[Moon 13, Morning, Sick Bay] Imbalance

[Isawa Junpei]

Hauling himself off of the floor in the crew quarters, the Isawa took a ladle of water to rinse out his mouth, stumbling slightly as he did so. His head spun and the air felt thinner. Eyes lolling in their sockets he closed them mustering the will to stand straight. Hanging the ladle in it's place, he made his way slowly out of the large hold and down the corridor. For his first few steps he stayed resolute until a sharp pain wracked his body again and he wavered. Slamming into the wall he held to one of the studs in order to stay steady, but as the ship sailed on further and further, he could feel the elements getting farther away. His breathing was hard, and his face beaded with sweat. Trying to walk again his vision blurred and taking in a sharp breath he collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

[Agasha Qian-Fan]

That was how Qian-Fan found him. He watched carefully for a second to ensure the Isawa was still breathing, no need to touch dead flesh unless he really had to, and then the Agasha moved quickly. Not wanting to look weak in front of the rest of the crew, and one Moshi in particular, he grunted as he picked up his fellow priest and carried/dragged the Isawa into sick bay properly. He lifted the air tensai into one of the two berths with another grunt and then set to examining him properly. A quick and efficient examination found the cause and Qian-Fan puzzled over what to do about it.

[Isawa O-Washi]

The eta who's job it was to clean up after such indignities was brave enough to trouble O-Washi about his ill Cousin and so the Isawa came at a fast pace, concern driving out his annoyance. "Agasha-san...how is our poor Clanmate?"

[Agasha Qian-Fan]

Qian-Fan stirred from his thoughts and dropped a proper bow before replying.

"Seasickness I think. I had thought he'd gotten over the worst of it, but apparently not. I am not sure how to approach this now. Most of my patients with this malady are at least conscious."

[Isawa O-Washi]

Moving up to the berth, the larger man's great hands were remarkably gentle as they pushed back the hair of the unconscious man and then gently tested the tautness of the skin, feeling the signs of dehydration in how slowly it snapped back into place.

"He is, by his papers, a tensai." Out of kindness for the ill man, O-washi kept his voice low. "This place is hard on any of us who hear the kami but for those trained so, it is much worse. I expect it is that, as much as any physical concern, that has left him this way."

With a sigh, the big man moved to one of the many cabinets and drew out a small ceramic flask. "I'll hold him upright if you'll pour."

[Agasha Qian-Fan]

Another nod and Qian-Fan darted around O-Washi and into position, reaching out for the flask.

"Of course, Isawa-sama."

[Isawa O-Washi]

After passing off the bottle, the gunso settled himself so that he was half-sitting on the berth before carefully wrapping his arm behind Junpei's shoulder. His free hand carefully pulled back the man's hair and controlled his head so that it wouldn't roll about on his neck as he raised the smaller man up to a sitting position. Cradling his Cousin against his massive chest, O-washi nodded his readiness to the Agasha.

[Agasha Qian-Fan]

Qian-Fan moved the flask in over the unconscious Isawa's mouth and opened his lips with his other hand. He began to pour the liquid in slowly while asking a quick question.

"All or just a portion, Isawa-sama?"

[Isawa O-Washi]

Twisting his head to look sidelong at the poor man he held, O-washi did a quick bit of mental calculation. "All of it. He needs the liquid as much as anything else and while it may make him a bit woozy it'll at least help him keep things down, which is key at this juncture, poor lad."

[Agasha Qian-Fan]

Another nod and the flask was tipped up until empty. Qian-Fan making sure that the Isawa swallowed rather than choked on the liquid as he went. Professional curiosity soon got the better of him though.

"What is in the flask, Isawa-sama?"

[Isawa O-Washi]

"A rather effective Yoritomo blend designed to quiet the the kami of the stomach so that it feels nothing. It lets a seasick person keep down nourishment, though eating's not exactly enjoyable since you don't feel hungry, either."

Gently, the big Isawa lowered his fellow down to the berth again. "He needs liquid as much as nourishment...what would you suggest?"

Even in this, there were assessments to conduct.

[Agasha Qian-Fan]

"A broth, light and clear. Probably not fish based as that would just remind him of where he is. Poultry or tofu, if such things are available on board. Weak tea, preferably with mint if he needs or wants more."

The Agasha looked concerned for his clanmate, enough to momentarily forget about the tortured waves outside.


Medicine roll to back up my dodgy RL knowledge.

[Isawa O-Washi]

A small smile appeared on O-washi's face. "Very good. I'm thinking miso to start...the salt in it will encourage him to drink more."

[Agasha Qian-Fan]

Qian-Fan half smiled back.

"He'll need someone to feed him as well. I doubt he'll be in any condition to do so for himself once he wakes. I will volunteer to do so unless you wish a non-Phoenix to take the task. Moshi-sama has been quite direct in training us to ignore clan groupings."

[Isawa O-Washi]

"We've eta for that. You're a good man to think of helping your shipmate that way but there's no sense lowering yourself to a task we've others trained and suitable to do."

O-washi studied the resting air tensai again and, seeing his color slightly better, sighed in relief. "Checking in on him would be good, though. Poor lad's probably miserable on several fronts and friendly company can't hurt."

[Agasha Qian-Fan]

Qian-Fan shivered slightly as the water kami outside let go a particularly loud moan.

"Hai, Isawa-sama."

He flinched again.

"Is it always like this here?"

[Isawa O-Washi]

O-washi turned and looked straight into his fellow priest's eyes. His own were a dark blue, almost black, with swirling surges of eerie green.

"Yes. If the damned Skull Tide comes near, it's a lot worse." His mouth formed a smile with no real humor in it. "Where the sea usually whimpers and moans, the Tide screams and gibbers until it's all you can do not to join right in. I had to risk a Banishment last time I encountered it, kansen be damned, or go utterly mad."

[Agasha Qian-Fan]

"Skull Tide? I shall pray we do not encounter that on this voyage."

He looked away, trying to focus on Junpei's well being rather than what may never happen.

[Isawa O-Washi]

"I also. Fervently. Once was more than enough for my lifetime, I think." A ghost of a smile crossed the man's face. "At least there's a waypoint...if there wasn't the break in the middle, I'd be more ill-tempered than Moshi-sama on her worst day."

[Agasha Qian-Fan]

"A waypoint? Safe from the . . . situation we are currently in?"

He looked hoepful all of a sudden.