My Name is Haley (soul eater fanfic)

Chapter 10

"M-Maka?" I coughed out. Everything was still pretty blurry. Maka helped me sit up.

"What happened to you!?" She said, noticing the cuts on my face.

"It-it w-was my d-dad.."

"But Soul said that you told him that he gave up is search."

"That's what I thought..."

"C'mon. I'm taking you to Stein so you can get stitches." Maka helped me up, and helped me walk. I was still dizzy, everything was still burry. I couldn't walk straight on my own. I held my head as I walked. Maka kept giving me concerned glances.

As we walked, Maka got a sudden look on her face, like when you remember something you meant to say, but forgot.

"If you said you had a place to stay, why were you outside..?" She questioned me.

"I-uhhhhhh." I looked down.

She sighed, "You can stay with Soul and me for a bit."

"I-I c-couldn't....."

"Yes you can. I insist."

"O-ok...."

"Good." Maka looked satisfied with herself.

I guess I would be all that bad. At least you had a place to stay, rather than just an alley. An actual blanket and pillow to sleep on. That would be awesome.

After a bit, we made it to Stein's house. I had made friends with Stein a little, he knew about my dad. Stein acted more as a father rather than a friend.

"Stein!!!" Maka yelled while knocking on the door. Stein came eventually.

"Yes what is it, Maka?" He kept his gaze away from us, then looked to see us. "Oh my..," Stein said, examining the cuts on my face, "come inside girls." He said and walking inside.

We followed him, Maka still helping me walk. My vision cleared, but I still felt lightheaded.

Maka set me down on a table. I looked around Stein's house, waiting for him to return.

Stein came back in with a needle and thread. I watched him as he walked in.

"You sure you don't want me to give you any pain medications?" He asked before we started.

"No. I'm good."

"Alright," he bent down to my level, so he could see the cuts better in order to stitch them. "This will hurt, are you sure?" I shone my head in response. "Ok...you ready for the stitches?"