Ah, i saw Robin Hood today, and my story doesn't really fit in with the dead of Allan...
So, I don't care, i'll just make something up to make it fit anyways. How hard can it be!
Oh my god, all those deaths, makes you want to bring some more back to life.
But I'll stay with Allan for a while (:
It didn't take long before the fever that Allan had from his wounds came back, and by then he had only reached Paris. He damned his own life from what over came him, but there was someone willing to help him.
Allan has been sitting on the filthy ground in Paris for a few hours, he's coughing, blood, his wounds haven't healed yet. His face is white and his eyes red. He breaths heavily, his journey to Paris hadn't gone as planned, he had been unable to find any work and no one understood him. He had hardly slept, always waking up from nightmares about what could have happened to his friends back at Nottingham, he dreams of any dangerous and shocking event, for he had no idea.
Allan feels like a beggar, he isn't strong enough tot stand up and steal some money, that was what he did best in Nottingham.
A man walks past him, different from everyone else he stops. His face is different, his eyes are lighter than anything Allan has ever seen, grayish, but almost white. They are narrow and so is his mouth and his eyebrows. He can be older than Allan. They stare at each other, Allan with his sick puppy look, and the strange man wit some kind of pitiful look, but he isn't good at it.
Allan is crawled together, cold, but the sun is shining hot.
"You look sick." The man says, he sits down on his legs and reaches out with one hand to Allan's forehead.
Allan doesn't move, he eels that the fever is winning over his arms and legs, sweat falls down his forehead, and the man only feels a few seconds.
"You're burning up."
Allan wants to reply, but he chooses not to.
The man stands up, reaches out his hand and smiles. "You have a fever."
Allan has no idea what the man wants, but how can he refuse help, it's not like everyone in Paris wants to take a filthy beggar in. he misses old times.
"Let me help you, please!"
Just now Allan notices that the man was speaking English, not even with an accent. Perfect English, with some Scottish pronunciations, like "r" and his "u". He stands up, leaning to the wall so he won't fall down.
Allan thinks it sounded logical to come with the stranger, because all he wants is to get better. The man is nice to bring him into his house, it isn't very big, but Allan can life with just a roof above his head. The man has servants, who help Allan and care for him while the man goes out again.
Is the man planning something with him? Allan first thoughts are, but he stops thinking when he is given a warm bath and a whole lot of food. The first night is not without nightmares but he feels better the next day, the fever is still around.
The next day Allan wakes when one of the servants comes in to bring him food. She does know about his low capability to speak French, she can talk a bit English herself.
"Good, you're awake!" She says and lays a plate in front of Allan on the bed. It's not like Allan suspected from a bed in France, he thought to see all the colors and different nice details, but this was just a normal bed, a normal house. Servants and a lot of Luxury, not much different from the Locksley mansion. "You're very lucky that Monsieur Lenco found you." She tells, Allan now knows the Lord of the mansion's name: Lenco. "He does this some times. Picking up very, very ill from the streets, he says he can heal them..." She paused. "I pray for you."
"Pray for me? 'Ow is that so?" Allan redeems himself, allowing himself to get back into old habits.
"He takes those that are already dead, they always die. To be honest, you're not looking very well."
Allan has to agree, he isn't feeling any better since his parents left him, since the fever struck him down. He feels his condition has only gotten worser. Although his sense have come back.
Now, lets heal him and bring him back to the gang 3 shall we?
