Disclaimer: I don't own D.Gray-man, wish I did but I don't. All I own is Brie and her mother who will be named shortly.

I hope this is alright; it's my first D.Gray-man fanfiction…

Allen's POV after the italics

Falling…he was falling and all she could do is watch him as he fell, deeper and deeper until she could hardly see him, seconds felt like days as she watched him fall. 'I feel so helpless! I can't go after him, I can't carry them both and there's no time to waste' she thought, her heart wrenched as she watched the unconscious white haired boy continue to fall. The unconscious red haired figure she was holding was loosing blood quickly if she didn't hurry he'd be gone too.

"Allen-kun…please, be safe until I can come and find you…I'm sorry…" she murmured adjusting her grip around the other boy's waist and flitting off at a high speed in the direction of the town. "I'm so sorry Allen-kun…" she muttered again but didn't look back. Lenalee Lee hoped, with all her might that Allen Walker had landed on something soft and was not impaled or lying broken in the forest below the cliff he had fallen from.

"Mama! Mama!" came a voice from somewhere near my head, I winced a little it hurt because it was so shrill and loud. "Ow…" I muttered struggling to sit up and cover my ears, I gasped as I found out that is hurt to move, especially my left leg. I laid back and tried not to cause myself pain, keeping my eyes shut. "What is it Brie?" came a woman's voice from a little farther away, there was the sound of bushes rustling nearby, then a short gasp. "Brie! What happened to him?" came the woman's voice, which was now closer to me "He fell from up there Mama! He hit the willow tree before he hit the ground" the girl-Brie- told her mother.

I opened my eyes slightly and attempted to sit up again, wincing as I did, I felt a firm hand on my chest pushing me back down, onto what I assumed was the ground on which I had landed. "Stay still hon. You fell from the top of the cliff and from the looks of it, your leg is broken…" she said as I felt prodding in my torso and gasped when she hit a particularly tender spot, causing myself more pain than I was already in. "Yup, at least three broken ribs, and a nasty gash on your forehead and everywhere else on your body…you've got a fever too" she muttered and stopped prodding to lay a cool hand on my forehead. She turned to a little copper haired girl whom I assumed was Brie.

My assumption was confirmed as the woman addressed her as such "Brie!" she barked at the little girl "Go and get the wagon. We need to get him home so I can bind and set his leg and stitch his cuts." She said then turned back to me and her voice softened "You're lucky, you got off easier than most I've seen come down from the cliff." She said, her tone almost pitying, as if she thought I had tried to commit suicide and failed. At that moment Brie came back leading a little gray mare harnessed to a wagon filled with straw. "Brace yourself hon, I'm going to carry you over to the wagon and sit you down in it." She said, and that was all the warning I received before pain shot through my whole body.

I let out a low moan of pain as I was quickly taken to the back of the wagon and she sat me, with my back against the side down gently in the straw, she covered my lower half with a holey plaid blanket. "Brie, stay in the back with him and make sure his leg doesn't move too much, I'll lead Daisy slowly." She instructed. Brie complied almost instantly and climbed in the back avoiding jarring my leg by climbing past the seat in the front, kneeling next to me, I noticed then that she wasn't as young as I thought she was, she was at least ten but looked young for her age, she looked closer to seven or eight.

Brie gently picked up my bad leg, making sure not to hurt me and laid it across her lap cushioning it, it was still a bit painful but not as much as it would have been had she not been there. After about and hour of the slightly -less- than- painful wagon ride, the movement stopped. I had begun to doze off just before the wagon stopped; I felt myself being lifted again and was vaguely aware of being carried into the small one room-two if you counted the loft- red brick house and she sat me upright against the far wall on a bed. "There you go hon, we'll take care of you until you're better." The woman said kindly patting my shoulder then went over to the kitchen and began to boil some water, for cleaning my cuts I guessed.

I opened my mouth to thank her and Brie, but it dawned on me then that I didn't know her name I hadn't even said anything to her yet, but she was treating me as if we'd known each other for a long time. With the thought of her name in mind, it sparked another thought, one that had nothing to do with the two over in the kitchen tearing and boiling old linens…what was my name? I sat back on the bed and thought hard, but I drew up a blank.

I couldn't remember my own name…or anything about who I was…

Was that any good? Please review, I want to know if it's any good if it's not I won't continue with it… and please try to keep the reviews positive, no flames, those are just mean and hurtful…constructive criticism is nice though.