Lucy normal bright color was faded to the same paleness as mine, but even then, her aurora was as dazzling as the sun. I was so happy to finally see her, to finally see that one of my closest friends were ok. Her arm was in a blue sling, a few scratches decorated her face, but besides that she looked in good health.

Gajeel sat down in a chair beside Natsu, with me still in his arm. "Levy! I'm so glad you're ok!" she beamed.

"Sorry if she can't really talk, she hasn't been able to actually drink something since this morning. Doc gave her something weird to drink and I guess that's been helping her throat." Gajeel said as I sat comfortably in his lap, slightly turned so I can see Lucy. His grip on me was loose but firm, holding me close to him, as if I would fall apart if he let me go.

"I'm getting better." I hoarsely said looking up at the pierced face, who looked down at me with a frown.

"You should still try not to talk until you're better." He said, worry written all over his face. A smile tugged at my lips, but I tried my best to keep it away.

Why am I happy that he's worried about me or that he's holding me protectively in his arms?

"I'm pretty sure she's ok, Gajeel." Natsu spoke up.

"Shut up fire head!"

"Thanks, Natsu." I smiled at the pink haired boy. His shoulders hung low just like Gray's did earlier and his hair was mess from him running his fingers through it. Anyone could tell that he feels guilty, it was written all over his face. "How are you feeling, Lev?" he asked with a small smile.

"Better, thank you."

"Your leg cast is cool. It's red, you should let me sign it later." He smiled warmly.

"Of course! I would love your autograph." I giggled hoarsely.

The room became quiet after that, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, it was comfortable, peaceful. Letting the guilty, feel at slightly at peace.

"Is it ok, if Levy and I talk alone for a while guys?" Lucy asked, shifting in her bed.

"Yea, but don't talk for too long. Visiting hours are going to end soon and I don't want that mean ol' lady to fuss me out again." Gajeel said standing up slowly with me.

Lucy scooted over in her bed, making room for me, as Gajeel lowered me down beside her. "I'll be back in a few minutes." He reassured before sliding his arms from under me. Even though he didn't want to leave, he left, but not without looking back at us first, to make sure we were still in the same spot.

The room was quiet after both guys left, but as soon as we knew they were out of earshot, Lucy started to talk.

"Gajeel feels guilty." She said as I slowly turned on my side to face her.

"What do you mean?"

"Natsu feels the same way and he told me that Gajeel feels guilty too."

"I can understand Natsu but why Gajeel?" I asked curious.

"He let you leave his sight and you got hurt. He couldn't do anything and he felt helpless. Natsu feels the same way."

Of course he couldn't do anything, it was an accident, so there's absolutely no reason for him to feel guilty. "I still don't understand why he feels that way. It makes no sense, he couldn't do anything, anyway."

Lucy huffed out an irritated breath and looked at me with serious eyes, "It's because he loves you stupid and you love him!"

My eyes slowly grew wide as her words sunk into my brain, as I tried my best to comprehend them. There's no way! There's no way, I love Gajeel and he couldn't possibly love me! He may like me a little bit but love….I don't think so. We're just close friends, that's it.

"I don't love him!" I defended feeling my cheeks grow warm.

"Oh yea?" she asked with a quirked eyebrow and a sly smile.

"Yea! I do not have feelings for him."

"Then why did you call out for him after the crash?"

"Wh-What?" I asked surprised by her words. I called out for him? When? Where? "How do you know this?"

Her eyebrows scrunched together, and her eyes became serious, as if trying to remember what happened. She let out a shaky breath before talking, "I didn't blackout right away, but everything was a haze and I remember my head spinning like crazy. It made me uncontrollably nauseous, but I remember most of what happened. When the car hit us, you screamed so loud my ears rung, and I remember the car spinning like crazy. When the paramedics came and got us out of the car, we were both a bit deranged but you were a lot more than me because you hit your head. The sight…the sight of the blood on the window…made me sick. You hit your head…and I….you looked like you were in so much pain, but while the paramedics were putting us on the gurney's I could hear you. Even though you were mumbling, I heard you say his name. Nothing else, just his name over and over again."

What? I repeatedly said his name while I was unconscious? There's no way! Why would I say his name of all people? Just thinking about it made my head thump with dull pain, and my eyes close in irritation.

"You ok, Levy?"

"Yea, it's just my head. Every time I try to think, the same pain resurfaces, but it's not as painful as last time."

She frowned at me, clasping my hand. She didn't say anything but I knew what she was thinking. We would get through this pain together and everything will go back to normal soon. "Your voice is sounding better."

"Yea, but I think Gajeel's right. I shouldn't talk so much, for now." I said softly, feeling the pain starting to surge back in my throat.

Lucy gave me a sweet smile, holding my hand tighter, not wanting to stop the conversation. "I saw everyone today, so I'm pretty sure they came to see you too. Max brought his broom with him for some strange reason and I saw Kinana and Nab and pretty much half of the University." She giggled shaking her head in amusement.

She continued to talk, telling me about all the conversations she had today with everyone, knowing that I don't want the conversation to end either. Her voice was cheerful and filled with energy, as if nothing had happened, until we both started to get tired. We laid in a comfortable silence, letting our breathing do the talking for us. My eyes started droop, but I tried my best to keep them open, not wanting to go to sleep just yet. I didn't want to leave my best friend, it was too soon and we were just reunited, but It wasn't long before our time was up and the guys came back in.

Their footsteps were light as if not to disturb the sleeping injured, and stopped. They whispered to each other for a while, too low for me to hear, but I didn't care. I was too tired and reluctant to leave, to care.

"Alright shorty, time to go." Gajeel softly said gently picking me up from the bed. I grumbled and moaned in defiance like a child who's not ready to leave a sleepover. "Don't give me that, you know you have to go back. You'll see her tomorrow."

I was limp in his arm, my head resting heavily in the crook of his neck, as he carried me back to my room. But I didn't want to go, I wanted to stay there in his arms, where I could smell the intoxicating scent of him and metal. But no, I had to be put back into my hospital bed, without the bright aura of my best friend and without the warmth of Gajeel.

"Night," he said smoothing out the blanket that was wrapped around me earlier. He can't leave just yet, not while I'm still kind-of awake. Without thinking, my hand shot out to grab his shirt, before he could turn around and leave.

"Wait. Please, don't go just yet." I whispered. He looked down at me with a shock and confused look, that then turned into a stern look.

"Visiting hours are almost up and you need your rest, shrimp."

"Please?" I pouted, giving him the best puppy dog look I could muster in my tired state. I watched his resolve shatter and him give in. He cursed under his breath as he slumped in a chair closest to my bed, in defeat, while I mentally danced with victory.

"I'm going to pay you back for that, shorty." He mumbled running his hands through his hair. I just grunted, acknowledging his threat but also dismissing it, not caring for the consequences right now.

"Gajeel?"

"Hmm?"

"Could you sing me a song?" I asked watching his face grow in astonishment at my question. I could tell he was hesitant and unsure about what to do next, but his sense of pride started to overtake it.

"Why of course I can shrimp. You asked the right person and you should be lucky that you're getting such an one-on-one singing experience with me." His cocky grin spread across his face.

"I'm sure, I am." I rolled my eyes, slightly regretting my request. He cleared his throat, opening his mouth, but quickly shut it. "What's wrong?" I asked curious of his sudden hesitation.

"Do you have a special request?" he asked with a grin. The scene of my dream popped up of him singing, 'You are My Sunshine'. The sudden urge to request that song was so powerful, that I was surprised I didn't blurt it out, but with all my might I kept it in.

It's not the right time to ask for that, and he'll probably look at me strange or think I'm weird for requesting such a sappy song. So, swallowing my urge, I said, "you choose, maestro."

He gave me an eager smile, rubbing his chin, thinking of a song to sing. "I got it! Are you ready?"

Nodding my head, I scooting closer to the edge of my bed, not wanting to miss a tune, from the rough man. He hummed a jazzy tune, adding in a few shooby-do-bops, before singing. His words were rough, but his tune was smooth and his words was like a video that played in my head. I closed my eyes, picturing the story he told with his lyrics.

It was a story of a dragon with an iron heart who was grumpy and mean, but then he met a blue fairy who changed his world and quickly chipped away at the iron that encased his heart. They traveled the world together on wild adventures, causing trouble and battling trouble.

"I like this a lot better than my dream." I mumbled, as I let sleep overtake me.

"Huh?" he asked, but it was too late. My dreams were already pulling me in.