A/N: Woot! DGM returns! I do love writing DGM fics. So much fun. Without further adieu I give you my first attempt at romance/fluff/whatever this is!
Disclaimer: I do not own -man. If I did, Allen/Lenalee would be solid.
Allen had no clue what was going on. One minute he was fighting a level 4, and the next, he had woken up in what seemed to be the infirmary, judging by the quite and soft bed. He groaned and attempted to open his eyes. When he realized his eyes weren't opening, he started to panic and went to sit up. That's when he realized he couldn't move.
He heard footsteps. Thank God, maybe they can explain what's happening. "Any change Matron?" that was Bookman's voice. Allen felt him sit on the edge of the bed.
"Sadly, no. His condition hasn't changed since yesterday. It doesn't seem like he'll wake up anytime soon." came the reply.
"I'm awake now!" Allen tried to say, but no sound came out. Allen was afraid now. What was happening to him? He tried to move again, but in vain. What am I going to do? he thought desperately.
Allen couldn't tell how much time had passed. Two, maybe three hours? All he knew was that this whole not moving thing was getting really annoying. And he was hungry! I wonder how long I've been unconscious? He was also bored, just laying there. He'd even be grateful for the Fourteenth's company at this point.
As if answering his silent plea, someone walked in the room. "Lenalee, are you back again?" asked the Matron.
Lenalee? Allen could feel his heart quicken. "Yes, I hope I'm not disturbing you." Allen heard Lenalee answer. Lenalee…
"I'll just leave you two alone. If anything changes, please come get me at once." He heard the Matron's receding footsteps.
Lenalee sat lightly on the edge of the bed. She gently gripped Allen's hand. "Hey, Allen." she said quietly. Hello Lenalee-san. "How are you doing today?" Oh, I'm doing fine. Just having a little issue with moving, but thank you for asking…really.
She gave a small laugh, "I feel silly, talking to you like this. You've been in a coma for three weeks, and the Matron says we should talk to you." Allen gasped inside his head. Three weeks? he thought weakly. No wonder he was so hungry!
"The Matron and Bookman said you weren't going to make it in the beginning…." she trailed off, at a loss for words. Her voice cracked. "But you showed them."
Allen didn't think he'd know what to do even if he was able to move. He felt Lenalee shift on the bed. He wondered what she was doing. All thought ceased as he felt her lay her head on his chest. What are you doing Lenalee?
He heard a muffled noise. What's that? He felt something warm and wet on his chest. Are you crying Lenalee?! Please don't cry. I don't want you to be sad, especially over me. He felt an unrelenting need to comfort her. He wished desperately that he could move, to stroke her hair and tell her it would be alright. He wanted to cry himself, he was so useless. When Lenalee, his Lenalee, needed him!
Automatically, he went to squeeze Lenalee's hand, which was still grasped around his. Lenalee gave a small squeak as it happened. She leaped up. "Matron!" she shouted.
Allen heard the loud footsteps as the older woman rushed over. "What happened?" she asked hurriedly, taking Allen's vitals.
"H-he squeezed my hand!" Lenalee exclaimed. She sounded excited. Maybe they'll realize I'm up! thought Allen, feeling victorious for his small gesture of comfort.
"I'm sorry Lenalee, but I don't see any difference. Are you sure you didn't imagine it?" asked the Matron in a sympathetic tone.
Lenalee was quiet for a moment. No! screamed Allen in his head. I'm here. Please Lenalee, don't doubt yourself! "I'm sorry Matron, but I know that I felt it." Lenalee said quietly. Allen heard her receding footsteps. At least Lenalee had faith in him.
A/N: Thank you for reading. I'd like to thank Kuraun Kuraun for reading over this for me. Please Review! ^^