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When; A little after this post.
Rating; PG-PG-13 for language.
Characters; Alma (

talkstoholes ) & Timothy (

null )
Summary; After crashing a car Timothy gets a concussion and is taken to the hospital. Alma follows.
Log;

[The moment they had arrived at the hospital Timothy found it a perfect opportunity to check out for a few hours. At first it was just blissful darkness without the silent throbbing in his head and the muffled voices all around him. He had never had a concussion before- sure he had hit his head a couple of times, even with bottles, but nothing that threw him so out of whack.

In his sleep he dreamed of nightmares. He hadn't had a nightmare since Road had laid off him and that had been back in the summer. This time he saw Lady and Watanuki, with returning appearances from Emilia and the Director along with his father. They beckoned to him, pleaded with him, begged him to come back. Why did he leave them, they asked with their faces dripping. The structures of their skulls began to appear as their skin melted and blood seeped into their clothes. They reached out to Timothy, but he ran from their touch fearing the blood. Soon they stopped and started to pull away. At Timothy's realization that they were leaving him - again - he shouted, but they didn't stop.

Then he was alone.

Jolting from his sleep Timothy cried out. It took him a long minute to realize where he was... then the pain in his head settled in. His stomach hurt and twisted as the images of their faces reappeared in his mind each time he blinked.] Ugh...

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[What a day. In retrospect, Alma probably should've nixed the entire scheme when Timothy posed it, but...he'd lived so long in the lab, where everything was regimented, where they were monitored and poked and prodded and tested on, and when would he get the chance to drive a car again, anyway?

Well- after what happened, not in this lifetime, he'd bet.

But what was done was done, and Alma was grateful Timothy only suffered a concussion. He knew it could've been much worse, but even with that knowledge, he felt guilty- responsible, even, because his body healed at an accelerated rate while Timothy's did not.

That was why he remained at the hospital even while Timothy slept (fitfully, he couldn't help but notice). Alma was used to being the only one awake, after all.

He was there, at Timothy's bedside, when the other boy gave a cry, startled into wakefulness by what Alma guessed was a nightmare. He gave Timothy a moment or two to collect himself before he spoke.]

Timothy...hey.

[He breathed slowly in attempt to quell his nausea. It wasn't working.

Looking over at Alma he noticed absentmindedly that he hair was down. Damn it, now it would be a pain to brush out all the tangles. He rubbed an eye with the back of his hand.] ...Hey.

Are you... okay?

[Alma smiled almost sadly, though he realized his folly and amended it fast.]

I'm fine, really. How about you? Should I call for the nurse? Maybe she can give you more medicine.

[Timothy looked over to him, one eye closed. He wanted to curse out these lights.] No. 'm tired of sleeping. [His mind slowly clicked over the events of what had happened earlier. Then he looked down at Alma's hands.]

You cleaned yer hands.

My- [Alma followed Timothy's gaze without intending to, and resisted the urge to chew on his lip. Ahhh, it was silly, to think that Timothy would have forgotten in all the commotion, though Alma had still allowed himself a tiny sliver of hope.] Well, they were dirty, you know. And the hospital is supposed to be a sterile environment, right? [One last try, futile as it may be.]

[This look? Is saying he isn't buying it. And that he doesn't like being played, which is what he thinks Alma is doing.] Yer sayin'... while I got near knocked out you didn't get a single scratch on you?

[Siiiigh. Busted. Which was bound to happen sooner or later- he would've preferred later. Alma picked a spot to focus on- the sheets bunched around Timothy's feet would do. He ran a finger along the knuckles of his left hand, idly. His voice was quiet.]

Oh, I got plenty. But they're gone now. They never stay for long- injuries, I mean. [Neither did death.]

...Why? [He was a little surprised at just how quickly Alma confessed. He was sure the other wouldn't tell him. Yet he was glad he did.

Something in the back of his mind - fear - wondered if Alma was a Noah... Noah could heal instantly too, right?]

[It was a bit like weight being lifted- somebody else knew, somebody other than Yuu, somebody who had seen with his own eyes, and yet...] I can't tell you everything, Timothy. I'm sorry. [He met the other boy's eyes this time, and he really was sorry.]

Would you accept that this is just the way my body is?

[That didn't sit well with Timothy. Was he... Could he be a Noah? Did he want to know if he was? What else could he be? Timothy swallowed hard, face growing pale.]

Bodies don't... but Noah do... [His voice was on edge.]

You're a Noah. Is that it?

Noah... [Alma had to think a moment. He knew that word, because-] I learned about them when I got here. There are some in the City, aren't there? That girl- [He shook his head as if to clear it. Timothy was noticeably agitated, which couldn't be good for his condition. Alma leaned forward a bit, only a bit.]

No, I'm not a Noah. I swear it. And if- if you doubt me, well...do you really believe Yuu would let me live with him if I were? [It all came back to Yuu, in the end. Protecting him, as it were- if Timothy knew what Alma was, he might draw the connection to Yuu.]

You... You're someone special to him... [He remembered back to when Kanda had been cursed as a child, how ignorant he was... He felt like something was supposed to click in his mind. Tsukikami was very silent.]

A while back... there was a curse where Kanda was turned into a little kid. Kept on talkin' 'bout holes... an' people comin' out of 'em. [Timothy didn't quite understand it all just yet but he didn't want Alma to know that. The boy looked over at the other, expression serious.]

I don't care what or who you are, Alma. Allen... he ain't normal either but he's someone important to me an' that's what matters. There's a lot I don't know 'bout th' people who I fight along side with an' part of me don't want to know 'bout them. People like Kanda, for example... [He played with the sheet.]

People got their secrets. Unless those secrets of yers are gonna come out an' attempt to slit my throat at night then I don't got a right to know 'bout 'em.

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