Allen and his little bones [Western Fantasy]

What happened?

Allen straightened up quickly, turned and walked towards the door. He could receive the message from Eli with his mental power, but he didn't have the ability to reverse his thoughts.

As he hurried towards the next door, Eli continued to speak intermittently in the link: [Sorry to bother you, but can you... can... come over now? 】

Of course——Alan replied with actions, and he quickly stood in front of the door next door: "Eli?"

The knocking on the door lasted for a while, but no one came to open the door. Just as Allen was thinking about whether he should just break in, he heard a sound coming from inside the room through the rather thick door. There was a small sound, and the sound continued to grow until it reached the side of the door.

In the next second, the door was opened from the inside by the undead.

Allen quickly asked when the door was only a crack open: "What's the matter, you..."

The action of "come over and open the door" seemed to have exhausted the last bit of strength of the undead. Before Allen could finish his sentence, he saw Eli staggered and fell straight towards him.

This made him stop his words quickly, and stretch out his hand first to catch the other party firmly.

The bones in his hands were hot, and every inch seemed to be on fire.

—Something is wrong, very wrong.

With a sinking heart, Allen helped Eli into the room, and closed the door behind his back.

Eli couldn't figure out what kind of situation he was in, so he could only tell Alan his physical feelings truthfully: [I don't know what's wrong, I suddenly started to feel very hot just now, and now I feel like my body is about to melted……】

Allen frowned. He wanted to help Eli to the bed all the way, but because the undead was too weak, his legs seemed to have completely lost the strength to stand up. He simply hugged Eli and hugged Eli directly. On the clean and soft bed that was taken care of.

This should be a soft and comfortable bed, but it can't share even a little bit of discomfort for the undead at this moment.

The arrival of Allen made Eli relax a little bit. He saw Allen standing by the bed, checking his body with detection magic, but soon, his originally clear vision blurred, and he felt that his Even the support consciousness has become more and more reluctant,

The undead barely drove himself, hooking the black-haired young man's hand hanging by the bed.

The feeling of being directly grasped by the knuckles was actually a bit harsh, but Allen clenched Eli's obviously weak fingers with his backhand without hesitation.

He felt Eli's panic from the spiritual power transmitted.

Eli is afraid of the unknown changes that happened to each other.

Having already experienced the painful memories brought about by the drastic changes in his body, Eli couldn't imagine what he would become after this mutation, so he instinctively grabbed Alan's hand, like a drowning person As if grabbing a piece of wood, he pinned a little hope on Allen.

"It's okay." Although Allen couldn't judge how this state would continue to affect Eli's body, he held Eli's hand tightly and comforted him, "No matter what you become, you are still you." , I’m here with you, it’s all right.”

The comfort from Allen seemed to have some effect. Eli slowly calmed down in Allen's steady voice, and then his skull tilted slightly.

He fell into a coma.

"In the second stage of the experiment, entering the practice of elemental energy exchange, the body temperature of the experimental body suddenly rose during the conversion process."

——This sentence read from the experiment notebook clearly came to Allen's mind at this moment.

In the case that the body has not suffered any external damage, the large consumption of mental power can only come from the energy disorder in the body. The trouble with the energy disorder from within is that it cannot be calmed down by the intervention of external forces. Can rely on the spontaneous regulation of the body system.

The most that others can help in this kind of incident is to provide some auxiliary medicine for the disordered patients.

Allen was thankful that there was a stabilizer in the medicine he carried with him, but another problem emerged-he couldn't feed the skeleton to drink the medicine.

Recalling what he did when he first picked up the undead, the black-haired young man quickly picked up the undead and walked towards the bathroom.

……

The warm, gentle liquid enveloped him, and his body was well supported, as if he was floating lightly, and he could feel the subtle body sensation of the small water flow gently hitting his body and then splashing out.

Eli woke up in this warmth and moved his body.

He felt as if he had brought a splash of water, and the sound of "crashing" made him wake up immediately.

[... Allen? 】

He realized that he was lying in the bathtub, but his memory seemed to be fragmented. He only remembered that he was very uncomfortable before, so he quickly asked Alan for help, asked him to come over, and opened the door for him. After hugging him on the bed, the two of them talked... Then his eyes went dark, and he couldn't keep his consciousness awake anymore.

He has no memory of how he got out of bed and into the bathtub again.

"I'm here."

Allen's voice came from the side, and a slender and beautiful hand was stretched out from the side to help Eli, who was about to be completely submerged in the water, up.

Eli turned his head and saw the black-haired youth sitting outside the bathtub.

Allen asked, "Feeling better?"

【Um. ] Eli sensed his physical condition, he nodded slightly, and sat up again with Alan's hand by the way, 【I feel much better. 】

As he said that, Eli wanted to ask something more, but just before his next sentence came out, he suddenly realized something, and turned his eyes to his hand that was still held by Alan, and was stunned.

Allen's fingers are slender, straight, and well-proportioned. Only the place where he holds the experimental equipment all year round has thin calluses, like a well-made work of art.

The hand resting on Allen's was slightly paler than the other's healthy complexion, and there was a layer of calluses on the palm that held the sword all the year round.

"Varied……?"

Eli gasped, and his voice caught in his throat.

The moment he uttered his voice, he really felt the subtle vibration of his vocal cords, and when he took a breath, he also felt the coolness of the long-lost air pouring into his throat.

Eli stood up suddenly from the water, looked down at his own body in disbelief, and a male body that was as pale as the color of that hand came into view.

He changed back.