Large-scale writers block should be the equivalent of genocide.

...I am thankful that Thanksgiving gets us out of school, even though it was a horrible last day. And yet my favorite fanfics STILL havent updated to cheer me up at all... only the really short good-for-short-read fics have come up lately, (I needs fics that will save me from the world for an houuurrr... -mourns- ) and I don't know why... they never left me like this before, and with the lack of DGMloveish this week, motivation is really down

So I'm feeling a good bit like Lev is right now —.—'' ...unfortunately, if I drink anything more potent than a soda, I think I might puke... stupid !$#%&()-+='?T7!! (I don't know how many of those are actually going to show up, but OH WELL!)

-cough- right, sorry, had a moment there... more like three in a row actually... anyway, I had to dig up my folder of medical randomness that I got over the summer for this, so I hope it's accurate... but after the scene switch, it's all random crap that I learned when I was little and hurting myself all the time. It's affective, but I don't suggest it for major wounds. (oh.. and my mom can ALMOST tell temperature like Nina can. She did it on my brother once, it was AWESOME xD She was like... half a point off or something...)

And I'm just guessing that Allen would faint, cuz I don't know about psychiatric stuffles like that.

Eesh, this is getting too long and I've already hit you with a pointless rant... sorry. Review please? Mental instability NOT good for the soul (make any sense? No? ...good...)

This isn't a filler, by the way.

dsclmr- d nt wn t (translation: I do not own it)

Allen didn't move as Link shook him. He didn't blink as a gloved hand was waved before his eyes. He didn't react when he was pinched, and his chest didn't seem to rise or fall. Void white eyes stared blankly ahead, at the spot where the corpse had been several minutes before, the medical squad having removed it from the premisis. Only the bloodstains and slight pieces of organs that had been ripped and fallen out remained to tell the tail. That and Allen, at least.

Though Allen was obviously in no condition to be telling any sort of tail. He was slumped on himself like a rag doll, almost, though he did have enough structure to keep himself sitting up, even as people swarmed around him and tried to get him to react. Link in particular was kneeling in front of him, trying his best to make Allen at least began breathing, if nothing else.

Nina put a hand on Link's shoulder, startling him. She smirked happily, obviously saying that a Crow shouldn't be down on his guard. Link snorted indigently, but got up to let her do her job.

She didn't know if Allen was conscious or not, but seeing as he wasn't responding at all, she had to assume that he wasn't. Leaning forward, she put her hear within a few centimeters of Allen's mouth and listened. A soft, very slight stream of air brushed against her ear. He was breathing at least.

Nina leaned back and took off a glove, holding her hand up to Allen's forehead, ignoring the blood that had splattered on him during his so-called 'redemption of crime' as the staff had publicized it as. Everyone knew it was complete bull shit. They played along anyway.

The only things that were going to be different from before were going to be Allen's mental ability and the way he would be treated from here on out. The number of things they would be able to do to him and the way they would be able to. The soldier training in Central for even general soldiers was mind-breaking.

No one would even think to question that a former convict was being treated harsher than anyone else in Central by far.

A small frown creased her lips, a combination of those thoughts and the burning heat of Allen's forehead.

"..one hundred and one point three," She muttered. "He has a high fever," She moved her hand from his forehead and pressed ever so lightly against the underside of his chin, on the slant. She searched around for a moment before pulling out her pocket watch and counting the soft thumps under her middle and pointer finger.

She sighed in relief as she felt his heart beat only being higher than normal, and not slowing drastically. Or stopped. The last thing she wanted to do that day was to have Allen in asystole and no way to bring him back.

"Get a cot," She told a nearby guard. "He needs some help," The guard nodded and sprinted out of the room at her word. She looked up for a moment and saw Link looking expressionless as ever, Levirrier behind him. She almost shuddered. It was one of the most intimidating images she had ever known, and she had the misfortune of seeing quite a few results from Akuma battles.

She looked back down at Allen again, ignoring the sudden ice on the back of her neck from Levirrier's stare.

Allen's eyes looked ligter than they ever had, even when he was near dead in her hospital wing. The faded gray had suddenly turned almost white. Their color, or rather, lack-there-of, was only magnified by the dark red smearing across his face. She brushed several strands of hair behind his ear and away from a particularly bloody part of his face where half his cheek had been shaved off.

She put her palm to his forehead with one hand and with the other held his lower body, pushing him down onto the floor as he seemed resistant to let gravity do so. To her suprise, he wasn't even stiff as she pushed him down. He just let her command him.

Did that one thing really hurt you so badly? She wondered. The cot finally came and another guard pulled Allen's limp form up from the floor and laid him on it carefully, with detailed instructions from Nina. Mostly telling him to be careful when lifting this or that so as not to hurt him more than he already was.

When he was safely on the cot, Nina glanced at him again. He still looked to be breathing, and his condition shouldn't have worsened but so much after only a few minutes. But his eyes were still staring up into the nothingness. She carefully pulled his eyelids shut. He was going to dry out his eyes, but on the other hand, those eyes truly made her scared. Wide, white eyes that never blinked.

She bent over and picked up the tooth that had been knocked out during the fight, hoping it hadn't yet dried out. It was an adult tooth and Allen needed as many of those as he could get. She grimaced as she noticed that half of the tooth was missing and searched around to try and find whatever other piece that he had lost after being cracked as the guards took Allen away to the medical center.

000

The medical by smelled exactly as it always did— like sick and medicine. The heavy stanch of painkillers and rubber gloves. The background hacking and coughing of ill soldiers was mixed with the quiet moaning of the mortally wounded and the everlasting beeping of heart rate machines. In the back, rooms of surgery were either coated with a thin layer of blood or being cleaned and the nurses were busying themselves with dashing through the labyrinth of medical rooms, beds and tables.

Levirrier cast a brief glance around the medical room, eyeing the beds and medical utensils scattered about on tabeltops and bedsides. He was looking for one person in particular, a person who had been admitted, once again, into the care of the nurses and doctors not but thirty minutes ago and had, within the past five, been declared safely stable.

He found his prey in a bed by the window where he had been before, each time they had extracted him once again from the medical center for the past two months.

Yes, they had let him go the first month with no medications at all, but it had been a necessity.

As Levirrier neared the pale body that seemed nearly invisible aside the pale white sheets, he noticed things that had changed about the young boy's appearance. He was thin, incredibly thin because of the lack of food they supplied for him. To feed him was rare and he only got half of what he needed even in the medical center and despite Nina's protesting starving him. It was a technique used to train eagles in the north. Deny them food and sleep and they did eventually break.

It was proving to work on humans as well, as much as Levirrier loathed to admit. And that he was such the cause of the trial was not exactly much of a comfort. Nor was the thin outlines of a ribcage that showed through the thin shirt they had given him only two days earlier. Already coated in blood and gore.

His mouth was only opened slightly, so there was no way to know if his tooth had been mended and placed in his mouth again or not. Dark circles were under both of the boy's eyes. Levirrier sighed very softly. It was no suprise really. Who could sleep in that vile little coffin they had forced him into? The observers of the cell room had told him that the sound of Walker pulling on his chains rarely halted, even at night.

He shook his head. There would be no where to maneuver if he began to doubt this now. He wasn't even quite sure why he had bothered to come to see Walker. Was he actually thinking that he would wake up while he was there? Bah, that was foolish to even consider as a possibility. Of course, people had woken again in much shorter time, even shorter time spans than a minute. This time, however, even if Walker did happen to wake up, Levirrier was sure that he would feign sleep, just to be loose for another moment.

He hated Walker as much as he could, but he honestly couldn't blame him for what was happening. He could only try to staunch the fatal wound. The fatal wound in the form of a virus that would infect and kill everyone who was nearby unless he, Levirrier, was able to find some way to stop the spread of the virus.

The way to kill a plant was to take out the root, wasn't it? He had to stop Walker spreading his disease before it infected all of them, and as much as he couldn't deny it, he wanted to save the boy to a certain extent as well.

"Daydreaming about Order domination?" Nina asked spitefully. Levirrier smirked, aroused from his trance easily.

"Perhaps and yet, no," He answered tartly. Nina snorted, coming around to the other side of Allen's ed and placing a hand on his forehead to check his temperature again. It must not have met her standards because she wet a cloth in a nearby sink, wrung it and folded it neatly onto Walker's forehead.

"Ease up on him," She muttered, "I wont be able to bail you out every time you go too far," Her eyes narrowed into a glare as she readjusted the covers over Walker's body, pulling them down enough to observe the wound on his upper arm, almost at his shoulder, which had only ten minutes ago been sterilized and bound. She snorted. 'Sterilized' her ass! There wasn't even the faintest trace of someone using any medicine, no faint gleam of goze or even the pickled smell of vinigar!

"God, are they trying to get him infected? Honestly..." She muttered as Levirrier watched the ordeal. Pealing off the blood soaked bandages and revealing the place where it seemed like a chunk of his left shoulder had been gouged out. It apparently hadn't, the skin and muscle had just been ripped apart. The bone...

Levirrier frowned to hide his disgust at the small bit of white in his arm. "Trust me, it's not my intention to kill him."

Nina looked up from applying the alcohol to the body of the wound. She scowled deeply. "Coulda fooled me, sir," She spat. As much as Levirrier loathed to admit it, it stung.

Levirrier returned to his room with Link by his side and slid wearily into his chair behind the desk. His elbows hit the desktop with a heavy thud and he began to rub his temples habitually. He groaned sourly, trying to clear his mind to no avail.

Would this work? Would the plan go into action? What if it didn't and Walker was still resistant at all times? What if something went wrong? What if the Earl attacked during this time of crisis? He didn't put it past that Anti-Christ. The madman would attack and could wipe them out at any moment, and yet he kept them waiting, biting their nails, waiting for the fatal moment.

Levirrier almost thought the thing enjoyed making them wait.

It had been a long day. He had ordered and watched the killing of a man with deft eyes and no words but the statement of execution.

His head hurt. His eyes were heavy and tired. His throat was dry from arguing with Nina. Somehow though, he caught sight of a letter on his desk. White and sealed with the official crest of the Order, the Rose Cross, in black wax. Red ink on the back had his desk and the word 'urgent' scribbled haphazardly.

He broke the seal and opened the letter, pulling out the thin sheet of white-yellow parchment and skimmed along the poorly scribbled words, obviously written by someone, probably a scientist or soldier, in a great deal of hurry.

He skimmed over it. It was very short. By the end though, Levirrier felt a massive headache coming to take over the place of the minor ache. He dropped the letter onto the tabel and looked up at Link, still standing on the other side. He let out a low growl and covered his eyes with the palm of his hand.

"Link, when Allen Walker wakes up, have someone inform him that General Cross Marian has been murdered," Link's eyes widened and his mouth opened in suprise. It took him quite a bit to collect himself and finally turn to go out the door.

"Link..." He paused and looked back. Levirrier was still in the position at his desk, covering his eyes and holding his head. "Do me a favor and get me something... as strong as we have..." Link looked down sadly.

"Of course, Levirrier," He said softly before rushing out the door.

Levirrier was left in silence after the door had been closed with a moderate bang. He sighed. As much as he might have hated Cross for being able to live with the habits that Levirrier had been struggling against for so long, he had to give the man one thing as his eyes fell on a stack of bills that had their own designated corner on his desk.

The man knew good, expnsive drink, if nothing else.

You give us heart, give us light. Please give me some rest tonight.

I have one really omg-spoil-the-bad-mood question.. why were people squeeing?? 0.0; That just... doesnt exactly make sense to me...

...reviews ease the tortured soul... dont make me kill someone I wasnt planning to by not reviewing, cuz you KNOW I'll do it...