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Lavi held Allen's small form within his arms bridal-style. He and Lenalee dashed across the halls, towards the infirmary.
The moment they reached the doors, they were greeted by a nurse. The second the doors had opened, the stench of the too-clean supplies and a esthetics for those in need filled each exorcist's nostrils. The nurse's eyes shot towards the small child being held by the redhead. "What happened? Who did this?" She spoke. Before either exorcist could open their mouth, she began speaking again, "Never mind. It doesn't matter at the moment, for now, we need to help him." She finished, taking Allen from Lavi's arms. She turned away, and the doors closed.
Lenalee looked down with a tearful expression. Before a tear could slip from her eyes, Lavi spoke up. "A-Ah! Lena, don't cry! He'll be just fine, okay?" He said, panicked.
The female exorcist wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, "I know, I know. I'm not crying. It's just that...I feel so sorry for Allen. He's not even a decade old at the moment, and look how much he's gone through already. I-I think I know why he wouldn't tell us the details of his past..." She sombered.
Lavi couldn't deny her words, even he felt a bit sad for the usually bright eyed, smiling exorcist. As a bookman, he'd have to tell gramps about everything, but since Bookman had been sent on a mission that 'only a true bookman' can do, he'd have to record it himself.
The redhead shook his head, "Not all in his life was bad though, Lenalee." Wearing a small, sad smile, he continued, "Don't forget. He had his father to take care of him, teach him what's good and bad." He ended.
Lenalee's eyes just filled with more tears, "B-But he lost Mana.." She said, constantly rubbing her eyes.
"That's true. But you know what, he has us now." Lavi finished, giving her shoulder a thoughtful squeeze.
She pulled her hands away from her eyes, revealing a fulfilled expression. "You're right.. It's our job to be there for him, when he has no one else, we'll still be there for him, right?" She said, her expression brightening with each word she spoke.
"Of course." His grin broadened.
"Let's go into the waiting room." Lenalee said. Lavi nodded. They walked through the doors, now making there way to the next room.
The wait was painstakingly long. What felt like hours, was only a few minutes.
Just when they thought they couldn't take it any longer, the same nurse they had spoken to earlier opened the door connected to the waiting room. She walked as quickly as she could in the high heels she wore.
"Are you the two who brought in the child?" She asked.
"Yea, that's us."
"We have a list of all his injuries." She said, holding out the injury list to Lenalee.
She looked them over, her eyes dashing through each line of words that overfilled the paper. A horrified gasp passed her lips.
Lavi was reading the paper over her shoulder, and his expression was anything but happy.
"Right now, he's resting in room 32. He has a mild concussion, so we have to watch him carefully. Especially since he's only a child." The nurse said.
"Can we see him?" Lenalee asked with hopeful eyes.
The nurse thought for a moment, before nodding. "I suppose you can, as long as neither one of you disturb his rest." She said. "Follow me."
Lavi and Lenalee handed her back the report, and followed behind her into yet another hall, passing multiple rooms along the way. At the end of the hall was room 32.
She swiped a card attached to her lanyard, unlocking the door.
Slowly and quietly, the nurse opened the door.
On the large, white bed, was a small lump under the sheets. A mop of auburn hair spread across the pillow. His head was bandaged for extra measures.
"While we were bandaging him up, we noticed he had a rather..'Unique' quality about him. His left arm is severely deformed. Could it be some sort of Innocence? Is he a new exorcist?" She whispered to the two other exorcists.
Lavi shook his head, "No, he's been here for almost a year."
"I've never seen him before."
"Do you know who Allen Walker is?" Lenalee joined in.
"The white haired boy? I believe I've seen him once or twice. But what does that have to do with anything..?" The nurse shuffled her high-heeled feet.
"That's Allen. Some potion changed him into a kiddo." Lavi explained.
The nurse wore a shocked look, covering her red lipsticked mouth with her hand.
Another nurse stood in the doorway. "There you are! We need your help. The patient in room 6 has gone violent!" She said, taking the high heeled nurse by the hand and dragging her from the two exorcists.
The list lay forgotten on the floor.
"Should we stay here until he wakes up?" Lenalee asked Lavi.
"Probably. After dealing with Rouvelier. I doubt he'd want to wake up alone." He answered.
They each took a seat near the bed. The only sound in the room was the shallow breaths of the sleeping child, and the heart monitor that beeped at a steady rate.
The beeping monitor quickened. Lenalee glanced at Lavi with a confused expression.
"Either he's waking up, or he's having one hell of a nightmare."
The shallow breath quickened with the heart monitor, his eyebrows furrowed down.
The child began mumbling incoherent words.
"M..Mana...No, please..I didn't mean it.." The words were clearer.
"Please..Don't hurt me..." He spoke a bit louder.
Lavi frowned. "I guess it's the latter...Could it be possible he's remembering?"
Lenalee didn't answer, wearing a sad expression.
Allen calmed down, his breath steadying.
The exorcists breathed a sigh of relief.
It was silence again.
The sound of continuously falling droplets of rain was soothing for everyone, after all that had happened that day.
The calm room hadn't stayed calm for long.
"MANA!" The child shrieked, the silence being sliced by the sound of his voice. Both exorcists jumped from the sudden sound.
The child jolted up from his rest, breathing heavily. His eyes were as large as dinner plates, the silver orbs contrasted against the shivering white.
His trembling, bony shoulders rose and deflated in sync with his breathing.
Allen's shaky hand shot up to cover the left side of his face, and pull back. His eyes observed the palm of his hand, as though searching for something. The hand plopped down beside him, his head bobbed down.
"J-Just what the Hell...was that?" His voice wavered with each passing word.
"...What did you dream?" Lenalee asked, the worry clear in her voice.
The child didn't bother with a stubborn attitude, the nightmare had stolen any form of energy he once had.
"..I was sitting against a grave. A fat man with a scary grin showed up.. He' wanted me to say Mana's name, so I did... He turned Mana into this...This thing. The thing sliced my eye, and said it was going to curse me..But s-something h-happ..." He trailed off, not risking his own voice betraying him by expressing his weakness. He clutched his left hand tightly to his chest.
Lenalee wrapped her arms comfortingly around the child, stroking the back of his auburn hair.
"Shh...It's okay. It's all okay. None of it ever happened.."
"B-but it felt so real.." He said tearfully, not bothering to comment on the hug. Lavi watched the scene progress.
"Damn it...I shouldn't be so weak." He pulled away, roughly rubbing away the tears that came too close to overfilling the corners of his eyes.
He set doth hands on his lap, expressing a broad, assuring grin.
"Why don't we get out of here and get some food? I'm starving!" He said, placing his hand on his stomach, careful not to touch the bandaged area above.
"Yea, dinner's about to begin. Let's go!" Lavi spoke up, a grateful smile caressing his features.
"But doesn't he have to rest?" Lenalee said, speaking her mind.
"I've rested plenty! Right now, I just want to eat!" Allen said, the smile refusing to leave.
"Fine, fine, but if Matron finds you, I'm not involved." The dark haired girl said, raising both hands up as though surrendering.
Allen stood up, tugging out a tube from his hand that was connected to a bag of fluids.
"They took my bloody' clothes!" He complained loudly, looking down at his torso. Lavi chuckled, and Lenalee laughed. Allen wore a cheap hospital gown. He muttered complaints while scanning the room for the only article of clothing he owned.
"Actually, why don't we get you a new outfit? Those clothes were so dirty and worn.." Lavi offered. "I bet Bookman wouldn't mind sharing." He turned to Lenalee, causing her to giggle.
"Okay. Lets just get going." Allen stretched both arms, yawning.
"Yea, lets go."
Author notes:
It's about time I didn't leave off on a cliffhanger...(•v• ;;
Prepare for some uplifting chapters, since this story was seriously angsty. Let's throw in some humor! o('ω´ )o
I want to bring in this story into a lot of categories, rather than sticking with just one. ^_^
I'd also really love to bring Kanda more into the story, but I'm not sure how to write his personality.. Nonetheless, I'll try to bring in more of our beloved samurai!
(^v^)ゞ
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