Chapter 7

Kanda's POV

Allen… What is going on? I gently grabbed his hands.

"Stop! Please!" He cried as he pulled his hands away and tried to sink away into the wall. "Why won't you answer me?!"

I didn't know what to do.

Allen's eyes wondered around the room, they never truly focused on anything. It then hit me, like a brick.

I slowly waved my hand before his face, he never reacted.

Allen…

I gently grabbed his hands once again, he screamed and pulled away, but I pulled him into a hug and gently placed a tender kiss on his soft lips. He stopped squirming and relaxed as I kissed him.

I released his lips. He 'looked' up at me. Now that I was so close to him, I could see his eyes. They were no longer a beautiful silver, but a dull gray.

"K-Kanda?" He asked, uncertain as he shook a little in my arms.

I kissed his forehead in confirmation.

"Please answer me." He begged, a small tear escaped down his cheek. "I'm scared." He whispered.

I held him close, I wished I could speak to answer him.

"Kanda?"

I gently guided his left hand to my cheek, I slowly nodded.

"Kanda, why won't you speak to me?"

I guided his hand to my neck and slid it along my neck tracing my faint scar.

"You can't talk?" Allen asked, finally realizing.

I placed his hand back on the side of my face and nodded.

Another tear slipped down his face. "Kanda, I'm so sorry."

I wanted to slap him, if this was anyone's fault then it was my own. I forced Allen's chin up so he was 'looking' at me in the eyes. I wanted him to know that I was upset.

Tears fell down his cheeks as he hugged me.

I held him and let him cry, I had a feeling that he hadn't done so in months.

Eventually he stopped crying and I was able to just hold him, he coughed a few times. I finally checked his forehead. He had a fever. I guided him to the bed, going slow for Allen. I laid down and pulled him down beside me.

He coughed before looking up at me with unseeing eyes. He gently felt my face with soft fingers. His fingers strayed to my hair and I watched as his small smile changed to a sad expression. "They cut your hair." He observed as he ran his fingers through my hair. He followed my jawline to my lips and leaned in and kissed him. I put his fingers to my lips and mouthed, I love you.

He smiled and cupped my cheek. He leaned in and tried to kiss my lips, but missed. I smiled and repositioned myself so he could try again.

He coughed.

I smiled sadly and pulled him to my body.

He nuzzled my neck and rested his head in the crook of it. "I love you." He mumbled before falling into a peaceful sleep.

I smiled, I love you too.