Soooo tiirreeeeed. But I have to get this down b4 I forget.

Porlyusica looked over the chart once more and sighed. This girl would be the death of her.

"Porlyusica-san," She heard the blonde call from across the infirmary. Her voice was rapier and hoarser than usual and soft, like it hurt to speak. After a round of horrid, rattly coughs she continued, "How much longer do I need to be here?"

"Stupid humans," The pink haired doctor muttered as she stalked her way towards the blonde's bed. "Lucy," She said sternly. "I already told you that you can't take your condition this lightly. It's not as simple as a sore throat and a cough."

"But its not like its pnemonia." The blonde countered nasaly, the doctor not impressed.

"Not yet. But if you don't take your bronchodialator and get enough rest, it just might be." The doctor said sternly. She softened slightly, "And your lungs are weak enough as it is." Lucy pouted at this and crossed her arms, turning her head away quickly.

Porlyusica rolled her eyes and left to go attend to another patient.

Lucy relesed her arms from around her chest slowly and lay them by her sides, luckily they were IV free. She glanced around her alcove and sighed sadly, she always ended up in the hospital, too pitiful to take care of herself. Her mantra, 'Beethoven was deaf, Beethoven was deaf,' evaporated to mear words whenever she began to feel this weak.

Her eyes drooped a little and she mashed the familiar button to lower the part of the bed near her head so that she could sleep. Mashing another button, the curtains that closed off her alcove closed tightly, the thick facbric blocking out the outside world. She flicked off the lights and burrowed down into the thin woolen blankets.

As she slept, a lone tear trickled over her nose and across her cheek, slipping silently onto the white pillow beneath the blonde's head.

Gray slumped in his chair next to Juvia, the blue haired girl patting his back softly. Usualy he would find this creepy, like he usually did when she did things like this, but he couldn't help but find it soothing.

Lucy had been asleep for a while now, and everyone now sat in contmplative silence around the table in the boardroom. That Loki fellow had left a little while after Lucy was taken to the infirmary and Erza's face when he left was guarded. Something had happened and just waiting as Natsu paced the floor infront of the Activ-Board was not going to help him find out.

Gajeel's snores increased in volume and Levy closed her book long enough to whack him in the head with the spine, opening it afterwards and continuing to read quietly as Gajeel lept from his seat in search of his attacker. Noting it was Levy who hit him he sat down again, Gajeel would never lay a hand on Levy if he could help it.

Erza was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to notice any of this. Her mouth was set in a hard line, her eyes even harder as they bore into an undeserving spot on the wall. She twidled a pen in her hand and occasionan she'd look down at the blank notepad, jotting un desipherable scribbles harshly onto the pristine square of paper.

Suddenly she stood, snatching the pad of paper and rushing out to door. To where, Gray didn't know, and was much to bored to find out.

"Thats it!" Natsu suddenly shouted, stopping his pacing mid step. "I'm going to check on Luce. Stop me if you want but I'm getting out of here." He stomped to the doorway and reached his hand out to grasp the door handle, grabbing only air. "Where's the Goddamned door knob!?" He shouted after a while.

Stifling her giggles, Juvia answered with a strained, "The door's open, Natsu-san."

Sputtering out a short words of thanks, Natsu stomped forward through the open doorway and all but ran down the hallway.

After a moment, Gray stood. "It's too boring in here." He said. "I'm heading to the rec room. You guys coming with?"

Juvia stood quickly, almost toppling the heave wooden chair. "Juvia will!"

Levy looked over to Gajeel and gestured towards Gray with her shoulders and head, 'Are you going?' She seemed to be saying.

"Ima stay with Shrimp." Gajeel told them. "You guys go on ahead."

Juvia cheered, "YAY! More time with Juvia's Gray-sama!"

Gray groaned lightly, hoping desperately that Cana was in the rec room. Or anyone, really.

Natsu streaked down the hallways as fast as he could, thankful that the nurses and other students kept out of his way. Either that or there wasn't anyone there in the first place. He didn't really care either way.

He turned into another hallway and slowed his pace. The infirmary was on this hall.

Turning into the infirmary, a small voice called him first. "Oh, Natsu-san," The girl called. "I'm surprised you weren't here sooner."

"Oh, hey, Wendy." Natsu panted out, still catching his breath from running the whole way. "Where's Lucy?"

Wendy laughed lightly, "How did I know you were going to say that?" Wendy snatched his hand and lead him towards Lucy's bed. Natsu was the first person Wendy warmed up to when she first came. With massive abandonment issues, it was difficult to get her to even talk during her sessions with Mira. Mira, ever the insightful therapist, told Natsu to show her around and the two had been very close ever since. He was the first to figure out her natural talent for medicine, ergo her new position as Porlyusica's intern.

"She's over here." Wendy stopped infront of one of the stall-thingies near the back. "Although, I think she's sleeping."

Natsu smirked. "Yea, like that's stopped me before. Thanks Wendy, I'll see you later."

He stepped up to the curtain and felt for the edge, pulling it back. Calling her name would be pointless since she couldn't hear him so he just slid over to her bed, carful not to trip and break anything. Porlyusica would kill him.

Eventually he reached her bed. She was breathing evenly but it was raspy and sounded painful. "Lucy," He said softly, "I'm so sorry." He slid under the blanket with her, tucking her head into his chest and wrapped his arms behind her, pulling her close.

"Juvia, I told you for the last time." Gray yelled as he jumped tables and chairs, running away from the blue haired woman hot on his tail.

"I WILL NOT PLAY SPIN THE BOTTLE!"

So yea.

I'm watching She's the Man. So. Akward. I. Want. To. Die.