29 August, 2008

[feline_sonata]

Characters: Ollie feline_sonata, Itachi kin_slayer, Al bloodseal_soul, Lelouch le_louch
When: Following this conversation.
Where: Oliver and Skyler's room at Murre's
Rating: Teen (for Itachi?)
Summary: Oliver has misplaced his inhaler, and guess what? Now's the perfect time for an asthma attack...good thing Itachi's really does have a heart and Al is such a caring soul.

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[feline_sonata]

Oliver's ears flicked when Itachi barged in. His hand tightened a little against his chest. He tried to sit up a little, decided against it, and focused on breathing. His shoulder was trembling even beyond the desperate breaths, and it couldn't be too hard to tell he was more than a little afraid.

"Pocket," he managed, a tear rolling along his nose. He nudged the pants with the PCD, not really even responding to Al's voice or Lelouch's...the second hadn't been on the little machine, it seemed. He couldn't place why that was important. He could barely hold himself together. Struggling for air, he bit down on his tongue to help him focus. It was...something.

"Floor," he gasped, hoping Itachi understood. Oliver hadn't had the chance to really look, in case the thing had fallen out and rolled under the bed or something. It was all he could do to keep himself from coming apart, to keep breathing, to...a whimper escaped from him, an ear flicking miserably.

((OOC: Oh, man. >< I got so sidetracked today, folks, I'm so sorry. Er. I'll let Lelouch know about this with a response to his post. Er. Hi. I'm sorry again. ><))

[kin_slayer]

"In here Lelouch-san." Itachi's voice rang out clearly as he concentrated on Oliver. The young man was pale and not naturally so--sweat was beading on his skin in that clammy way of panic and stress. Itachi had no idea what an inhaler would look like, but he checked the floor thoroughly and quickly for anything that might be it.

He came up with nothing he didn't recognize the use for. Deciding that pursuit was useless Itachi sat down next to Oliver, placed a hand on the others shoulder again, and closed his eyes in an internal debate. Calming. He needed to calm Oliver down and keep him breathing. What did he know that would calm Oliver? Music? Yes, maybe that.

"Try to breathe to three counts like I told you, Oliver-kun." Itachi said mildly. He licked his lips and considered what songs he knew--mostly old lullabies his mother had sung, and that he'd in turn sung to Sasuke. He picked the first that came to mind. It was one of Sasuke's favorites, and Itachi tried not to think about that as he started the first verse, voice gentle and sweet and surprisingly quite good and tuned for an amateur.

[bloodseal_soul]

Alphonse was glad that the household wasn't too incredibly far, and that he'd had a small rest while searching for the medicine, but it was still hard on what endurance he had, and it was literally painful to run unless he kept an arm across his chest. He was started to really hate being a girl. His face was bright red and there was sweat making strands from his ponytail stick to the back of his neck when he finally had to stop to catch his breath.

If I were armor, I'd be there by now.

He hated it when thoughts like that cropped up. For all he was happy to have his normal body (or as normal as it could be called at this point) there were times, usually when he wanted to help someone, that he wished he weren't so weak. No time to dwell on it now - he would simply make himself the best he could possibly be.

"Almost-... there," he promised into the PCD as he walked fast to avoid pushing himself too far past endurance. As soon as he could breathe again he started sprinting.

[feline_sonata]

Oliver nodded at Itachi, once, and didn't bother trying to say anything. He tried to count...it was so hard to focus on something so trivial, though. One...one...two...two...two... He whined again, very softly, and dropped the PCD to grab at Itachi when the singing started.

He knew he desperatly needed to calm down, to focus, to breathe...God...he couldn't catch his breath...

He barely glanced up at Lelouch, but even in that, it would be hard to miss the wetness in his eyes and on his face if one was looking at him. His hand tightened against his shirt a little more, the muscles trembling at the death grip.

Death.

There was a little sound as Olvier tried to wrench his mind back. They were doing it all wrong, he couldn't keep his mind there. He needed Wyatt or Katie. God. Katie'd blame herself, he knew it. If she'd been there, with them, it would have been one thing, but she was in America...

No!

Breathe!

One...one...one...two...

[kin_slayer]

Itachi shook his head at Lelouch. He let Oliver cling to him and patted the cat boy's hand once, comfortingly. The clammy cold flesh he felt was not comforting to Itachi, however. If Oliver lost too much more oxygen in his blood stream he wouldn't stay conscious--it would be like drowning, and Itachi was intimately aware of what drowning looked like. He glanced at Oliver's lips--not blue yet, small blessing there.

The shinobi rather wished he knew more about asthma.

Itachi rubbed Oliver's back gently, slow circles to try and calm and ease tension. Singing wasn't helping apparently, so he stopped and looked again at Lelouch.

"I looked but I found nothing. You might have better luck. If Alphonse-kun does not get here soon I am taking him to the nearest clinic." His voice was low and calm.