“Hey, I made you some—oh, shit.” Lavi noticed right away that Allen had fallen asleep, his head resting back on the over-stuffed cushions of the couch. Setting the cocoa on the coffee table, Lavi hurried to Allen’s side and started slapping his cheek gently to wake him. His eyes scanned over the boy’s body as he shook him, taking in all the scars and abused skin. What worried him most was how thin he was – Lavi could practically see Allen’s ribs. That was most certainly not healthy.
“Wake up,” Lavi continued, hoping to shake him out of it. Allen’s skin was still cold and clammy. He had to get him warm and soon, or he might be forced to call an ambulance.
Allen slowly became aware of something tapping his cheek. He tried to ignore it, but instead something began shaking him.
“Wake up.” He heard someone speak, and it took Allen a few moments to process the words. Right… I was supposed to be doing something…
His eyes fluttered open, and when his vision cleared the redhead stranger was in front of him, looking worried.
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