I am soooo sorry for such a late update! Well, here's chapter three to A Witches Help!

~Kid's pov~

A few minutes passed by, everyone was silently mourning the loss of Maka. I would miss her, as would everyone else. That would never change. As we all silently cried, I noticed something. It was faint, but it seemed as if she was holding on just barely. "Hey, everyone, I... I think she's still holding on." I said slowly, focusing my soul wavelength on the faint one I'd felt.

"What do you mean, holding on? She's dead! She has no pulse, Kid!" Liz cried, tears rushing down her face faster. I shook my head, and she wiped her eyes. One look around the group, and I could tell they were waiting for an answer to what I'd meant by she was holding on.

"Her soul wavelength, I can feel it. She's not completely gone, not yet anyway. We need to get her to Death City before she really is gone," I explained to the group of five in front of me. Patty was already leaping for joy as she realized Maka wasn't dead... Yet. "You guys'll have to catch up, I'm taking her there on Beezulbub, full speed. Liz, Patty, transform so I can put you in my bag." The twin pistols nodded in agreement and transformed, landing in my hands with ease.

~Maka pov~

'I can't go just yet, I need to stay here! If I die, what'll happen to everyone else? What about Kid? Will he go on living as if I had never been a part of his life? No, I can't think of that. I need to keep holding on, at least for a little longer. Let me gain conciousness, please, I need to talk to them all one last time.' I thought to myself. Everything around me was getting cold, really cold. I could just barely feel the warmth of someone's hands beneath my knee's, and on my shoulder. There was no way I was going to die, not until I told Kid how I felt about him. The wind rushing past, the grip tightening slightly, a low hum. I could feel all of those things, just not myself. My grasp was slipping, I was dying and I knew this would be the last time I ever got to feel someone else's warmth. I knew this was it, this was the end of my life. I had fun at least, I got to meet everyone. I got to hear Soul play the piano, see Black Star be the idiot he was, have Tsubaki be the best friend a person could ever ask for. There was no way I could forget about Kid. He was my life, my first crush, my first love. Liz and Patty, they were like sisters to me, we were so close, but I'd never see them again. It was all over, it was done. My time was out.

~Normal pov~

Her soul wavelength was fading, and quickly. Kid could feel it, seeing as she was pressed tightly against his chest as they hurried towards Death City. "Please, don't let her die." Kid murmured to himself, feeling even more numb as he realized this was the last time they'd ever get to see the tiny girl. She was almost gone, he knew for a fact that once her time ran out, he'd have to bring her to his father. Black Star and Tsubaki had managed to keep pace with the reaper, Soul hot on their heels. At most, Maka had ten minutes left.

"Kid!" Liz shouted from his bag. "You know you aren't going full speed! If you were, we'd've arrived already!" Patty chimed in at the end, shouting 'yeah, onee-chan's right!'. Kid knew her time was short, and he wanted to spend it with her, not cooped up in a hospital, waiting to know if she was going to live or not. "Hurry up, Kid! Do you want her to die?"

"No, I don't." Kid shouted back, pushing all his energy into the board as it sped up. Beezulbub was now flying at a pace where no one would've been able to tell he passed by until the rush of air came over them. Within minutes, the four had arrived at Death City and Kid was almost out of energy. "Just... A little... Farther." Kid panted out as he just barely made it to the hospital. "L-Liz..."

"I got it," Liz picked Maka up with ease, seeing as the girl weighed no more than a small kid. "Patty, let's go." They sped up the steps to the emergency room, just a Kid passed out.

~Time Skip, Maka's pov~

A jab here, another jab there. Where on earth am I? These jabs, stabs, pokes. Are they needles? Did someone take me to the hospital? Am I going to live, or am I going to die? Another jab, and another. They should really stop before I break those needles. 'Thanks, Shinigami-sama. If I do live longer, I will definantly stop treating Soul like he's some sort of alien monster living with me.' The corners of my mouth twitched into a smile and I could here yelling. Just a little more, please, a little more. I could wake up! I could surprise everyone with my quick recovery! Pushing, pushing, and more pushing. I could feel my eyes trying to open, but they wouldn't.

~To Kid and the gang, normal pov~

It was quiet, not a single sound except the tapping of computer keys, ringing phones, quiet talks between nurses. Every now and then, Soul and Kid caught snippets of the conversations going on around them. Most of the conversations seemed to involve Maka's name, and something about... Twitching, was it? Neither of them could tell. Sooner than later, Black Star got annoyed of the silence and spoke up, quietly.

"Hey, is anyone hungry? I can get some food, my treat." He offered, and looked around solemnly. Patty, Liz, Tsubaki, and Chrona raised their hands. Chrona had come to the hospital the moment word started to spread across Death City that the best scythe meister was dying. Black Star grimaced and left the waiting room, heading for the elevator that could take him down seven floors to the cafeteria.

"D-Do you guys think she'll b-be alright?" Chrona stuttered. He was shaking visibly, trying to hold in the pain that was tearing his heart apart. Ragnarok popped out of the boys back and silently spoke to the group.

"That cow will pull through. You'll see. She ain't as weak as you all think she is! I should know, I've been hit by her Maka-chop's more than once. Soul can relate to that too!" Ragnarok rubbed his cheek as he remembered the painful chops Maka gave to him everytime he flipped her skirt. "Just wait and see, she'll be fine." With that, he dissappeared again, leaving behind feelings of hope. Chrona had calmed down slightly at his partner's small outburst but everyone could see he was still shaking.

"I trust Ragnarok." Tsubaki spoke up, quietly of course. "We all know how strong Maka is, she'll definantly pull through." As Tsubaki was saying this, a nurse came rushing up to them. Whether it was good or bad news, no one could tell.

"Hello, everyone. I'm nurse Saiya. I've got some news for..." The young nurse looked down at the clipboard she was holding then back at the group. "Soul and Death the Kid. If you would, please come with me." She gestured for the two boys to follow her, and they quickly did. "I've got some good news and some bad news. Which would you like to hear first?"

"The bad news." Soul spoke for the both of them.

"The bad news is, Maka's in a coma." Soul clutched his head and leaned against the wall, he should've been with his meister, he shouldn't've done that horrible thing to her that night. "But, the good news is, she's recovering quite quickly. The last thing is, we don't exactly know when she'll wake up." The nurse smiled sadly and continued once again. "If either of you see Shinigami-sama or Maka's father, please tell them the news." Kid nodded and grasped Soul's arm, dragging him back the way they'd come.

"So, how is she?" Liz jumped up, a pack of half full frys landing on the ground.

"She's in a coma," all of them visibly gasped, "but, she's making a fast recovery. They just don't know when she'll come out of the coma." Soul finished. He was still clutching his head until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Soul, don't worry. I know my daughter and I also know that if she's truly like her mother, she'll be out of that coma in less than a week." Spirit was crying, but he'd managed to say that without a single pause. "I'm glad that she's recovering quickly though, I just hope it doesn't fall downhill again." Spirit attempted a small smile, which came out more as a grimace than an actual smile. "Kid, your father wants to see you. He's down in the foyer on the first floor." Kid nodded and quickly left the gang up there.

~Shinigami-sama and Kid~

Kid looked at his father as he arrived. "You wanted to see me, Father?" He stopped moving as he noticed the sad look on his fathers face; This wasn't a good sign.

"Kid, I'm sorry to say this at such a bad time, but, if Maka doesn't pull through within the next three days, we may have to pull the plug on her." Shinigami-sama sighed sadly and laid a hand on the boy's shoulder. "I'm very sorry." With that, he left.

Rin: Well, this sucks.

Kid: You had better make her live or so help me I will kill you!

Rin: We'll see, Kid. R&R please, people!