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Lenalee felt awful when she woke up, greeted by a pounding headache and salty tear streaks dried on her cheeks. Managing to look above her comforter, she saw people set against the blinding light of an afternoon sun, and felt disgusting for sleeping in so late- a byproduct of restless sleep. Despite the late hour, she felt like she hadn't slept at all. With a groan, she managed to pull herself up into a sitting position. Glancing at her arm, she saw that the I.V. had been reinserted, and puzzled over when it had happened before wondering just how many people knew about her midnight escapade. A quick glance to either side told her that she was alone in the room, but she had a dim recollection of a figure drawing the quilt over her in the night.

Lenalee thought of Allen, and then she could think of nothing else. Tears started forming, and soon she was crying her eyes out. Pulling her legs up, she buried her face in the sheets as wet sobs racked her body. Maybe they were right, maybe she should have cared more that he had tried to kill her, but all Lenalee could think of was all the times that he had smiled, saved her, eaten impossible amounts of food, fought with Kanda, held her hand, laughed with her- she just didn't give a damn what else he had done.

She was a mess. Lenalee nudged her face further into the blanket with the knowledge that she must look just as bad as she felt clear in her mind. She had started to hiccup and strands of hair stuck to her red, splotchy face as tears dampened the sheets. Lenalee glanced futilely around the room in search of tissues as her nose began to run, the congestion worsening her headache. She didn't feel like an Exorcist. She felt like a scared little girl who just wanted to go back home and let her brother hug her.

This is home, she reminded herself. She glanced around the sterile room and out into the hallway, where people were steadily making their ways towards the lunch room. Lenalee felt disconnected from them. 'Home's where the heart is,' she recalled vaguely, unsure of where she'd heard the adage.

And how could this be home without Allen?

Without another thought, Lenalee threw back the sheet and jumped to her feet, bracing herself against the wall as the world spun. Blinking as the room came back into focus, she sniffled a few more times, thoughtlessly yanking the needle out of her arm yet again and striding purposefully over to the sink. Lenalee turned the tap on and let cold water run over her hands for a moment before splashing her face. The icy water seemed to bring clarity back to her mind, and after a few more splashes she looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was still red, and her breathing was far from even, but she felt like she was in control again.

With precise movements, Lenalee let her rumpled hospital clothes fall to the floor and reached for the folded Exorcist uniform at her bedside. The familiar feeling of the outfit's material on her hands sent an excited thrill through her body. After dressing, she located two hair ties and finger-combed her hair into passable side ponytails. As an afterthought, she ruffled through the cabinet above the sink. Finding nothing but a store of toothbrushes and mild pain killers, she took both, selecting a bottle and dry-swallowing two pills on her way out door as she stuffed the two toothbrushes in a pocket.

Maybe there was still time.

"Lavi."

Bookman paused, frowning when his apprentice showed no sign of hearing him. "Lavi!" he repeated harshly. When the redhead didn't respond, the old man delivered a sound strike to the back of his head, sending him sprawling.

"Ow, gramps!" Lavi hollered indignantly, cradling the back of his head as he pulled himself up.

"You're mind hasn't been here since you returned from visiting Miss Lenalee yesterday," Bookman accused, gravelly voice unapologetic. He frowned as Lavi stood up without another word, facing away from him. "Are you worried?"