Elias, Bahir
If at any time Eli's friends were squeamish about how much hair he had on his head, now is DEFINITELY the time to visit. He is completely shaven bald. There isn't an iota of hair on his face and head except for his eye brows. His scalp is covered in gauze, so the lack of hair up there is both more and less noticeable at the same time. The clean, clean white of the bandages are eye catching, but they also cover where most of his hair would have been. This baldness is HUGE. Otherwise, Eli is boringly sat in his hospital bed, covers over his lap, pajamas on his top half, book in his lap. He is not really reading. Hospitals ruin one's train of thought like that.
Nat has never been all that insistent on perfect hair, and she's spent rather a lot of time around someone in bandanas lately. And in hospitals. She does not like hospitals. In fact, she whispers as much to Bahir as they approach, lingering in the hall for a moment. "--really can't wait til they let him out. I'm /sick/ of this--"
Natalie has never been all that insistent on perfect hair, and she's spent rather a lot of time around someone in bandanas lately. And in hospitals. She does not like hospitals. In fact, she whispers as much to Bahir as they approach, lingering in the hall for a moment. "--really can't wait til they let him out. I'm /sick/ of this--"
"Slight improvement over a mental institution, though," Bahir fills in when Natalie breaks off. He will surely be relieved to see the beard gone, but for the moment, he lingers, too. "More sick, less crazy. " He reaches out to give her arm a bracing squeeze, plastic bag on his arm swinging slightly with the movement. Then he pushes her toward the door. After you.
Elias looks up when the door opens, albeit slowly. His eyes focus on the handle first, then slide up to eye level - that of his doctors. When it is not doctors who enter, Eli's brows rise and his forehead crinkles. "Oh. Hey."
Gee. Thanks. Natalie scowls and then stumbles toward the door and steps inside, sweeping her gaze up to fix it on Elias. She looks abruptly guilty. "Elias," she says. "Hey. Hi. You're looking good." Relatively speaking.
"Well, you could look worse." Trailing after Natalie, Bahir eyes clean-shaven features with approval and the broad span of gauze somewhat dubiously. "Hey. Brought you something." He pushes the bag over.
Elias reaches out for the bag, fingers clinging to the plastic to make certain that he has a good grip before he relieves Bahir of the weight. "Thanks. I feel worse. I don't know. Crazy seemed manageable in the long run." He flashes a quick smile before glancing up at Bahir's then Natalie's faces. "Thanks for coming by." Now, he peeks in the bag.
"You'd rather be crazy?" Natalie startles in clear surprise, looking over to Bahir and then flashing back to Elias.
It is not much, in the way of weight. Within are peanut butter cups of no particular distinction wrapped in Jack-o-lantern foil. Bahir explains the gift with completely unnecessary gestures: "You know, because you cut open a pumpkin and--?" Here, his hand scoops, and he then points to Elias' head, in case that wasn't clear enough. "I'd rather have a chip in my head than be crazy, I think. One is the fault of the chip. The other is the fault of -- well. You."
"Sorry - it's the whole prospect of being dead in a few weeks if no one figures this thing out." Eli shrugs as he pulls out a chocolate and starts peeling off the foil. "Cute."
"They're going to figure it out," Natalie objects instantly, her voice gone a bit over-loud and her words tripping over each other rather quickly. "Norah's already filed a police report-- something will come of it."
"Eh." Bahir grunts acknowledgement. "Yeah, good point." He glances at Natalie sidelong, neither so loud nor so firm in his assurances. In fact, he's awful silent on that count!
Elias' gaze rises to lock on Natalie's face, distracted by her vehemence from the chocolatey goodness in his fingers. "Natalie." A small wrinkle forms between his eyebrows, his lips tremble before he responds. "I hope the police take this seriously. It was so difficult to get my doctors to care. They have resources, right?" He's not convinced, but he's trying.
"Elias?" Natalie returns swiftly before she glances over at Bahir for moral support. SUPPORT. "Yeah, yeah, sure they do. Norah said they did some stuff. Found out that she was-- um. Bugged, she called it. Some kind of transmission. If you go in they can do the same for yours, maybe-- maybe-- get someone who--" And then she breaks off, clearly out of ideas and a little rattled.
Bahir, caught in the middle of a reach for chocolate, freezes with a guilty expression as Natalie glances in his direction. What? He completes the gesture, peeling back the foil with a slight frown. "I don't know," he says, helpful, and bites the peanut butter cup.
Elias crumples the foil on his own chocolate and turns the treat around in his fingers. "Right now, I'd be happy with a twelve year old genius hacker." He looks down at the chocolate and then up at Natalie before presenting it to her. "I'll go in, Natalie."
"Of course," Natalie answers, blinking, and after a moment she leans forward to take the chocolate.
"Fresh out of genius hackers," Bahir says, tone regretful.
"Well then, Bahir, that's your assignment. You're not doing anything anymore." Elias reaches into the bag and grabs another chocolate, starting to peel it again. His fingers are a little dumb. "So, Natalie. How's the writing?"
Natalie sputters into nervous laughter for a moment and twists the chocolate between her fingers, rolling it this way and that. "Hm?" she asks after a moment, startled. "Oh! Um. You know. It's coming. I think I'll be editing in a couple weeks, which is good."
"Pffft. I'm doing research, like a big kid. Adel, now: /he/ isn't doing anything." Pushing off vague tasks, Bahir is distracted by a buzz at his hip, where his cell is on silent. "Er." He glances, and then looks back at the other two. "Sorry. I'll be back after this." Or else they will wrap! Off he goes.
Nat has never been all that insistent on perfect hair, and she's spent rather a lot of time around someone in bandanas lately. And in hospitals. She does not like hospitals. In fact, she whispers as much to Bahir as they approach, lingering in the hall for a moment. "--really can't wait til they let him out. I'm /sick/ of this--"
Natalie has never been all that insistent on perfect hair, and she's spent rather a lot of time around someone in bandanas lately. And in hospitals. She does not like hospitals. In fact, she whispers as much to Bahir as they approach, lingering in the hall for a moment. "--really can't wait til they let him out. I'm /sick/ of this--"
"Slight improvement over a mental institution, though," Bahir fills in when Natalie breaks off. He will surely be relieved to see the beard gone, but for the moment, he lingers, too. "More sick, less crazy. " He reaches out to give her arm a bracing squeeze, plastic bag on his arm swinging slightly with the movement. Then he pushes her toward the door. After you.
Elias looks up when the door opens, albeit slowly. His eyes focus on the handle first, then slide up to eye level - that of his doctors. When it is not doctors who enter, Eli's brows rise and his forehead crinkles. "Oh. Hey."
Gee. Thanks. Natalie scowls and then stumbles toward the door and steps inside, sweeping her gaze up to fix it on Elias. She looks abruptly guilty. "Elias," she says. "Hey. Hi. You're looking good." Relatively speaking.
"Well, you could look worse." Trailing after Natalie, Bahir eyes clean-shaven features with approval and the broad span of gauze somewhat dubiously. "Hey. Brought you something." He pushes the bag over.
Elias reaches out for the bag, fingers clinging to the plastic to make certain that he has a good grip before he relieves Bahir of the weight. "Thanks. I feel worse. I don't know. Crazy seemed manageable in the long run." He flashes a quick smile before glancing up at Bahir's then Natalie's faces. "Thanks for coming by." Now, he peeks in the bag.
"You'd rather be crazy?" Natalie startles in clear surprise, looking over to Bahir and then flashing back to Elias.
It is not much, in the way of weight. Within are peanut butter cups of no particular distinction wrapped in Jack-o-lantern foil. Bahir explains the gift with completely unnecessary gestures: "You know, because you cut open a pumpkin and--?" Here, his hand scoops, and he then points to Elias' head, in case that wasn't clear enough. "I'd rather have a chip in my head than be crazy, I think. One is the fault of the chip. The other is the fault of -- well. You."
"Sorry - it's the whole prospect of being dead in a few weeks if no one figures this thing out." Eli shrugs as he pulls out a chocolate and starts peeling off the foil. "Cute."
"They're going to figure it out," Natalie objects instantly, her voice gone a bit over-loud and her words tripping over each other rather quickly. "Norah's already filed a police report-- something will come of it."
"Eh." Bahir grunts acknowledgement. "Yeah, good point." He glances at Natalie sidelong, neither so loud nor so firm in his assurances. In fact, he's awful silent on that count!
Elias' gaze rises to lock on Natalie's face, distracted by her vehemence from the chocolatey goodness in his fingers. "Natalie." A small wrinkle forms between his eyebrows, his lips tremble before he responds. "I hope the police take this seriously. It was so difficult to get my doctors to care. They have resources, right?" He's not convinced, but he's trying.
"Elias?" Natalie returns swiftly before she glances over at Bahir for moral support. SUPPORT. "Yeah, yeah, sure they do. Norah said they did some stuff. Found out that she was-- um. Bugged, she called it. Some kind of transmission. If you go in they can do the same for yours, maybe-- maybe-- get someone who--" And then she breaks off, clearly out of ideas and a little rattled.
Bahir, caught in the middle of a reach for chocolate, freezes with a guilty expression as Natalie glances in his direction. What? He completes the gesture, peeling back the foil with a slight frown. "I don't know," he says, helpful, and bites the peanut butter cup.
Elias crumples the foil on his own chocolate and turns the treat around in his fingers. "Right now, I'd be happy with a twelve year old genius hacker." He looks down at the chocolate and then up at Natalie before presenting it to her. "I'll go in, Natalie."
"Of course," Natalie answers, blinking, and after a moment she leans forward to take the chocolate.
"Fresh out of genius hackers," Bahir says, tone regretful.
"Well then, Bahir, that's your assignment. You're not doing anything anymore." Elias reaches into the bag and grabs another chocolate, starting to peel it again. His fingers are a little dumb. "So, Natalie. How's the writing?"
Natalie sputters into nervous laughter for a moment and twists the chocolate between her fingers, rolling it this way and that. "Hm?" she asks after a moment, startled. "Oh! Um. You know. It's coming. I think I'll be editing in a couple weeks, which is good."
"Pffft. I'm doing research, like a big kid. Adel, now: /he/ isn't doing anything." Pushing off vague tasks, Bahir is distracted by a buzz at his hip, where his cell is on silent. "Er." He glances, and then looks back at the other two. "Sorry. I'll be back after this." Or else they will wrap! Off he goes.