Chapter 9
"We need to move." Kanda said.
Allen woke and grabbed his stuff. "You need to go slowly. We can stay another day if you want to heal some."
"No, we need to get back."
Allen nodded. "Just say if you need a break."
"Let's just go, I'm moved farther in worse conditions."
Kanda held his stomach as they walked, he had forgone his muscle shirt and just wore his jacket.
They walked a far ways when Allen requested a break for them, Kanda looked pale.
"No, we need to keep moving. We are exposed here." Kanda snapped.
"Let me see your stitches." Allen ordered.
"I don't need you to doctor me." Kanda snapped, even harsher than the first snap back. He was really irritable and it was showing.
Allen was so done with this. "Listen, this tough guy act is going to get you killed. Now let me treat you."
"No!"
Allen dug in his bag and tossed Kanda a bottle. "Take one."
Kanda blinked. "You are giving me morphine? You do realize that I'll be hindered greatly, correct?"
"Yeah, but it is broad daylight, it will help with pain, and I won't have to hear you grump all day. So I think it is the perfect all around ideal plan."
Kanda glared and opened the bottle and took one. He gave the bottle back to Allen and they waited for the drug to take effect.
Allen stood when Kanda started looking like a stoner. "Time to go Kanda." Allen said helping him up.
Kanda leaned against Allen. "Allen, you and I make a fabulous team." He said, completely out of it.
"We do make a good team; it is a shame that your natural self is an ass, morphine Kanda is nice."
We made it back to camp without any Walker run-ins which was really good.
A group of people met us at the gates.
Everyone was confused to see Kanda smiling.
"I have him on morphine, he is hurt really badly, is there a doctor here?" Allen asked.
"Yes we have a few doctors, even my brother is one." Lenalee said.
"Can you take me to one?"
"Yeah, come with me." She said, leading Allen towards a building with a red cross on it.
Allen got Kanda into the infirmary, but was told that they had to leave so they can care for Kanda.
"What happened?" She asked.
"A hoard found him. I tried to get to him in time, but they hurt him pretty badly."
"He will be fine." Lenalee assured him.
"Yeah, oh, we got some stuff." Allen dug through his bag and gave Lenalee boxes of tampons, pads, girly smelling deodorant, hair ties, and chocolate.
Lenalee smiled. "Oh my gosh, thank you! You have no idea how low we are on this type of stuff." She said hugging him with full arms.
Allen smiled.
Lenalee thanked him again before running off to stock the girl's lavatory.
Allen walked to his tent and laid down on his blanket, tired.
Lenalee went to check on Kanda and found out that infection had set in on most of all of Kanda's wounds.
At lunch, Allen walked to the mess hall and saw Lenalee, he smiled and walked with her.
"Kanda will be fine, his wounds are just infected." Lenalee said to Allen.
"What? Are you sure that he will be okay?" Allen asked.
"Of course, Kanda' s a fighter, it's not like him to give up. Once, he was on his death bed and made a full recovery on sheer willpower alone." She said. "Give it a few days, and he will be on his feet in no time."
"That makes me feel better."
Lenalee smiled.
They got in line and waited til they got to the window.
"And who do we have here? What's your name sweetpea?"
Allen was startled. "Ummm… I'm Allen, Allen Neah." He said.
The chef smiled. "Allen! That name is too cute for you!" He practically sang.
Lenalee giggled. "Allen, this is Jerry, the master chef."
"Hello." Allen smiled.
Jerry pinched Allen's cheek. "Just adorable! What would you like?"
"There's a choice?"
"I always have three meals to choose from."
Allen looked at the menu for today. "I will have meal B."
Jerry smiled and piled Allen's plate full of food. "Enjoy."
"Thanks." I smiled; I hadn't eaten real food in forever.
Lenalee got her plate and the two sat together. The two ate, having a few conversations.
After Lenalee was done eating, she looked at Allen. "Can I ask a favor?"
"Yeah, sure." Allen said taking her plate to be cleaned.
"Will you ask Jerry for Kanda's usual, and take it to him?" She asked as she stood.
"I guess."
"Thank you. I have to go help my brother. This means a lot." She said, disappearing.
I got Kanda's order and walked to the infirmary.
The morphine had worn off and his pain sedatives were beginning to wear off too. He looked at the ceiling trying to forget the pain.
Allen walked in and smiled. "Afternoon." He greeted.
Kanda looked over, he didn't care.
"Are you in pain?" Allen asked as he set Kanda's food on the table beside him.
Kanda nodded slowly.
"I will get a doctor."
Kanda grabbed Allen's hand. "Nnn-no." He half slurred.
"Easy, just relax."
Kanda held Allen's hand as he closed his eyes in pain. He opened his eyes and looked around. "Where the hell am I?"
"The infirmary, your wounds are infected."
Kanda looked at Allen and glared. "Get lost."
Allen sighed. "Your soba is on the table. I will get a doctor." Allen walked out.
Kanda sat up, holding his stomach and grabbed his bowl.
Allen walked in with a doctor and he examined Kanda as he ate.
The doctor injected Kanda with some pain killers, which made Kanda's body slowly go numb.
Allen watched as Kanda slowly stopped eating, he eventually dropped his chopsticks, cursing.
"Do you need help?"
"No." Kanda said looking at his chopsticks, as if they were going to just move on their own.
Allen walked over and sat down, taking Kanda's food and chopsticks. "At least let me do this." Allen said as he got ready to feed him.
"No." Kanda turned his head away.
"What do you want me to do to earn some trust from you?" Allen asked.
"You shot me. You lost my trust from that moment."
"Do you really blame me for wanting to live?"
"Yes." Kanda snapped.
"You are the biggest jerk I ever met! You know… I think I was much better when I was on my own. Good bye Kanda, this is probably the last you will ever see of me." Allen said as he stormed out of the room. Allen was done, he knew that Tim and him could make it on their own, they didn't need help.
Kanda watched Allen go, he had to get him back. "Moyashi!" He shouted and dragged his half numb body out of bed.
Allen headed back to his tent and packed, he was a fool to think that he could settle down for a while.
Kanda followed him to the tent and grabbed Allen, panting slightly in pain. "You aren't going anywhere." He panted, leaning against him.
"We will only fight, what is the point?"
"You are a survivor. We need… each other." Kanda hissed in pain.
"That's where you're wrong. I need no one."
"We all need support sometimes." Kanda mumbled.
"I'm sorry Kanda, goodbye." I laid him down gently before grabbing my pack.
Kanda grabbed Allen's ankle. "If you go, I will hunt you down and kill you." He snapped weakly.
"Then do it, you would be doing the world a favor by killing another walker." Allen broke free of his grasp and walked out.
Kanda watched him go, he couldn't let him go. Something was practically forcing his body to go after him. He stumbled out. "Come back!"
Allen looked back to see Kanda practically crawling. "You are too damn persistent. Why do you want me to stay? We only fight."
"Because I like fighting with you! You've been the most entertainment I've seen."
Allen was quiet for a moment. "Listen, I need to leave, but I will tell you where you can find me. I will be in the east city camped out in the apartment building. When you heal up, come search for me."
Kanda closed his eyes from the pain he was in, but nodded. " One last thing. Get me back to the infirmary, you ass."
Allen smirked and picked him up and carried him back.