Ishak Rahim, calling. [condor] (ishak) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-11-16 04:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, anthony liu, ishak rahim |
WHO: Ishak Rahim and Anthony Liu
WHAT: Ishak and Athony talk about Anthony's Current State. (spoiler: it's not good)
WHEN: Thursday evening (11/15)
WHERE: Anthony's room, 5F
WARNINGS: none
STATUS: complete
Ishak searched with great determination. Searching took up a surprisingly large chunk of his life, as he tended to lose any object that wasn’t attached to him, and he’d become so accustomed to it that he rarely put much effort into it anymore; all the important things eventually came back to him, a rather Zen (if lazy) philosophy he’d adopted over the years. But this was important. This was a mission, given to him by Anthony’s own mother, to find his fellow Malaysian and figure out why he hadn’t called home since they’d woken up or been anything like his usual cheerful, wonderful self. It took him a few minutes to realize that he should probably start with Anthony’s room and so he stood knocking on the door, trying not to think about how narrow the corridors were and how the walls sort of looked like rocks and wow was the air thin inside or something? He tried not to fidget too much and knocked again. “Anthony? It’s Ishak, are you there?” Carter’s question about his power had caught him so off-guard on the network that for a moment he forgot about his annoyance with his friends swarming over him about who he chose to heal. Really, it was then that he decided that he didn’t want to deal with anyone anymore, and had tossed his phone on his bed. It had landed somewhere on the floor; he didn’t care. He trusted his teammate, but the more people knew, the more worried he was. What if they were kept going on like this? Didn’t they trust him? What had upsetted him even more was that Claudia seemed to think that he would deliberately let Caleb get hurt when channeling his power. Didn’t she believe anything he said before? He heard the knocks on the door, and was tempted not to answer it, even if he could recognise Ishak's voice. At this point, he was also done thinking. He didn’t want to anymore. Anthony was sitting at his desk, and had been staring blankly into space for a while, letting his mind roam but never stray too far to accidentally cause him to fall asleep. He forced himself to get up, hoping that Ishak would leave soon so that he can be alone again. "Hi," he greeted the boy, stepping back to let him in. Ishak had been one of the people that he had supposedly made up, too. Or not make up. He blinked a little as he focused on him. Yes, he was definitely there. "What's up?" he noted how drowsy his own voice sounded. On one hand, Ishak was happy that his searching had ended at the first try; on the other hand, finding Anthony like this was possibly worse than not finding him at all. And now that he was here, what was he supposed to say? (And stranger still, how did he always forget what he wanted to say in front of Anthony? That was a thought for another time.) He entered the room and immediately had to remind himself not to leave. It’s just a room, this is IVI, it’s nothing to fear. Instead he focused on Anthony, who looked exhausted and entirely too unhappy for someone who had recently avoided death. People were supposed to be happy after not dying, right? “I came to see you,” he said simply. “I haven’t seen you in like, forever.” Usually Anthony would probably make a joking remark about how three days wasn’t exactly ‘forever’. At that moment, such a joke didn’t even cross his mind. Instead of answering Ishak’s question, his eyes strayed towards the bandages wrapped around his arm and leg. “What happened?” he asked, nodding towards the injuries. Ishak jumped slightly. “Oh! Um. It’s nothing, just - it’s from the dream but it’s not a big deal.” His voice was bright and cheerful but he surreptitiously tried to hide his arm behind him. He gestured instead to the other scrapes and bruises on his non-bandaged arm, all of which were healing nicely, if slowly. “The doctor said I’d be fine in a week and it looks pretty good, I think!” Anthony was already familiar with the tell-tale signs of people trying to hide their injuries from him upfront. It made him more concerned for the boy, considering he was one of his closest friends, both coming from the same country and Anthony saw him as a little brother. “Let me take a look,” he sounded less demanding now. “I won’t do anything to it.” That was, of course, most likely going to be a lie. Ishak hesitated but in the end he held his bandaged arm out for inspection. “But aren’t you tired? You already had to heal all the people who woke up.” He vaguely remembered Anthony walking around and the doctors saying something about other people helping but Ishak had been focused on trying to get out before Anthony got to him. It wasn’t much, but he figured that if Anthony had one less person to heal he’d be slightly less tired; looking at him now, his good intentions didn’t seem to make that much of a difference. He ignored the question. Of course he was tired. But that didn’t mean he was going to tell Ishak the truth. After being swarmed by his friends for agreeing to heal a person’s broken finger, he had had enough of people telling him what to do. Carefully, he unwrapped the bandaged arm, finally examining the injury without so much of a flinch on his face. He had seen worse-- but this was still bad; the bite mark had turned black. Based on experience, he had feeling it would keep eating away his skin cells within the next few days, and he assumed that the same went for his leg. Not really thinking much about whether he should or shouldn’t, his hand hovered the injury and he concentrated on healing whatever it was that had been hurting Ishak. The process didn’t take long, but right afterwards, he realized that the room was spinning around, and had to take a clumsy step back to sit down on his chair. Ishak hadn’t really looked at the bite since he’d changed the bandage this morning but now that Anthony was unwrapping it looked worse. He didn’t know anything about medicine but he was pretty sure that insect bites weren’t supposed to turn black. He wondered if asking Anthony for advice would be pushing it and then - “Hey wait - hey, you said you weren’t going to do anything!” It sounded stupid and petulant (what was the point of waiting if you were just going to do it now) but before he could stop it the healing was over and Anthony was - collapsing? “Whoa, what just - you are tired!” His tone leaned towards shock, this time, but also a bit accusing; Anthony was the older one, the more experience, he was supposed to know better. “Do you want to lie down? Are you going to faint?” Lying down in this condition might make him fall asleep, and so Anthony was staunchly against the idea. He shook his head, which made it worse. He tried not to show it by lifting his head to look at Ishak again, which was not exactly the best idea, considering the healing had zapped away his strength and he probably didn’t look like he was in a good condition at all. “No, I’m fine,” he stubbornly insisted, fists clenched to keep himself awake. He wasn’t going to faint. Not after he had managed to gone this far through the day without being unconscious. “Um, Anthony? You really don’t look good.” Ishak felt strange standing over Anthony like this so he knelt down instead, looking around to see if Anthony had a water bottle or something around. He didn’t know if that would be helpful but instinct told him that it was important to offer water to people who were about to faint. “I really think you should lie down.” Annoyance flickered over his pale face. He was sick of having people telling him how he was supposed to be, sick of them telling him what to do. “I don’t want to,” he snapped. “If you were here to just tell me what to do, then go away.” Shifting in his chair, he made an attempt to move, to get up and show Ishak that he was perfectly fine --- -- Only to be hit by a wave nausea, causing him to black out, falling on to his friend. Ishak was not one to panic. By nature he was pretty calm and not prone to flailing, which was a good thing since his long limbs would make flailing very painful for everyone around him. But it had been a very bad week and Ishak was a little more prone to anxiety (and perhaps hyperbole), so when Anthony really did faint Ishak’s brain went from “well this is not good” to “ALERT ALERT PEOPLE ARE DYING” in no time at all. He somehow managed to turn Anthony around so that he could see for himself - yep, Anthony was out cold, he was clearly passed out and possibly dying, he was clearly too tired from all that healing and then he’d healed Ishak so obviously his current unconscious state was Ishak’s fault. His first instinct was to cry and he had to remind himself to breathe; in, out, don’t cry, that isn’t going to help. Help, get help, get help where - oh right, doctors. A little more shifting and he picked Anthony up and started for the medbay. They would know what to do. They had to know. |