“You could have died!” (Lavi&Allen? Hope you’re okay with me sending this! OTL)

kusabi-tan:

ruzuki:

“Yea, but I didn’t. And neither did you, which is what counts.“ (Yes, of course! You’re playing Lavi?)

When Allen turned over to go back to sleep, Lavi continued tracing
small circles in his back until the boy’s breathing evened out. He fell
asleep and once he had, Lavi followed shortly. After eating what he’d gotten for himself and throwing out any leftovers, he pulled off his boots and flopped down on his own bed to doze for a few hours. Sleeping lightly, the evening disappeared in favor of night. Lavi was up and down until the early hours of the morning, checking up on his friend, making sure he didn’t have a fever or that his wounds didn’t need to be redressed. 

It wasn’t until the sun peaked over the horizon that Lavi finally settled down near the window with a book, the worry he had for his friend who continued to sleep peacefully overriding his own need to do so.

If he doesn’t wake up soon, I’ll see about finding a doctor in the area, Lavi thought to himself, having to read each page twice to properly digest what was on the page.

Allen slowly became aware of his surroundings, a headache forcing him to consciousness no matter how much he tried to cling to sleep. His mind felt muddled, and he wondered how he could feel cloudy and painful and nauseous at once. He didn’t want to move, or open his eyes, but he knew he was not going to get back to sleep easily.

He heard the sound of pages turning, which was oddly comforting. It took him a few moments to remember that the sound meant Lavi was there.

“Lavi.” he called out quietly, his voice sounding strained.