A/N I started writing this fic a short while ago, because my sister bribed me to write her a NaLu story. So, Sasha, this is for you.

Am I to blame... or is he?

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He's his own person. I'm not his caretaker, or his mother.

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I guess it probably is my fault. I should have known better than to expect to get off the train on his own.

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I'm going to apologize. That is, if he wakes up. Please, Natsu. Wake up.

His heart rate was becoming slower by the second. His bleeding wasn't getting any better, either. He was mangled up, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"WENDY!" the girl sobbed, "YOU HAVE TO LET ME SEE HIM! I CAN HELP YOU! Please... PLEASE!" The girl, a blonde, was drenching her clothes with her diamond-like droplets of sorrow.

"I'm sorry, you can't...," the petite healer replied, somberly.

The girl paid no heed, and broke through the door. "Natsu," she whispered, running up to her unconscious and injured friend, "I'm so, so sorry... I'm here for you!" She kneeled by his side, hoping for his recovery, so that this whole mess would end.

-~Natsu's POV~-

What happened? What's going on? Where am I? Oh, that's Lucy down there! Hey, why's she crying? Who did this to you, Luce!? I'll beat 'em up! Hold on a sec... that's me down there! But I'm up here, how's that possible? Could it be... am I... dead? Impossible! I wouldn't die that easily... would I? I need to live! For the guild! For Lucy... Please, God, Buddha, Muhammed, or whatever! Let me live!