SoMa at last

chapter 31

Maka's pov

When I woke up, everything was white and my first thought was:

oh my god, I'm dead.

But as the drowsiness started to wear off and I started to see better, color came into the room. I blinked a few times. God I felt awful.

I felt a pit in my stomach, an insistent and nagging pain. It tickled my stomach and I tasted vile in my throat. I started gagging and turned to my side to puke on the side of the hospital bed. Luckily someone stuck a trash can under me right as I began to vomit so there wasn't a huge, gross mess on the floor. Someone was pulling the hair out of my face as well.

I spit out the last drops of vile from my mouth and sank back against the pillow.

"Glad you're finally awake princess."

It was Soul, sitting on the left side of my bed.

He was all bandaged up; a few bandages on his forehead and cheek, a wrap around his thigh, and his arm was in a sling.

"you look like hell." I tell him.

He actually laughed a little, "Compared to you, I look like a saint."

"Thanks, that's a real confidence booster." I say sarcastically.

Before I knew it Soul was tackling me In a kiss so pleasurable and exciting, it filled my body with warmth and made the pain temporarily go away.

"I'm glad you're ok Maka." He says, and I see the relief flood his eyes.

"Same goes to you, baka." I say with a small smile. "You had me scared for a moment. What was with you almost dying on me back there. I thought we had a deal."

"Um pretty sure that deal only applied to you, and you almost died on me so I kinda thought fair is fair you know?"

"As long as you never do it again, I think we will be just fine." I tugged his collar towards me and our lips connected for another honey-sweet kiss. When we pulled away, I got a chance to really evaluate myself.

I had a few bumps and scrapes on my face and arms, along with a few broken fingers on my right hand. My back was killing me and my legs. . . my legs. . .

A blanket was covering them but I tried to move my toes. I couldn't tell if they were moving or not. I couldn't feel them.

Panic surged in my throat and I grasped for Soul's hand resting on the bed.

"Soul." I say, trying to keep my panic under control but miserably failing.

"What's up maka?" He says, then sees the panic laced in my features and the smile was wiped clean from his face.

"Soul." I say again, fear, panic, and worry laced in his name.

"Maka what's wrong?"

"Soul, I can't feel my legs. I cant feel them!" I say, my voice cracking. I wanted to cry and I let a few hysterical breaths slip out.

He caressed my face and hushed me, pulling my head into his chest. He uttered reassurances like I was going to be ok, but I knew he was lying. This wasn't right.

I took deep breaths and calmed down. I had to stay positive and wait to hear the full story. Where were the doctors. . . where was Stein? There was no way in hell he was dead, he's too stubborn for that plus the best miester this city has. I wanted to know every last detail about everything that went down on the other people's ends. How many were dead? What's the collateral damage?