A/N: Well, I decided to write some random stuff. This is what I got. Warning: Allen is extremely OOC.
Disclaimer: I don't own DGM!
Lenalee had last seen Allen on Friday, and she almost wished it still was Friday. On Friday, Allen had looked vibrantly alive, a permanent smile graced his face, his red hair framed pale skin, and bright silver eyes topped it off. Lenalee didn't understand that could all change in the course of four days. When Lenalee walked into the classroom on Wednesday, she hadn't noticed, at first, that the person wearing the dark hoodie in the corner of the room was Allen. Allen normally wore jeans and a long sleeved shirt, and Lavi had teased him the week before about how he never wore hoodies. When Lavi came in and glomped said hoodie-person while yelling "ALLEN!" Lenalee had been surprised. It just wasn't like the ever naive, and outgoing Allen to 'hide'. So Lenalee paid Allen a visit.
"Allen? Are you okay?" she questioned, trying to get a decent look under Allen's hood. He was looking at his desk, seemingly too scared to meet her eyes.
"I'm fine," his response came quickly with a bland tone. Lavi and Lenalee exchanged glances.
"Glad to be out of the hospital?" Lavi asked. Lenalee had heard that Allen was in the hospital, which wasn't surprising considering Allen had Cross as a guardian.
"Yeah," too short, too curt.
"Allen? What happened?" Lenalee murmured, knowing how Allen didn't like bothering his friends with his problems.
"Nothing, don't worry," Allen looked up this time, and gave her an attempt at a smile. Lenalee had gasped. She felt terrible for it, but there was no way to avoid it. His once auburn hair had become a blank shade of white, while his skin somehow managed to become paler. One side of his face was covered in bandages that started at his forehead, and swept down to meet his neck. His silvery eyes more closely resembled Kanda's than his own. They had faded to a dark, bland shade of gray.
"Allen!" Lenalee exclaimed, equally horrified and scared by the drastic change in his appearance. She stood there, trembling while her mind conjured up explanations for Allen's change. "What-"
"It's nothing, don't worry," Allen's eyes remained dull, and Lenalee's chest ached, because she knew Allen didn't trust her. Allen was a strong person, but he retained his strength by blocking everyone else out. Lenalee wondered, if only for a moment, whether she wanted to know what was going on in Allen's head. But she knew better, Allen understood pain she never would, nor did she want to.