A/N: Wow, I wrote this a year ago? I guess you guys deserve a bigger (and better) update than this :P I apologize greatly.

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater

Warnings: Rated M (cursing, lemons, dark themes)

Au secours, je suis vivant (Help, I'm alive)

Maka didn't fit her voice.

Soul was expecting someone a lot younger. Her voice was childish and bright, despite her dangerous illness. His blood-red eyes softened when he saw her struggling to make her way towards him. Her feet shuffled almost silently across the floor, her IV clattering noisily behind her.

"Soul," She breathed, smiling when she saw him. He almost wondered what she thought. She may have already seen him on TV, but in person he was still pretty intimidating. "Are you okay?"

He swallowed back the sudden lump in his throat. Her dirty bonde pigtails were put up with red ribbons and her nightgown hung loose at her sides. She had a thin form, no doubt a side-effect of her disease. She was...cute.

"I'm fine," A small smile found its way onto his lips, "You should be in bed resting." He struggled to sit up, biting down a gasp as pain shot up his frame. Maka's eyes widened, too experienced in hiding pain, and tried to hurry as she sat next to him. She brought a shaky hand up to his face.

"May I?"

Soul nodded, confused as to what she was planning on doing. His breath hitched as she brought up a small, dainty hand and pushed some hair from his face. She reached into the pocket of her hospital gown and pulled out a headband. "Here," She whispered, reaching up and placing it in his hair. "This will keep the hair out of your face." A light blush dusted her cheeks and she glanced away.

He grinned and reached up, gently ruffling her hair, ignoring her attempts to swat him away. "Is that the first thing you noticed about me? My messy hair?"

Maka's blush deepened and she shook her head. "N-No! Of course not! I just thought it could get bothersome!"

"Do you always carry around a headband?" He watched her as she became more and more flustered.

"N-No! I just saw some of your pictures and figured your hair was probably bothering you!"

Soul smiled. "How thoughtful,"

Maka thought Soul was particularly handsome.

His hair was a disheveled mess, but its snow white colour intrigued her. His red irises startled her for a moment, but she quickly got used to it as she sat up close, her hands brushing against his soft, messy locks.

He spoke with such ease, she was nearly jealous. His British accent hung at the edges of his words and she found it to be attractive. She could've sat there and listened to him speak all day. Or imagine if he read her favorite books out loud—that would be Heaven.

She took a deep breath as a small pregnant paused bloomed between them. She wasn't here to just enjoy some fancy eye-candy. No, she was here because she heard the pain that laced itself into his words and movements. She could notice when the corner's of his eyes would cringe as another flare of pain shot up his body.

"Let me help you," She murmured, holding out her hand for him to take. "Let someone take care of you while you're here. It's okay to accept someone caring about you."

He looked away. Had she been listening to his fights with the nurses? "I don't need no damn medication, you lazy bat!" "...What can you do?" He hadn't meant for it to sound mean, but he couldn't ignore the flinch that crossed her tiny features. "I didn't mean for it to sound like that, I apologize."

His mannerisms, she thought, were sweet. He was polite, well-mannered. As if he had come from a prestigious background. "I can't do anything like a doctor," She raised a single pointer finger and traced the bruise on his face. She smiled brightly. "But, I can be here for moral support."

He couldn't help but smile back. "I can always be there for you, too,"

"I mean," she stuttered, eyes widening when she realized how close they had become. She pulled back and quickly sat on her hands, face bright red. "I know we've only known each other for a little while, but I would still like to help you!" She looked up at him through her long eyelashes, "Because...I think of Soul as a friend!"

That took him by surprise. His heart seemed to skip a beat and the monitor next to him seemed to agree as it beeped noisily at him. "I-I..." Shoulders drooping into a more relaxed position, he nearly glowed with the prospect of having a friend. He didn't remember any of his from before the accident, but they couldn't have been very good friends if they didn't show up to help with his identity. "I would like that very much."

Maka beamed and held out her hand once more. "Do you trust me?"

In this world of uncertainty and unknown depths of darkness, he needed someone to lean on. He needed someone to trust and to hang on to when he broke down at night, more alone and afraid than he had ever been in his life. He took her hand and entwined their fingers together—smooth against calloused. "Yes," His face brightened, "As long as you can trust me too. I can't do much to help in this condition, but," He shrugged and grinned, "I'll always come to help if you need me."

"What about after one of us is discharged?" Maka lowered her hand and her bangs fell in front of her eyes. "Can we still be friends?"

"We'll just promise to keep visiting each other," Soul said. "Just because one of us gets better doesn't mean we can leave the other hanging, right?"

Maka nodded. She was about to reply when she heard footsteps from down the hall. "Crap!" She struggled to get up and leaned on her IV pole for support. Just as she reached the door, slowly and painfully, she turned back and threw a smile over her shoulder. "Thanks for letting me visit, Soul. I hope you feel better!"

He raised a hand and settled back into his sheets. A few silent moments later, a nurse came in to check his wounds and give him more painkillers. He dozed to sleep quickly, tranquility soothing his broken body.

That smile relieved him of his nightmares that night.

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