Trading Places (A Soul Eater Fanfiction)

Part 5: Storm's End

         Part 5, alright. Enjoy guys. :)
  

        "Soul!" Blair shouted! She ran up, and saw Soul on the ground, blood spilling from his chest.
        "Come on Crona." Said a woman. "He's as good as dead."
        "You!" Blair shouted. "Get back here!"
        "There's a girl over there shouting at me, I don't think I can deal with a girl."
        "Halloween Cannon!" Blair's attack landed just behind Crona.
        "Waaah!" He shouted. Running faster.
        "No, good! Soul!" She bent down. "Soul what happened!" When she got no response, she tried using her magic to heal him.
        "Please let this work." She focused all her energy to perform the healing spell, but unfortunately healing magic wasn't her strength.
        "Oh no! I was only strong enough to slow the bleeding, he's still hurt! I need help!"
  

        Maka and Blair ran as fast as they could. Maka was panicking. One minute he was trying to kiss her, and the next he was getting himself killed!
        "Is somebody there with him?" Maka asked, panting.
        "Spirit was nearby with Stein. They're taking care of him." Blair replied. "There!"
       "Soul!" Maka shouted. By now they had Soul on a stretcher. And an ambulance was ready to take him to a hospital. His shirt and jacket were removed, and blood-stained bandages covered his chest. Stein was talking to Spirit, and there were two people by the ambulance.
        "Soul,.." Maka whispered. She touched his face, tears streaming down her face. "Soul, oh no!" She sobbed.
        "It's okay, Maka." Stein said. He's going to be okay."
        "What happened?" She asked
        "It looks like Soul had an encounter with the Demon Sword. Ragnorok."
        "The Demon Sword?"
         "It's alright, he'll survive. I know it."
        "He is?" She asked looking up.
        "Trust me," he said.
        "Thank you, Professor." Maka said. She looked down at Soul. His breathing seemed normal.
        "Please be okay." Maka whispered, wondering if he could hear her. "Please come back home." She kissed his forehead, and stepped aside. And she watched as the paramedics lifted him into the ambulance, and drove off.
         "They turned on the sirens." Blair said. That's a good sign." Maka merely nodded in response.
         "Oh Maka, don't be sad, Dr. Stein said he'll survive!"
        "It's all my fault." Maka muttered. "I hurt his feelings. I rejected him. That's why he went out. And if I hadn't been such a baby about it, he would've never been hurt." Blair sighed, took on her cat form and leaped onto Maka's shoulder. Nuzzling her for comfort.
         "Maka." Spirit said walking up.
        "Hi Papa." Maka said. He smiled down at his daughter and petting her head.
         "Here." He said, handing her a bouquet of flowers.
         "What are the flowers for?"
         "I don't know, they're not from me."
         "What?" She asked taking the flowers. White roses. Only one person knew exactly what her favorite flowers were.
        "Soul? Soul bought them?" Spirit nodded.
        "They were laying next to him when we got here, along with this card. It isn't legible though.
        Maka hugged the roses, and began crying again.
        "He really does love me..."

        And there you go, part 5. Again sorry for the short chapters.  :(