His Heart Of Iron

10-Guild's Laughter

Ever since the job Levy went on with Gajeel, she had never came back. The Guild's laughter and loudness began to die down. Lucy had a permanent look on her face, a rather sad one.

Now Gajeel, he hadn't been seen since that mission. He was way too busy with his 1,000,000J's.

"M-Malatory..." He stuttered, slamming his hand down on the ground. "Is she any better today?" Gajeel asked his friend. "Gajeel, she is not better. I can find a cure though! I mastered brewery in EastCourt U." Malatory spoke, Gajeel grumbled under his breath. "I have to go, keep an eye on her. And don't hurt her. Or you will be dead." Gajeel threatened, Malatory squeaked and stomped away.

He arrived at the CP rather early. "What do you need sir?" A nice man asked from behind the counter. "A tickle monster cure." Gajeel grumbled, he just wanted his Levy back. His mate. His true love. "Oh. 500,000J's please." He spoke, placing the cure in a bag. "Sure." Gajeel placed the J's down on the cart and took his bag. He walked back to his house.

Once he arrived, Pantherlily looked down at the paper bag, wondering if he had started drugs.

Gajeel stomped his way up to Levy's room, the laughter ringing through his ears. He thought as he made the way to her room, he had recently heard her coughing, so when she coughed laughter was being forced through her lungs, and her head must hurt so bad. And she couldn't really move.

He walked in the room and ran at her. He attacked the bag open, her face had a open frown with laughter that had gaps and squeaks coming from it. Her face was beyond the color red, and she was holding her stomach.

Gajeel opened the bag and filled a dropper all the way to the brim with the medicine. He poured it down her throat and within a minute her laughing died. She opened her eyes for once, they were bloodshot. He gave her a, long, passionate kiss, then picked her up. She nuzzled her face into his neck.

Gajeel set her on the counter, then made a cup of water and put Ibuprofen at the back of her throat. Levy squeaked, then took the medicine and gulped down the water.

He carried her to his bedroom and set her down. "Levy, get some rest..." Gajeel frowned, he played with her hair as she held her head. "My head hurts so bad..." Levy whined. "It's okay..." he answered, rubbing her forehead. "What has happened at the guild?" Her soft voice rang though his ears, he had longed to hear that voice. "I don't know, I haven't went..." "Can we go tomorrow?" She asked, her eyelids drooping. "Anything you want, princess."
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