記憶したか? (kiokushitaka) wrote in anathema_, @ 2010-02-01 01:29:00 |
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drabble - Altaïr Gets Sick
"Come, Altaïr. You must rest." Malik ushered the other man towards a simple bed.
"No, I must train. I cannot afford to rest." Altaïr retorted.
"And it is such thinking that has made you ill! You can barely stand! Tell me how you are planning on training in such a state?"
"I am fine now. Release me and let me train!" Altaïr struggled against the man who was able to hold him down with just his one arm. This should have been proof enough to anyone lucid that Altaïr was not well.
"You most certainly are not fine." Malik hissed, pushing Altaïr down onto the bedding and straddling him to keep him from getting back up. "Lie down and rest."
"I do not have time for this!" Altaïr struggled in vain against Malik's weight, but the rafiq was steadfast and did not move.
"I do not care what you do or do not have time for. You are unwell and must rest to regain your strength. I have here a remedy from the pharmacist to quicken the healing." Malik said evenly as he removed a pouch from his belt and extracted a small bottle.
"I am not ill." Altaïr insisted.
"Then why did you collapse during the training exercise? You- of all the brothers- fell to the ground during the most mundane of exercises and you are not unwell? Do not be ridiculous." Malik snapped, still sitting on Altaïr who would try to unbalance the other man from time to time. "Stop trying to escape. I will not let it happen. You will never recover swiftly unless you allow me to help you."
Altaïr frowned, unhappy with the turn of events, but finally complied. He allowed Malik to open his robes as he dabbed something that smelled of musk and camphor, causing him to wrinkle his nose. It was a penetrating smell that invaded his nostrils and he did not much care for it.
"This should help open your nose." Malik explained, "It is Muthallaathat."
"It smells awful." Altaïr complained.
"See, it is already working." Malik replied with a smirk. Altaïr's frown deepened. "This will help, but you will need to rest. I'm going to be keeping an eye on you, so do not get any ideas." He fixed the skilled assassin with an icy glare. If looks could kill, Altaïr would be even deadlier right now. "Perhaps I shall just remain atop you." Malik mused, grinning widely.
"Do not dare..." Altaïr hissed, "Or I will-"
"You will what? You cannot even topple me from my perch. You could not even fend me off- I who am missing one arm."
"Do not try to play yourself off as a weakling because you lack an arm."
"I am not, but I would not think it possible to be much a hindrance to you." Malik replied coolly, "Thankfully you are not at full strength and that is all the proof you should need to know you are ailing." Altaïr opened his mouth to retort, but was unable to think of one. He closed his mouth, pressing his lips into a thin line and finally stopped trying to get Malik off of him.
"Fine. I'll rest."
"I knew you would see things my way."