid asked.
"I dunno. A week?" I asked myself.
"Probably two weeks at the most…" he told me, examining my wounds. I snatched my arm away from him.
"Since when are you a doctor?" I questioned him.
"I'm not, but I can tell how bad wounds are." Kid replied, his gold eyes searching my scar.
"Whatever, Dr. Symmetry." I said sarcastically. He smiled at me and propped my right arm around his shoulders. I had asked him to take me around the school a little. I was so bored just sitting in the infirmary with no company 90% of the time. I sighed as I put my weight on him and walked in a limp sort of fashion to my crutches. Having a cracked bone in my leg meant I had to walk with crutches, though I felt I didn't need them.
"I'm a little confused, Kid."
"About what?"
"It's just, it feels like I've been in the infirmary for a couple days already, but when we fought the kishin, it seems like decades ago."
"I know, that happens a lot."
"Yeah, but there's something off about the whole fight. It seems almost surreal. Like I just dreamt the whole thing."
"Sometimes life is just an illusion, to blind you from what's real."
"What is real?"
"That's for you to decide."
Two Days Later
"I keep telling you, I'm fine!" I shouted.
"I understand you feel that way, but you need rest." Stein said calmly.
"It's been a week already!"
"Angel, you've only been here a few days."
"Well, that seems like good enough resting time. I don't like being cooped up in here."
"I know you don't, but you need re-"
"Rest! I know!"
"If you know then why are you arguing?"
I jumped off the bed. "I can walk without any freaking crutches, I could slam my shoulder into the wall and the only pain will be from the wall, and I could be punched in the arm and it would barely hurt!"
Stein let out a puff of smoke. "Suit yourself. If you get injured more, you know where to find me. But leave the gauze on your leg for the rest of the week."
I should've been happy, I should've been smiling that I won the argument, but I wasn't. I frowned and grabbed my clothes that were folded neatly on the table next my bed.
"Whatever." I muttered as I walked to the bathroom to change.
Hours Later at Soul and Maka's
I was glad to be out of the infirmary. I smiled as I knocked on the door. Soul answered.
"Hey, Red. I thought you weren't due out for the rest of the week?"
"I know. I…persuaded Stein to let me out early."
"Oh, cool. Come in."
He opened the door more and I stepped in. Blair and Maka sat on the couch.
"Hey." I said shyly. They both looked up.
"Angel!" Maka said excitedly and ran to hug me.
"Uh, Maka?"
"Yeah?"
"I can't breathe."
Maka let out a laugh and let me go. I smirked at Blair.
"Hi, Blair." I told her in a teasing matter. She just stared at me like she was deciding what to do. I jumped forward and shouted lightly, "Boo!"
Blair jumped up and off the couch. She ran out the door like a scared little kitten. Oh, wait, she is a kitten.
"That will never get old." I told Maka and Soul. They smiled and laughed.
"Hey, I read this book while I was in the infirmary. It was about a demon sword and black blood. It said there was a meister who was infected with black blood and their weapon was infused to them. Is it true?" I asked them. I figured if anyone would know, it would be them. They knew everything that went on in Death City. Maka's face went blank and Soul looked down.
"What? Did I say something?"
"No, no. Come with us." Maka said. I nodded my head slowly as we walked out the door.
Minutes Later
"But, this is the academy." I said, confused.
"Yeah." Maka said. She led me down a flight of stairs.
"Where are we going?"
"The dungeons." Soul answered. I wondered but I didn't ask. After a long walk, we stopped in front of a metal door. Maka sighed and slid it open.
"Crona?" she asked the air. There was a weak reply.
"Maka? Is that you?"
A smiled crossed her face. "Yes, it's me and Soul." We entered the room. I saw a bed, a dresser, and a small window with bars on it. In the corner was a lanky boy with pink hair. He wore a black robe and he was barefoot.
"Who's that behind you?" the boy asked, alarmed at the sight of me.
"It's okay. She's just a friend." Maka told him and held out a hand to help him up. When he was standing, he gave Maka a light hug. The boy lingered behind Maka, staring at me. She gestured for me to come closer, so I took a step toward them.
"Angel, this is Crona." she told me. I smiled at him. Maka stepped to the side and held Crona's shoulder. "Crona, this is mine and Soul's new friend, Angel."
Crona began to shiver. "Sh-she doesn't look like an angel."
My smile grew. "I get that a lot." I extended my hand and Crona held his out shakily. I grasped his for a moment and let go. He smiled a little. All of a sudden, a small black and white figure appeared on top of Crona's head.
"Crona, what-or who-is that?" I asked him. His eyes floated up and his smile disappeared. He pointed to the thing on his head.
"This is Ragnorak."
The thing-er, Ragnorak- waved. "Hiya, toots." Ragnorak said. My eyes flashed with anger.
"Don't call me that." I told him angrily. He shook his rounded white hands.
"Okay, okay. Geez, Maka, you're friend is really touchy."
I growled and went to punch either Crona or Ragnorak, whichever my fist collided with. But Maka grabbed my wrist.
"Angel, stop. Ragnorak always is like that." she told me, defending them both. I looked back at Crona, who was shaking again. My expression turned soft.
"You can't control Ragnorak. Can you?" I asked him. He shook his head. I gently touched his arm. My eyebrows knitted together. "I'm sorry, Crona."
He stopped shaking. Then a realization hit me. I turned my head to Maka and Soul, who seemed shocked at my sudden change in attitude. I turned back to Crona. "You were infected with black blood, weren't you?"
He nodded his head solemnly. "And Ragnorak became a part of you, then." I added. He nodded once again. "How?"
"Lady Medusa was my mother. She melted down the demon sword, Ragnorak, and infused it with my blood. I grew up with Ragnorak popping out of my back whenever he felt like it."
"Lady Medusa? The witch with the snakes?"
"Yes."
My fingers grazed his. "Oh, Crona. I'm so sorry."
His eyes flew down to my hand and he picked it up quickly. He touched my scar and winced, as if it hurt him. Crona looked expectantly at Soul.
"What happened to her arm?" he asked Soul.
"She was attacked by a Kishin in a battle." Soul told Crona. He was shaking again. I held onto his arm with my free hand.
"What's wrong?"
"He doesn't like scars." Maka told me.
"Why."
"Because he gave me my scar." Soul said.
I was shocked. How could such a timid boy do such a thing?
"Sometimes he goes mad because of the black blood. Our first encounter with him, he attacked me with Ragnorak when he was in weapon form. He was crazy." Soul explained. Mine and Crona's eyes locked. I held his hands in front of me. I was suddenly in what I think was his Spiritual Dimension.