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[sleepingpath]

[A door opens, and a barefooted figure goes flying through, tearing down one hallway which will come to an abrupt dead end. Whoever was just running down that hall was tearing it up fast enough that they just might have hit the wall dead-on

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[beautifulalias]

[Just about to go past that door. Guess not.

Moves after him, more stunned than worried. When she comes upon him in the corner she doesn't hesitate. Crouches down next to him.] Allen... Allen, it's alright.

[sleepingpath]

[All he sees is long red hair, and it reminds him of the pretty redheaded nurse that usually brought him his midday pills. And so the first thing he does is curl even further into himself.]

No, please don't. No.

[beautiful_alias]

[Reaches out a hand to touch his shoulder.] 'Sprout, I'm not going to do anything.

[sleepingpath]

[Curling away.] No more pills.

[brulureanneau]

[Lavi blinks at the display, walking over to Allen very slowly, not wanting to spook him. When he gets close enough, but not too close, he crouches, forearms resting on his knees. There's a worried look on his face, and voice a lot softer than it normally is.]

Hey, you okay, Allen? You're acting like Death himself is after you.

[sleepingpath]

[The voice makes him still, and he glaces up over his shoulder. It's probably obvious the kid is going through a nasty withdrawal, what with the way the sweat makes his hair cling to his face, and the way he's shaking like a leaf. Nevermind the dark circles under his eyes.

Still, the voice is familiar. Y-you're the redhead that helped me find a room. He shudders.]

I-I'm back here again?

[brulureanneau]

[Cue Lavi shifting a bit closer to put a hand on Allen's back, flat and keeping his other hand in sight.]

Screw Death chasing you, you look like you barely escaped him. What the hell happened? [Why are you in a straight jacket? D:]

[sleepingpath]

[Ducking his head down, but not really looking away from Lavi.]

... they said I move too much.

[darkforsaken]

[About to pass by.

Frowns and walks over to Allen]

Allen, relax. Nothin's gonna get'cha.

[sleepingpath]

[Curling deeper in the corner of the alcove, as if trying to curl into a ball.]

G-go away.

[darkforsaken]

Calm down and hold still. [kneels down next to him and starts trying to get the restraining jacket off of him]

[sleepingpath]

[Struggling a little against Lavi pulling at the restraints, at least until he realizes what the other is doing; then he just leans against the wall.]

I'm back here again?

[selfdeluded]

[he hears the cry easily enough, but doesn't honestly pay it much attention at first, too intent on getting... somewhere, anywhere, to be bothered. but he'd been headed in that direction anyway, and he passes near that darkened alcove by just a few feet. it's morbid curiosity that makes him look, nothing more, and when Allen sees the boy in the corner (doesn't recognize him as 'himself', not with the brown hair), wound so tightly in on himself by the jacket, something in him goes cold.

hadn't this sight - the state of whoever this was, scared out of his mind and possibly 'insane' - been one of the things he was afraid of most growing up?

he takes a slow step forward, and then another, and the next thing he knows Allen is at the other teens side, fumbling with the latches and ties and buckles on the straight jacket, though his fingers won't steady properly.]

Hold still. Hold still.

[sleepingpath]

[It's probably very obvious to Allen that the boy in the jacket is suffering from some kind of withdrawal. The sweat - whether cold sweat, or sweat from running so hard for so long, or both - has slicked his hair down and almost soaked through the jacket. He gives Allen a kind of wild look, uncomprehending at first, and he starts to huddle away.

In the darkness of the alcove, he's not entirely sure who it is tugging at the latches and buckles on the coat, but he knows he doesn't like it. He thrashes a little more, at least until Allen talks, and he quickly stills. Y-you're letting me out? :|?]

... I-I'm back here again?

[Voice is thick and soupy, obviously the kid is on something else, something that isn't reacting very well with him. He sways a little in his spot, letting the other tug at the buckles.]

[selfdeluded]

[oh, it is, if only because he'd seen slightly similar symptoms in himself before, or in the druggies in the darker alleys. he catches the look he receives, the way he just doesn't get it, but he isn't letting this one get away, not when he's actually trying to help someone, so he holds on tightly to those buckles until he finally stills.

it's actually a relief when the other does. he's not sure how he'd handle someone really and truly insane. but yes, yes I am. :/ you look too much like my nightmares to leave like this. just don't make me regret it by stabbing me later or something.]

...the dressing room? Yes, you are. [his fingers keep shaking though, and he has to stop for a few seconds to try and steady them before starting up again - and, after a few moments, the last of the buckles comes undone.]

What do they have you on?

[sleepingpath]

[Allen will learn in time that the Brownsprout is actually quite sane; just... gifted. In time. For now, though, he still has that rather haunted look in his eyes, one that somehow still seems to be asking if he should be the one who should be worried about being stabbed later. And yet, at the same time, he can't seem to focus on Allen, as if it requires too much energy that he just doesn't have.]

D-didn't think... I'd want to be back here. Ever.

[He shivers and coughs - almost dry-heaving really, and sways a little more in his place as he mumbles off a small list; most of it is stuff that probably hasn't been used in the last three or four decades (according to Allen's time) and would probably be frowned upon in the modern age of medicine; between the depressants, anti-psychotics, and painkillers. Just... have a blank stare?]

[sleepingpath]

[All poor Allen sees is that sword, and all he can think of is needles and scapels and.... ugh, no more. His eyes widen, and he starts thrashing within the jacket, trying to pull away.]

Wh-what are you doing?!

[sleepingpath]

[Taking it off? He blinks up at Kanda, as if really seeing him for the first time, and quickly settles down.]

I-I'm back here again?