Alan curled up into a ball, his eyes and mouth clinched close in pain. Red hot pain flashed in his shoulder, blood straining his shirt. He had been stabbed before, but never with a spear, and with such force.<br/><br/>When the other boy asked if he could take, Alan whined, forcing himself to sit up. He was tearing up from the pain. That was he was telling himself, but the truth was he was scared out of his mind. But, he nodded to the boy all the same. "Y-Yeah." he said, grabbing his wounded shoulder. He tried to judge the boy, as he did with Jane and Alex, but he couldn't. He was too scared and hurt to think clearly.<br/><br/>But...something about the boy seemed familiar to him. But he could not place it. Whatever it was, through, it made him feel trusting of the boy, no matter how unwise that was. They were in the same situation, and they were both injured, through Alan far less so. So while he wasn't going to think about it and  focus on how he felt about the boy like he usually he did, he was just going to trust him for now.<br/><br/>"I-I'm...Alan." He forced out, the pain starting to calm down for now.