scraping the bottom

[musubi]

Characters: [ou] Isamu Nitta and OPEN.
Setting: library
Format: any
Summary: The growths that helped Isamu survive in the passageways of Amala are falling away, leaving a sickly, vulnerable mess of a teenager behind.
Warnings: Possible grossness?

The following message, meant to be filtered but failing to be so, is left on the network:

H -
help
- I

Isamu will not respond to anyone who answers, but will remain curled up in his seat at the console, knees pulled up to his chin. He's shivering, despite the layer of sweat that's causing the crumbling dirt-like remains of the growths to become mud on his skin, and he's hardly slept in days. One might think that being shirtless still would be counterproductive to his recovery, but he doesn't want anything touching his skin right now.

Withdrawal from the magatsuhi, the energy the demons fed on, is doing a number on his system. For now, the worst has basically passed, but he isn't aware of this. As far as he's concerned, he could be dying again and he doesn't know what to do.


((ooc: Sorry for a second post so soon, but I didn't want to inflict this on others when they had their own plots/intros going on.))

Comments

[musubi]

Yeah, no kidding.

[Despite anything he might have said, that should have been apparent from his appearance alone. He twitches away from her touch, but it's not like he can get far. His skin is slick with sweat.]

[nottheonly]

I'm taking you to the infirmary.

[She wraps her arms tighter around him.]

Can you walk a little? Or do I carry you?

[musubi]

Let... let me go!

[He lacks the strength to shove her away, and despite his protests he doesn't even do much struggling.

His angry stare is soon pointed at his feet.]

...I don't know.

[terreifying]

Then sorry for the carry.

[She gives him a quick smile, and moves to hold him in a bridal carry.]

[musubi]

[Whoa, what? He is not being carried by a girl.]

Put me down!

[Now he does struggle as much as he can in earnest.]

I-I'll try and walk, just... just don't do this!

[nottheonly]

[She considers it for a moment, and then gently sets him down to see if he really can walk.]

[musubi]

[Isamu's legs are shaky, and he leans hard into the girl. If he keeps himself focused on putting one leg in front of the other, he might be able to get somewhere. As long as he has something to lean on when necessary.

Anything to keep him from being held like that.]

[terreifying]

[She slows down her pace so she can walk beside him. She starts guiding him toward the stairwell.]

The infirmary is just one floor down. Think you can take a nap there?

[musubi]

I haven't... been able to sleep well.

[Though given how much all of this is tiring him out, that might not be much of a problem for long.]

[nottheonly]

What's wrong? Nightmares?

[musubi]

[He shakes his head and stumbles, finding it hard to walk and talk at the same time. She's partly right, though he won't admit it, but there was something else that didn't help either.]

C-couldn't breathe.

[It's a little better now, but his breaths still come heavy - mostly due to the current exertion.]

[nottheonly]

That sounds really bad. I don't know if they're demons or not, but you need a doctor.

[musubi]

[He can't really protest anymore, seeing as she's already leading him there. Instead he says nothing, focusing entirely on remaining upright.]

[nottheonly]

[Slowly but surely, they trudge toward their destination.]

...Say, what's your name, exactly?

[musubi]

Isamu.

[He'll give his whole name if she asks, but right now he doesn't think that's necessary.]

[terreifying]

I'm Rei.

[She too gives him only her first name.]

[musubi]

[He wants to answer with something rude, such as how much he doesn't care what her name is, but he has enough sense to know that's probably not the best thing to do to your main source of support.]

...Okay.

[terreifying]

...Sooo, are you new here? Haven't seen you before.

That is the most terrifying Rei icon ever.

[musubi]

None of your business.

[Ah, there's the rudeness.]

I know, right?

[nottheonly]

You know, if you're new, I could help you with getting around. Or tell you important stuff. But I guess that's really not my business.

[musubi]

[She gets nothing more than a grunt in response to that, and he stumbles into the wall where he has to pause for a breather.]

[nottheonly]

[She waits to see when he'll recover.]

...Are you sure you don't want the carry?

[musubi]

[He nods, finally pushing away to walk along beside her again.]

[nottheonly]

[She remains silent, walking alongside him and watching to see if he stumbles again.

[musubi]

[He will, several times, but at least he's staying upright. That's the important part.]

...Are we almost there?