ERMEGERD! BERND CERNCERT! YERY! Hahahaha thats difficult to read. English = OHMYGOD! BAND CONCERT! YAY! Incredibles, Waltz no. 2, Narnia, and a bunch of other stuff here I come! Purty dress on, hair up, can you believe it? I'm wearing hairspray. I, like, never wear hairspray or use irons on my hair. I didn't use an iron today but I hairsprayed my bun so it wouldn't come out. I kid you not, Wake up to out the door on a school morning takes me less than half an hour. That includes eating breakfast. Whereas some of my friends take, like, an hour. I'm a fail as a woman. Oh well, if I cared I'd care. If that makes any sense.

On to the story 'cuz the author's off her rocker!

Lucy groaned. Her leg was warm and numb, restricted by something and elevated. She must have broken it. That explained the crunch.

She breathed, her mind was cloudy with no doubt anesthetics, and she struggled to form a coherent thought against the waves of drug induced sleep. Bleak images filled her mind. A blush of pink against her pillow, a warm flash of gleaming white, a firm hand in hers, the deafening boom that shattered her eardrums. The eardrum itself could be healed, of course, but the large mass of scar tissue made it inoperable.

The cold bite of a needle was present on her forearm and she assumed that was where the IV was placed. She hated IV's. IV's meant tubes, and there had been so many tubes. So many whirring, buzzing, humming, machines. Suddenly and against her will another memory filled the dark spaces of her sleeping mind.

A young Lucy breathes heavily as she hurries to her Mother's room. She hadn't been out of there in weeks, and Lucy really wanted to show her the new song she learned. The grouchy governess had forbade the blonde for bothering her mother, utterly refusing to let her anywhere near the room. That hadn't lasted long. The governess was gulible, truly believing Lucy was asleep during naptime and obviously oblivious to the secret passage in the blonde's closet.

She evened her breathing before opening the door slowly, peaking in to search for her mother's form. The sickly sweet smell of clorox automatically flashed in her senses, which was odd. Her mother hated the smell of bleach. The whir of medical equipment hit her ears shortly after.

Her curiousity increased as she came closer, tubes and machines ran along her mother's bedside, whirring and beeping in random tandem. Her mother was connected to these machines by the tubes and she sat up in bed, reading. Hearing Lucy's entrance she raised her head, smiling at her daughter as she approached.

"Why hello, Lucy dear." She said merrily, her voice fighting desperately to cover for her miserable appearance. "I haven't seen you in awhile. Governess Grace forbade you from seeing me, didn't she?" She said easily, knowing well her daughter's personality. "I'm surprised you didn't slip away sooner. Come here." Setting her book aside she opened her arms.

"I suppose you had something to tell me?" She said once Lucy was settled on her lap. "Care to share?"

Lucy looked up into Layla's tired face. "How'd you know?" Layla giggled at her young girl's wonder filled face. "Mother's Intuition."

Lucy pouted, crossing her small arms over her chest. "You're no fun." This made her mother laugh more, the light on her face casting away the darkened shadows. This made Lucy's pout deepen, "I had something to show you." She countered, "Take that."

Layla drew back in mock horror. "Could it be my Mother's Intuition is getting rusty? Please allow me to redeam myself!" Her tone was joking but it made Lucy laugh none the less, the two blondes giggling together.

Once they quieted down Layla spoke. "I'll bet you learned a new piano song you want to play for me, Hm?" When Lucy nodded she all but threw the poor girl from her lap and towards the piano. "What're you waiting for?" She demanded with a large smile. "Play."

And so she did, every day. But the day came her mother didn't cheer when she finished, and instead Lucy cried.

"She's stable but we'll need to keep her under to moniter her vitals, make sure she has no deeper set injuries." The doctor said, Natsu tuned her out after 'stable'. He'd been up with the blonde all night, pacing just outside the door when they took her into the operating room. Hearing that she was going to be alright let the adrenaline wane, and he staggered.

He felt arms under his elbows and a stern voice shortly after. "Alright, Natsu," The woman, definitely Erza, said. "Time for you to go to bed now, mister." She kept one hand under his elbow and guided him to the room the nurses had let them use since they had all refused to leave Lucy.

Gray and Juvia were cuddled on the couch and Gajeel and Levy on the other bed. She eased the pink-haired boy into the opposite bed and eventually sank down into the chair beside it, finally letting her eyelids rest.

This chapter was editted. The first one had... issues. And in case you couldn't tell, the vague flashes of memory all had to do with Natsu.

Band concert over! YAY! But, sniff sniff, we've got seniors leaving, sniff sniff, and a freshman moving, sniff sniff, WAHHHHHHHHHH! Don't leave me you guys! O couldn't function if you didn't review! Review! Please! I'll die if you don't! Okay... maybe I won't die... but I'll be very sad. So sad I won't updat for a month! Yes! I did say a month. Hehe.

If you rip off this fanfiction, You'll die of the same thing that killed Layla... I have no idea what she died of but I assume it wasn't pretty!