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3rd Sand Coffin [Video/Action]

[Without preamble, Gaara accesses the network and just gets straight to the point.] The medical supplies in the infirmary are inadequate. With imminent danger, recovery time is best limited, whenever possible.

For those of you willing to divulge, state your name and healing knowledge or capabilities. You may be contacted in the future for medical assistance.

[His attention shifts over to the notebook lying beside the keyboard, pen poised and ready to write information down.]

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[After it is all said and done, after the time spent in the infirmary, Elian enters the library to regain his bearings. There is so much to do.

He spots Gaara at one of the terminals and listens intently. His face shows that pang of guilt that causes him to think he might have spurred this on in some way. Maybe it's better to leave it be and do some work. He won't assume. Research, that's always a good thing.

He grabs a book from one of the shelves, opens it and raises his brow in confusion while turning it to the side. Somehow, it didn't make much sense. Maybe it's the morphine that playing tricks on his vision.

Eventually, he gives up trying and closes the cover with dejection.]

[Right after posting the message, he reclined back into the chair and released a quiet sigh. He was finally coming to terms with the fact that this place wasn’t the facility. That meant he had to start over and figure things out anew. He didn’t know very many of the tower residents, and even if some people weren’t willing to give information, there were still ways for him to find the answers he needed.

He passed a quick glance around the room, and saw Elian closing a book. He frowned slightly; had the other already recovered from his descent into death? At the facility, people that returned from the dead were in fairly terrible condition for the first few days, and often had trouble functioning. Maybe the process was different here.

Or maybe Elian was just stubborn.

In a quiet tone, he called over to him.] How is your recovery progressing?

[Elian looked over his shoulder with a small shrug. Gaara was right about one thing, Elian was stubborn. Very stubborn. As long as he was able to stand, he could work and that was how he was raised. He was a soldier first. His father made sure that following the orders given were to be carried out exactly to the letter. There were no deviations.

Elian wasn't able to read anything. His vision was blurry, his ears felt like they had cotton in them and his sense of smell was severely lessened along with the bitter taste in his mouth. Still, he was alive and it wasn't really worth complaining about.]

Satisfactory, although not entirely perfect.

[He surveys him carefully, taking note of his discomfort. He didn’t know how much Elian had absorbed from their conversation, but he would seriously be setting back his recovery if he kept pushing himself.]

You don’t seem comfortable. You should continue resting. [He glances at the book in his hands.] You can read in bed.

[He absorbed enough of the information to get himself rested enough to at least study his surroundings. Reckless acts won't accomplish anything and he refrains from that. He looks at the book with a hand raised to his cheek, his head resting on his open palm.]

I know.

[The truth of the matter was that he didn't want to be alone. If he could stand up and walk, he could get out of bed.]

What is it? [Slight head tilt.] Do you feel bored?

[His head fell onto the table top with his supporting hand up. The morphine hasn't completely worn off so his body's reactions are less than exemplary. A little high, a lot lonely and definitely lethargic, Elian lets out a sigh.]

No. I don't wanna be alone. That's all.

......

[He was surprised to hear that. Elian wasn’t as mechanical as he thought, if he had those kinds of feelings. There was hope for him yet.

Gaara rose from his seat and walked away from the terminal, heading toward him.]

Do you not have friends here?

I do.

[There is a pause for a moment before he looks at Gaara. His more human-like traits are definitely apparent in his speech. There is no more reason to hide behind logic.]

You're one of them, aren't you? Ishtar is another, then there's Amalia and Keiri but...

[Another pause. This time it's accompanied with a shy, but small smile.]

I'm sure they have better things to do than hang out with me.

Then you’re not alone. [Forgive him for his bluntness, Elian, but he couldn’t remain unaffected after everything that had happened to him.] Unless the tower rips them away from you. That kind of suffering is… incomparable.

[Him, a friend? Gaara turned his face away for a moment, unsure of how to respond.]

I’m not… [He shook his head; he didn’t really know how to get along with children, but from the time he spent with Reishun, he knew they could be more sensitive about certain things.] It takes time for people to become friends, Elian. True friendship is nurtured and developed. Otherwise, everyone is simply an acquaintance to one another.

[A small smirk of amusement played about his lips.] Knowing Ishtar, she would spend time with you, if you wanted. She is kind and generous, compassionate to a fault. Treat her well.

Ah.

[Elian took no offense in Gaara's response toward friendship. In fact, it made sense. What he didn't understand was how people instantly thought that talking to someone meant they were friends for life. Unkei was like that and he visibly shudders.]

I guess in that case, it's better to have quality over quantity. I understand.

[Elian wasn't exactly the typical child. He looked a whole lot younger than what his age really was. A side effect of the dwarfism he suffers from he doesn't age the same. At 14, he had seen more than most should at his age.]

But how does a person know if they have true friendship or not? As much as I like Ishtar, I don't think we have that much in common. Although, I did promise her that I would take her to an arcade someday...[He's now thinking on that part.] I should follow through.

[That was how Naruto and some other people had behaved. Quite frankly, he disagreed with their views on friendship. It was stupid, plain and simple, to trust someone without getting to know them first. And even then, they could have hidden agendas.]

Yes, it is. Some people think otherwise. They believe that they must be surrounded by many others, to validate their own existence. [Gaara frowned slightly.] That isn't an ideology I can agree with.

[A difficult question to answer. After all this time, Gaara himself was still learning about the ties called "friendship" - amongst other kinds of bonds. He thought about the friends he had made at the facility, and what they did for each other that bound them together.]

A friend is someone that you can trust and depend on, when you're in need. A friend will associate with you, regardless of your flaws as a person. A true friend won't abandon you, even if you are the one to walk away. [Gaara focused his gaze on the wall in front of him, his mind starting to get lost with memories.] A friend is patient, accepting, and understanding, but wouldn't be afraid to confront you, should you be led astray.

[Slowly, he shook his head.] Friends are not clones of each other. They're not required to share all of the same interests and hobbies. Friendships, when complementary, are beneficial in helping both parties grow. One-sided bonds are-...

[He cut himself off, not wanting to talk about that right now.]

If you gave Ishtar your word, then you should keep it. Friends should not betray each other. [His gaze darkened a little just then, while uttering the last sentence.]

[Elian pulled his head up from the table. Everything that Gaara said was true. He knew the textbook definition but not the practical sense of the word. His world, everyone he knew, only a handful of those people he trusted and only one he called friend.

Now, he had to start all over again. The rational explanations and the knowledge from others really helped him along toward that understanding, that comprehension of humanity at its most basic level of what a society really is.

He nods his head and stands up from behind the table.]

Then, it's time for me to go and fulfill that promise. I need the exercise anyway.

[Gaara really was the last person anyone should ask about friendship, considering his past. He probably should have directed Elian to Ishtar instead. She would know better.

He quirked a brow at the boy.] Now? You have yet to fully recover. Ishtar would be displeased if she knew what you wanted to do, in spite of your current condition.

[The dizziness was definitely a sign of that fact and he plopped back down on the chair to hide it, rather graceless at that.]

I better wait.

[His hand reached for the book that was once discarded and opens it up, his chin rested on the edge of the table.]

My premature decision to leave the infirmary obviously comes at a price.

......

[He noticed that odd little stumble. His stubbornness would come at a price too, if he wasn’t more careful.]

Elian. [Back in his commanding voice.] Return to the infirmary and rest until you have recovered.

[After a short pause, he decided to warn him.] I can utilize force, if necessary. Or I could simply inform Ishtar of your careless behavior.

[At this point, he would rather go back to his room and sleep it off than stay in that infirmary. He closes the book and gathers it into his hands before he stands up slowly. Moving too fast brings the dizziness too quickly and he's not about to lose his footing in front of Gaara like this.

It's bad enough that he pushes himself like this.]

That won't be necessary. I'll go to my room now. I'm sorry I bothered you.

[He knows that Gaara means well. His father did the same at times which makes this particular encounter a little difficult to ignore as he walks toward the door.]

[Next time, he might just use force right from the start. Elian was like Ishtar, in this regard. Hard workers, yes, but sometimes foolishly so. The boy had just been revived from death. The second time, at that. One would think he’d know how to take care of himself better.]

......

[As he walked by and headed toward the door, Gaara called out to him.]

You’re not bothering me. You simply need to place your own well-being on a higher priority. [He paused briefly, and then followed up with.] I can visit you at a later time. However… you won’t be returning to the infirmary, correct?

[Elian stops, and looks over his shoulder at Gaara just short of the door with a nod.]

Correct. It wouldn't do me any good to stay at the infirmary. I'm just going to go to sleep anyway when my room is closer. Two-twelve.

[There is a small, hopeful smile that follows.]

I...would like that.

[He muttered thoughtfully.] I suppose there might be other patients in more dire need of it…

[He returned to the terminal and wrote the room number down in his notebook.]

Send me a message when you awaken. [He stared down at the page for a moment, thinking.] Is there anything you would like me to bring? [Other than political guests, he really didn’t know how to entertain people. Children seemed to like games, but what could they play here?]

(OOC: Would you mind throwing up a log? XD Unless you want to handwave?)

That's what I was thinking...belatedly.

[He opens the door and then pauses again.]

Um, it's not necessary. As long as it's not melons, I really don't mind. I'm okay with just conversation.

[Elian wasn't the typical child, but he certainly had his moments of immature actions and thoughts just like any other kid.

He didn't want to spend too much time there and decides to leave so Gaara could do his work without distractions.]

(OOC: On it. :D)

*Have a teal haired man rubbing the back of his head.*

I'm not a nanosurgeon, but I do have some medical Ethers that can heal basic injuries fairly quickly.

[A what surgeon? Gaara blinks in bewilderment at that foreign word.

He sets that aside for the time being and writes “Ethers” down in the notebook.] Basic injuries – are you referring to bruises or open wounds?

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