(A/N: Crap guys, I'm sorry it's been so long. I'm guilty of looking at this and knowing I should update, but never having the motivation to. But here it is, another chapter! And I'm already writing the next one, so not too long of a wait!)
"Sir, sir!" Lavi pushed a nurse out of the way, trying to follow Reever's fast pace back to his office. "Reever! For fuck's sake, listen to me!" Throwing a hand on the taller man's shoulder, he slammed him against the wall, and mentally cursed himself when he saw the darkening expression on Reever's face.
"Mr. Bookman, I'll ask you this once. Remove your hand, or I'll call security." Reever's tone left no doubt that Lavi had pushed him past his politely bored demeanor.
"Call security, I don't care. Just don't push that kid out into the snow and leave him there. That's more than inhumane, it's murder." Lavi's fingers dug deeper into the man's shoulder and his pressure increased, pinning Reever firmly in place. Reever sighed again, a hint of weariness creeping into his face, showing his age.
"Allen Mana Walker has no living family, friends, or contacts. The man who dropped him off twenty two years ago left him here in our care with only a note and a large sum of cash which has been dwindling these last few years. Even if Mr. Walker hadn't died, he wouldn't have had a home for much longer. Do you see? I've got no choice. I can't even request his transfer to another hospital, Lavi. He doesn't even exist. He's a ghost." Reever wouldn't meet his eyes as he said this, staring at the floor wearily.
"That doesn't mean you can throw him out like trash!" Lavi hissed.
"Aren't you listening, kid? I can. I shouldn't have even taken him in the first place. And whether you like it or not, Allen Walker is being wheeled out those doors right now and isn't coming back." Shoving Lavi off, Reever stalked off once more towards his office, leaving the stunned and angry redhead in his wake.
He didn't understand. He didn't understand any of it. There were so many voices, so many different colors and lights, and the pain dulled all of them. In the back of his mind, he knew the voices were saying something to him, about him, and that he needed to focus, but he couldn't. All of the sensations were too much, too strong, and he was still reeling.
"That doesn't mean you can throw him out like trash!" He heard the angry exclamation and shuddered, the words resonating inside of him.
Suddenly, hands lifted him roughly from his bed and unceremoniously plopped him into a sitting position, showing his feet onto pedals and his hands onto arm rests.
"Sorry man, I don't have a choice. Lavi might not need this job, but I do." A frantic voice whispered into his ear, and he flinched back, the sound startling him. He could feel himself being moved, and the temperature of the air getting cooler. A gust of wind hit his face, and for the first time since finding himself thrust into this stranger world, he felt at peace. The wind. The wind was here. He would be okay.
Lavi's barely restrained anger came to full force as he saw Walker being wheeled out the front doors, clad in only the customary hospital gown and pants.
"Jesus Christ, these people!" Running after Johnny, ripping his own winter jacket off his shoulders, he bolted out the door.
"Johnny! God damn it, Johnny, you can't just push him out here! He's going to freeze!" He angrily threw his coat over the lightly shivering boy in the wheelchair, and turned on the bespectacled lab tech who seemed to shrink under his gaze.
"H-hey man…I can't just throw away my job. I've got bills to pay, and Topp to take care of. I've waited years to get here, and I'm not gonna give that up." With each word, Johnny seemed to resolve himself, and he straightened his shoulders and continued pushing Allen Walker further into the parking lot.
"Johnny! Come on man! I know how much Topp means to you, but are you just going to abandon an innocent kid out here in the cold?" Lavi jogged to keep up with the curly haired man, and then backed away as Johnny whipped around.
"No, Lavi, you don't understand how much Topp means to me. You didn't give up half of your life to watch your best friend go slowly mad. You didn't watch him unravel at the seams, knowing his mind was going but still trying to keep it together. So don't try and talk me out of this. If it bothers you so much, take him home with you. You heard Reever, he doesn't have any family or friends. No one's going to come looking for him. Allen Walker doesn't have anyone, and I sure as heck don't have enough room on my plate for another basket case." With that, Johnny turned on his heel and left, leaving Lavi and Allen standing out in the cold.