[One of the nurses, probably from an infirmary that his twin had once visited will probably offer Allen a blood bag, still warm. Those red eyes are so very tell-tale, you know.
A noise of recognition and he turns his head a little toward Allen's voice, smiling slightly as his hand tightens on the other's briefly. The screaming hadn't done anything for his already damaged vocal cords, they'll heal with a bit of rest. But he can still speak.] Stuck around?
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