Post by Zen on May 15, 2020 2:54:07 GMT -5
Following Eyes Like Yours Can't Look Away
“What is it?” Yelanna strode onto the deck of the ship and was quickly met by Jusikar, “The flit’s note just said to come to the ship immediately.”
“It’s Treyjen,” Jusikar’s gaze flicked to the door to the captain’s quarters, “He… he hasn’t come outta there’n three days. It’s locked. He won’t answer anyone. But… he talks t’you. I thought, perhaps, y’could get him t’open the door. I’m getting worried about’m.”
“He… three days?” Yelanna moved toward the door, worry creasing her features. She knocked softly, at first, “Treyjen? It’s Yelanna. Can I come in?” She waited, heard nothing, no sign of movement inside. She glanced at Jusikar, “Are you sure he’s in there? He didn’t leave when no one noticed?”
Jusikar shook his head, “I’ve had someone watching his door since he came back. He looked… he was upset, that much was clear, and y’know him, he… very little upsets’m. I can’t imagine what happened, but I thought… well I was worried.”
She knocked again, louder this time, “Treyjen! Let me in!” Still no sound from inside. Shards and shells what has he gone and done to himself now. She tugged the cord from around her neck, upon which hung a key, and slipped it into the lock.
“You… I didn’t know you had a key…?” Jusikar looked entirely surprised.
“He gave me the spare some time ago on the off chance he lost his while drunk,” she explained briefly, “And sharding good thing too.” She pushed the door open to find the man laying in a heap on the floor and rushed to his side, “Treyjen? Treyjen!” She rolled him to his side with some effort and took his face in her hands. He absolutely reeked of alcohol.
He gave a low moan, eyelids fluttering, “Mnnyellin.”
“You stupid man,” she hissed, “Jusikar help me get him up!”
The other man was at her side, helping to heft Treyjen’s dead weight up and drag him toward his bed, but before they could get there Treyjen’s eyes opened suddenly and he struggled away from them, half falling back to the floor as he emptied the contents of his stomach in several great heaves.
Yelanna hurried to close the door before he could become a spectacle for anyone else on the crew and returned to where he was on his hands and knees on the floor, “Jusikar, water.” Jusikar nodded, fetching a cup hanging from a barrel full of water and bringing it back, full, to hand to her. She dumped it right on Treyjen’s head, much to Jusikar’s surprise, before handing it back to him, “More water.”
Treyjen spluttered angrily, “Wha’nth blazes!?” He swatted at the air with one hand ineffectively as he tried to rise to his feet and simply fell back onto his ass. Yelanna knelt in front of him, careful to avoid his sick that was now all over the floor, and took his face in her hands again, making him look at her. He calmed down then, reached up to cover one of her hands with his own. When he spoke, his tone was choked with pain, “Lanna….”
Jusikar returned with the water and she took it from him, holding it up to Treyjen’s lips, ordering softly, “Drink, Captain.” He did, his gaze unfocused as he looked at her.
“Y’never call’n me Cap’n’ymore,” he murmured when she pulled the cup away.
She shook her head, “What have you done to yourself?”
“Mndrinkin,” he stated, rather obviously, and started to lay back on the floor but she stopped him, and Jusikar leaned down to grab his other arm as well, hauling him back to his feet and finally getting him to his bed. A lopsided grin tugged at his lips as he realized Jusikar was there as well, “Well’n. Y’both a’climb’n w’me? Sumfun, eh?”
Jusikar coughed awkwardly at that and Yelanna only rolled her eyes, “No, Treyjen, you’re in no shape for ‘sumfun’, you idiot man.”
“Ey, ey… n’need f’name’n,” he slurred, laying back, flailing one hand in her general direction as he closed his eyes again.
She sighed, casting a look up at Jusikar, “You wouldn’t mind cleaning up the mess, would you?”
Jusikar sighed as well, “I s’pose someone has to.”
“Thank you,” she offered a slight smile, “I appreciate it.”
“Aye, well… y’just take care of’m,” he replied, gaze sliding to Treyjen’s face with some concern, “I’ve never seen’m like this….”
“Neither have I…,” she murmured softly, running one hand over his face and through his wet hair. He leaned into it.
“Mm… ma… y’aven callme shipfish’n s’long…,” his face contorted with an expression of grief all of a sudden, “Shipfish… shipfish... m’so… sorry….”
What on Pern? Yellana frowned, stroking his hair some more, utterly confused as to what he was babbling on about. Shipfish? He passed out again shortly, and Jusikar left them after he’d cleaned up. Yelanna sat on the edge of his bed, watching him sleep, curious and honestly scared about what in the world had caused him to lock himself in his quarters for three days and get drunker than she’d ever seen him before. Had he even eaten anything in that time? Drank anything besides alcohol. Shells but he could have died in here. She leaned down, resting her forehead against his, and closed her eyes against the tears stinging in them, “I could have lost you… shells I could have lost you, we all could have… selfish, stupid man. What would we do without you?”