I wake up to a scream. There's a beautiful woman looming over me, her face the image of concern. There's a moment of mutual shock, and then she shrieks again. I try to stand and try to calm her, but I'm too weak even to stand. Instead, I give her a wry smile and say, "think you could call me some help? I'm afraid I may be dying."

"Right." She seems a little less panicked now, which is good. I watch her fumble with her phone, and her fingers shake as she dials 911. Even in this state, she's lovely. Her face gives off this impression of an incredible kindness, which of course only adds to her beauty. I smile as the world fades out again.

Lenalee~

I wring my hands nervously as I sit by the hospital bed. The boy in it is unconscious and hooked up to an IV. The doctors told me he was starving. I hadn't realized when I first saw him, but he's bone thin. I'm just glad I found him when I did.

"nnnn"

I jump, startled, and yell for a nurse. The boy's eyes flutter open for a moment, but he winces them shut when he sees the light. I stand and put my hand on his to assure him. "The nurse is coming."

He moans. "Am I in a hospital?"

"How observant of you."

"Shit. I can't pay for this."

"That should not be your first concern when you wake up in a hospital bed."

Before he could respond, the nurse came in and ushered me out. She said that visiting hours were over and I'd simply have to come back the next day.

Allen~

Once I regained consciousness fully, the nurse insisted on questioning me. Apparently I had passed out from exposure, but she was more concerned about me weight. I had to explain that, yes, I am completely sure I'm not anorexic one time too many. I'm just poor, homeless, and too proud to steal or go to a shelter. She frowned when I said homeless.

"Sorry, I'm not entirely sure how I'm gonna pay for this either. Wasn't my idea."

Her eyes softened a bit. "Don't worry kid. I think you'll find that won't be a problem." She flashed a knowing smile and walked out of the room.

Alone with my thoughts, I felt myself slipping back into my usual rhythm. I listened to the slow, steady beeping of the medical equipment. The slow pace soon lulled me to sleep as I counted one... two... three.

I wake up in the morning to the girl from the day before sitting by my bed. Her face lights up when she sees me. God she's pretty

"Morning sleepyhead." She smiles. I look away, my face growing hot. Thankfully, I seem to have regained my strength overnight as I manage to push myself up into a sitting position. Looking back to her with a quizzical look, I have to ask,

"Who... are you?"

"Right, sorry. I'm Lenalee Lee, the girl who found you passed out in an alley."

"Sorry we had to meet lilke that. I've never actually passed out before."

"It's fine, just don't do it again." There is laughter in her voice, I'm greatful to find.

We sit in silence for a few minutes. I roll her name around in my head. It felt vaguely familiar, as though it was tied to some distant memory. Just as I surrender to the fact that I'm not going to figure it out, it comes to me. I'm suddenly thrown back to high school, talking about girls with a gang of other boys. One of them brings up the name Lenalee, the rich and pretty sister of the chairman of the city's university. Gorgeous, wealthy, and slightly older, she was our perfect girl without a doubt.

Back in reality, I look up at the real live perfect girl sitting next to me. The fact that she was still there made her even more perfect. She's gorgeous, wealthy, older, and impossibly kind.

"Hey uh..."

"Yes?" she jumps and looks down at me.

"You wouldn't happen to be the Lenalee Lee would you?"

"The one and only." Her expression dropped a bit. "I guess I should've figured you'd recognize me."

Before I could reply, the nurse bustled into the room. Beaming, she announced, "Allen Walker, you're free to go." I sighed with relief and set about switching my hospital gown for some proper clothing. Being back in my old rags was both disappointing and comforting.

Outside the room, I'm shocked to find Lenalee leaning against the wall and holding the scarf she gave me. We stop and stare at each other. I'm frozen with shock and her face is made of pure determination. She steps forward and puts her scarf around my neck once again. "Don't try to fight it, you're coming home with me."

Was this incredibly late? yes. Do I have an excuse? no. I'm just lazy. Anyway thanks for reading. Reviews are appreciated