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CRACK!

Lucy's hand crashed into Virgo's face, snapping her head to the side.

"How could you?"

"I-I'm sorry, Lucy-"

CRACK!

"Don't you DARE call me by my name!"

"I'm sorry, mistress."

"You should have been watching, Virgo. You failed me..."

Virgo looks up and sees Lucy's legs crumple, the bones completely shattered, while her arms bend in places and directions that they were never meant to.

Lucy continues, "Look at what happens when you fail me."

Virgo wakes up, sobbing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"

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It had been three days. Three days since that spirit had dropped a crate on Lucy and put her in a coma. In that time, Virgo had made one trip back to the Celestial World to try to rest and relieve the pain from spending too much time in the Physical Plane.

That's when she'd had the nightmare.

Less than an hour of sleep in over three days was starting to take its toll on her. Her limbs felt like lead, and she had bags under her eyes so deep that it looked like she'd been punched.

Virgo looks Lucy over for the fifth time in the last minute.

Her legs were completely covered in casts. The impact had pulverized the bones, and it was practically guaranteed that her legs would never work properly again. Her right arm was also in a full cast: every bone in that arm and half of them in that hand had broken in at least one place. Her left arm was casted from just below the elbow to the base of her fingers. Each of the bones in that forearm had broken in two places, and a quarter of the bones in her hand had broken. She also had a back brace to support a few cracked disks in her lower back, and a cast on her chest for seven broken ribs. To complete the ensemble, she had bandages wrapped all around her head, covering everything except her face.

It was a miracle she had even survived.

Why? Why would that… that Thing do this to her? What possible reason could it have had? Virgo doesn't know, and she doesn't really care. Thinking hurts.

Throughout the day, people stop by to check on Lucy. Occasionally, one tries to get Virgo's attention. She ignores them. It's always the same.

Eat something.

Get some rest.

She can't eat, not while Lucy's like this.

She can't sleep, not while Lucy's like this.

A while later, she hears somebody else enter. She ignores them too.

Then she gets thrown out the window.

She lands flat on her back on the street below. After a minute, she staggers to her feet, exhaustion having rendered her eyes dull and her limbs heavy.

As she starts to turn back towards the hospital, she sees somebody else land in the street, although they land on their feet. After a few moments, her brain registers who it is that's standing there.

'Warren'.

Rage fills Virgo's eyes, and energy fills her limbs.

"YOU!"

Virgo throws a punch with all her might, pounding 'Warren' into the ground.

"YOU TOOK LUCY FROM ME!"

Virgo picks him up and pounds him with an uppercut, flinging him into the air.

"I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!"

As he falls back down, she punches him as hard as she can, sending him flying into the distance.

Or at least that's what should have happened.

Instead, on the final hit, 'Warren' catches her fist, then does a twisting maneuver that plants his feet and flips Virgo over him, slamming her on her back.

He steps back with a smirk.

"My my, someone's feisty today."

Virgo staggers back to her feet.

"SHUT UP!"

Virgo leaps at him with a wild haymaker, but he steps aside and swings a leg up, tripping her and sending her tumbling through the air and into the side of a building.

"Can't we just talk like two civilized spirits? I mean, she isn't dead, right? If she is, then that crate was a lot heavier than it looked."

"No, she's not dead. She's just in a FREAKING COMA, and will probably NEVER WALK AGAIN!"

Charging out of the rubble, she tackles him to the ground, whereupon she proceeds to start whaling on him, blow after blow pounding into his face.

Five minutes later, she peters out and stops, breathing heavily.

"You done yet? Yeesh, you've got stamina, I'll give you that."

Virgo leaps to her feet and picks him up by the front of his shirt.

"Of course, your blows are lacking-"

Virgo punches him in the face.

"Strength. You see what I mean? I barely even felt that."

"SHUT UP!"

Virgo throws all her strength into a punch, aimed at his smug grin.

A punch that he stops with a single finger.

"And that, my friend, is the problem with spending too much time in the Physical Plane without a body native to it. It saps your strength to the point that you can hardly fight. That's why I have this whole possession shtick. I keep all my powers as a Celestial Spirit, but become immune to the side effects of the Physical Plane."

Virgo, face contorted in hatred and tears of anger streaming down her face, says, "I swear I'll end you if it's the last thing I do!"

Warren looks amused at that. "Good luck," he says incredulously. "Well, it's been fun, but I really have to go."

Warren walks away, leaving Virgo to collapse onto her knees. She bends forward and pounds the ground, "DAMN IT!"

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but that ending was just too perfect to pass up.

Also: Yes, I know that that probably isn't a very realistic set of injuries for a crate of indeterminate weight being dropped on your head, but that's how it worked out in my mind.