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Who: Balthier and Isaack
What: Talking, having a nap
Where: Infirmary
When: While Ba'Gamnan carries out his 'message'
Rating: PG

 

Balthier had torn his stitches. He hadn't meant to but he moved about too much and they'd torn a little. He made his way to the infirmary, casually, and his hand was covering his wound. As he stepped in, however, the pirate's eyes widened. Ryuiki and Sono were gone but in their place was Isaack. He rushed over to him. "Isaack?! What happened?!"

 

Isaack’s blue eyes opened grumpy looking. e only has an oxygen cable attached to his nose now. The paralyzation was going away slowly. "Poison" e grunted low, voice raspy.

 

"Who did it?! I'll kill him!" He took hold of Isaack's hand loosely, looking at those blue eyes. This was his friend. Anyone who'd try to kill him would get the same done back to them.

 

Isaack blinked, a grin coming onto his dry lips. Dehydration was a part of the poison getting out of his body. He licked his lips. "I am going to do that myself, my way."

 

Balthier nodded, knowing it was Isaack's fight, not his own. "Are you alright? Can I get you anything?" He removed the hand over his wound and stroked Isaack's hair gently.

 

"I’m thirsty."

 

Balthier looked around then saw a water jug and a glass. He moved to it and poured a glass then tested it. There was no way he'd give Isaack anything else to harm him. Satisfied with it he brought it to his friend. "Here, it's a little warm but it should be fine."

 

"It should be fine. id drink yak milk now if I had to. Could you help me sit? the damn poison made my muscles weak.

 

Balthier placed the water aside then helped the older man sit up. He stroked the black hair again and brought the glass up to Isaack's face, not willing to let Isaack try himself. Balthier was caring when he wanted to be.

 

Isaack has a blush on his face as he drank it down willingly.

 

Once the glass was empty Balthier smiled softly. "Are you okay now? Would you like some more?" He pressed a kiss to Isaack's forehead.

 

Isaack blinked. "I’m not a baby to lull to sleep, Balthier, even though I don’t need to be pampered. Are you going to flip me over and put diapers on me next?" he smirked playfully.

 

He rolled his eyes and placed the glass down. "It's called affection, idiot. Maybe you should learn some." He joked, laughing before wincing at the pain in his abdomen.

 

He raised an eyebrow; the doctor in him noticed the wince.

 

"Don't give me that look, Brie. I'm fine." He rubbed at the wound slightly then sat on the edge of Isaack's bed.

 

"Let me see"

 

Balthier smiled slightly and stood again, tugging his shirt off. He began removing the bandages then revealed the partially stitched up stab wound.

 

Isaack scowled. "What a horrible work! Doesn’t this place have proper doctors?"

 

"Obviously not. Besides you but you're not allowed to play with sharp things." He teased. He let out a pained breath. "It's not so bad. It was fine until I moved too much. It's healing slowly. I should learn not to trust people so easily."

 

"The stitching is not tight enough, and it has not been properly taped."

 

Balthier smiled and pet a hand over Isaack's cheek. "It's alright, Isaack. I'm fine. It will heal. Isn't that what you always say? Injuries heal."

 

"Injuries heal when proper tended. if that thing get infected, you'll get blood poison."

 

He chuckled softly. "I clean it well. Besides, I've had worse than this. A lot worse." He let out a slight wince then grinned at Isaack. "You shouldn't worry. I'm alright. Being stabbed in the stomach is nothing."

 

"Being stabbed in the stomach is close to intestines."

 

He put both hands on Isaack's face. "Stop worrying." He replied and then kissed his forehead. He looked at blue eyes. "It didn't touch my organs, it just aches a little."

 

Isaack’s face was stern, but he accepted the saying. "Just make sure you get antibiotics"

 

He smiled and nodded with a soft laugh. "I have. You truly are a dedicated doctor." He sat down on the bed again, taking the older man's hand in both of his.

 

"I was the best."

 

Balthier nodded again, looking at the hand on his lap between his own hands. "I can believe that. You're an incredible man." He spoke quietly.

 

Isaack was still weak, but he was getting better. The poison vanished more and more from his body as he in his head was planning the death of the culprit whom poisoned him. "I think I am going to cut his belly open, and make him eat his own genitalia."

 

The silence was comfortable until Isaack spoke. Balthier laughed then groaned in pain. "You have an interesting mind, my friend. Well, I want to do the same thing to him. And it wasn't even me he poisoned."

 

"I can do a lot worse, but I don’t have my salt of my acid here,"

 

Balthier tilted his head to look at Isaack. "I'm sure you can do a lot worse. But I'm already lonely without you around. So, do this more privately. I'd rather you were there to frighten me in the library than being locked away in some box."

 

He grinned. "If I get o do my will with the inmate, I don’t think there will be as much left of him to even identify who he is"

 

"Good. Because I miss you, you vile beast." He teased, rubbing the hand and squeezing it a little. He really did love Isaack. It was a friendship he treasured.

 

Isaack grinned. "What is not to miss? Of course you miss me!"

 

He laughed then it followed with another groan. "I even miss that arrogance." He replied. He squirmed to hug Isaack, only for a moment, to show that he really did miss him. He then stood up and stretched, gasping slightly as he tore another stitch.

 

"Idiot." he heard the stitch tear. "I’ll fuck you against the wall later, so you better heal those stitches!"

 

His eyes widened and he blushed. "Idiot..." He mumbled. He ran his fingers over the stitches that remained, wincing slightly. "I don't honestly think I trust the doctors here very much. I might just bandage it myself and leave it..."

 

"Let them stitch it. It needs stitches, or else your guts will come pouring out" he smirked

 

Balthier looked up at him, still blushing lightly. "I will only get it stitched if you promise me something..."

 

"And that is..?"

 

"Don't keep getting yourself injured or locked away, okay? And also, give that guy an extra jab in the eye for me."

 

"Fine. I’ll try my best. But I won’t forsake my pleasures because of it."

 

He nodded and ruffled his own blonde hair a moment. "I don't want you to give up any hobbies. Just do it more discreetly so we can still have time together." He then blushed, realising he sounded like a girl talking to her boyfriend.

 

"Fine, fine, I pinky swear... If you’d help me lift my hand that is."

 

Balthier smiled and slipped his own little finger around Isaack's. "Childish. Pinky swears are for little girls." He teased.

 

"Teh! It works!"

 

He laughed then winced again. He shook it off then smiled. "So, how boring is it without me to frighten every day?"

 

"Boooooring!!"

 

Balthier grinned, smiling like a child. "Good! Because it's boring without you too!" He laced fingers with Isaack's hand, looking down at the hands. "Can you feel much or is it like being paralyzed?"

 

"I feel it all, but they just are really weak and cold really."

 

He rubbed Isaack's hand with both of his own, trying to warm it. "Anything I can do to warm you up?"

 

"I have a heating blanket. They are not really cold, they just feel like that."

 

He nodded slightly. "How much longer until you get out of solitary?" He lifted the hand and kissed the back before lowering it and putting his own hands in his pockets.

 

"Dunno. Gotta ask Warden"

 

"Maybe you should tell him it was an attempted murder. And you feel your life is in danger while you're in there?"

 

"I could try"

 

He nodded slightly, looking down at the floor. He felt a little uncomfortable. He was, in all actuality, stood half naked. "I hope he lets you out soon."

 

"What?"

 

He looked up. "What, what?" He blinked, smiling softly. He knew Isaack saw his expression but he hoped to play it off.

 

"Your expression"

 

He let out a soft sigh. "I'm... I'm just cold. I'm fine." He smiled then, shivering a little. He wasn't cold.

 

Isaack frowned, gazing at him." You are lying."

 

He grumbled a little then sat down beside Isaack. "Okay. Fine. I find it a little... uncomfortable. I'm half naked after all. And don't come out with some line about having seen it all since you're a doctor."

 

"I don’t need to. I’ve seen you naked a bunch of times"

 

He blushed and looked at his own lap. "Shut up, you Romanian monster. It's embarrassing." He spoke playfully, never once intent on insulting his friend.

 

He smirked widely. "C’mon, if you are so 'cold' climb under. You can warm me."

 

Balthier glared at him and fidgeted. "You're an ass, I hope you know." He squirmed under the covers anyway. "And don't offer unless you're serious." he nudged Isaack's side gently.

 

Isaack managed to move slightly a side, giving room for the other. The heating blanket gave a nice temperature. "I know I am an ass. It’s my trademark:"

 

Balthier chuckled and nodded. "Certainly. Mm... Did you work as a doctor in London too?" He was very comfy in the warmth.

 

"Yes. For two years." He hummed of the nice feeling of someone close.

 

"How old were you, when you did? I might have met you then..." He smiled at the idea of being Isaack's patient.

 

"I was 28."

 

Balthier smiled. "I was 18 then." He chuckled then winced. He looked up at Isaack's face. "Did you work at The Royal London Hospital?"

 

"Yeah, for some time."

 

Balthier chuckled slightly. "We might not have met back then. I was already two years into my 'running away from home'. Though, I did get stabbed at 18. When I was in London. Do you remember anything about a kid who kept calling the nurses whores and refused treatment? I remember a really stern doctor..."

 

"Maybe.” he frowned. "I’ve met lots of difficult patients. I remember I usually ended up drugging the bastards."

 

He grinned. "No, I bit this guy... He was really tall, he kinda looked like you." He nuzzled into Isaack a little. The man was comfortable. "I think I called him a Vampiric cunt... I was an idiot teenager."

 

"I don’t remember. I’ve been bit a million times. If the doctor punched you then, it might have been me,"

 

"He did." He laughed. "Oh, I had a weird name then. It was Ffamran. Not that Balthier is normal." He chuckled.

 

"Ffamran, Sounds Arabic."

 

"I think it is. I'm not sure. I don't know where my family comes from. My birth name was Ffamran mied Bunansa. I changed it to Balthier when I was 19. My father named me and I never wanted to remember that name..." He squirmed, feeling a little awkward and emotional.

 

"Ffamran mied Bunansa… that does sound Arabic. I’d be sure if you'd place a ‘ibn’ instead of the mied, but since its not, I'm not."

 

He shrugged a little. "Maybe. It's a nice enough name. Just not mine." He rested against Isaack, resting his head on his shoulder.

 

He shrugged. "Isaack Valentine Brie has always been my name so."

 

He smiled softly. "That name suits you. I couldn't imagine you as anyone but Isaack." He tugged Isaack's arm around him. The warmth of the blanket and the man made him want to curl up closer. "It'd be nice if we'd met when I was a teenager. You could've seen what a brat I was." He smiled.

 

"Well, we might have.  Doubt many other doctors punched their patients."

 

He laughed then groaned, curling in pain a moment. He felt like another stitch had torn. "I don't remember the doctor's name. He was definitely Romanian, though. I'd know the accent anywhere. It's harsh but alluring. A bit like you generally." He teased, looking up at Isaack's eyes.

 

"Might have been me then." he frowned." You okay?"

 

He nodded. "I'm fine. You're just warm." He nuzzled a little. "I think I might have pulled a stitch... not sure if it tore..."

 

"You should be more careful."

 

He shrugged. "If I bleed to death here at least I'm comfortable and with someone I like and trust." He chuckled with another wince then yawned slightly.

 

He laughed that rolling laughter of his. "Lemme see it."

 

Balthier smiled and moved the blanket away from himself. "You can't really do anything for me, since you're all floppy and weak." He teased, showing the wound anyway.

 

"Gh." He looked at it. "Go over to the closet and fetch some tape, and tape it together. If you don’t find tape, look for superglue."

 

Balthier shrugged and did as told. He taped it together as best as he though possible. "This okay?"

 

"Yeah. Glue would have been better though. Did you know that superglue actually was made for operations?"

 

"There might have been glue... I didn't look once I found tape." He mumbled. He looked up at Isaack. "I didn't know that. It makes more sense than sticking things together. Plus, it explains why the stuff sticks your fingers together..."

 

He nodded. "It was made for the war, when the doctors did not have time to sew together a wounded soldier."

 

Balthier smiled. "I suppose it makes sense. I realise why my late girlfriend always had superglue with her now..." he laughed, wincing a little still.

 

He giggled aswell. "I usually do to. I never know if I went too far with the cutting. I had control usually, but some people bleed easier than others, and if I want them to last, I’d glue them shut. Also works good on lips."

 

There was a smile on his face at that giggle. Even from Isaack, it was adorable. "Well, I assume you removed the tongue before gluing the lips shut?" He cooed, moving to snuggle against the older man again.

 

"Oh no. If you cut the tongue they might bleed to death. You glue the tongue to the upper cavern of the mouth, and then you either glue or sow the lips shut. Putting glue on one eye is also fun."

 

Balthier laughed hard then growled in pain playfully smacking Isaack's chest. "Stop making me laugh, you. It's painful!" He was still laughing slightly.

 

The Romanian grinned widely. "But it’s cool!"

 

He laughed more then groaned and wriggled to sit up, folding his arms. "You're in a very vulnerable position, my friend. I could do what I want to you. So stop making me laugh!!"

 

He smirked, staring at him. "Fine, fine!"'

 

"Ahh, you know I wouldn't do anything to you! You gave in too quickly!" He teased, shifting to lie beside him again.

 

"Dammit." He grinned

 

Balthier grinned back, nuzzling into Isaack. "You're becoming a pushover when it comes to me, my friend. I have you coiled around my little finger." He joked.

 

"Careful so that my finger don’t get coiled up somewhere else" He smirked playfully.

 

Balthier smirked. "You're in no condition for dirty remarks like that, sweetheart." He teased.

 

"Oh, but when I get out of here it might. What if I asked tour Squally boy for a threesome with you in the middle?" He smirked.

 

Balthier blushed at the mere thought. "I... doubt he'd go along with it. But it would be fucking fantastic..."

 

He smirked. "I’d ask him:"

 

He squirmed slightly, ruffling his blonde hair to occupy his hand. "If you even say I had any part in the idea I'll kick your ass. Seriously." He laughed.

 

He smirked. "Why not? Doesn’t he respect your opinions in things?"

 

"Of course he does, but up until you said he was a friend he hated your guts. I don't even know how he feels about you now. We haven't really spoken much since I was stabbed..." He wouldn’t mention the date they were having today. Isaack would make fun.

 

"No? Why not?"

 

"There was a lot of drama when my cellmate stabbed me. I guess... we just both needed a step back from it. Plus, I haven't really seen him around." He yawned widely then snuggled up into Isaack.

 

"Hmmm... well, to bad. You need to talk to him. Communication is always important. I talk like... ALL the time."

 

"I know." He teased, wrapping an arm over Isaack. He was getting tired as Isaack was so very warm.

 

He nodded, yawning aswell. It was nice to feel someone close. He missed having someone sleeping in the same bed as him.

 

"Hey, Isaack..." He mumbled, running his fingers over the older man's chest. "What's your interest in killing? I mean... I killed two men by shooting them but... I didn't want to do it..."

 

"I like to feel the power of the life draining out of them, seeing their will as humans break and shatter to pieces before I slowly and painfully kill them. It gives me pleasure to hear them beg for mercy, and tell their little lies about families and children."

 

Balthier blinked a little. "I suppose power is a good feeling. I have children though, so I guess if you were torturing me I'd beg you for mercy."

 

"I don’t kill kids. Not unless they deserve it."

 

"I'm glad you don't. My children wouldn't be able to deserve it. They're only small. I have twin girls aged three and a son aged one." He petted his hand over Isaack's stomach.

 

"It’s a good age. But some kids deserve it. Kids and old people have one thing in common. They are closer to life and death than those in the middle."

 

"You're such a charmer, Isaack." He laughed. He nuzzled the man's chest lightly. "You have such a lovely way of describing things and how little things mean to you."

 

"I know! I am totally awesome!"

 

Balthier sighed with a soft laugh. "And so arrogant! It's no wonder we get along so well." He shifted closer to Isaack and hooked a leg over him. "You’re damn comfortable, you know..."

 

"Of course I am." he teased. "We Brie's are made perfect!"

 

"We Bunansa's aren't. Though, we are all extremely good looking. Of course." He replied. He could be just as cocky as Isaack.

 

"Well, one can be good looking and still be a stupid blonde." He smirked.

 

Balthier gasped jokily and moved to straddle Isaack. "I'll have you know I was top of my class in school! Until I dropped out, stole a plane and flew to Bangladesh..." he laughed.

 

He grinned aswell. "Sounds really good that."

 

He smiled and nodded. "It was incredible. When you've spent sixteen years oppressed by a tyrant father, flying to Bangladesh on a whim feels very liberating."

 

"I can imagine. I moved to England"

 

Balthier then realised he was still straddling Isaack and he rested down on him, folding his arms on Isaack's chest. "Yeah... I bet it was good to be out of the shadow of your brother. I remember that feeling."

 

He nodded. "And the fact that my brother was a tyrant to me. Sure, he was nice enough, but if I was rude to him, he would beat me half to death"

 

Balthier frowned. "I used to get beaten by my brothers too. Never so drastically but I was a lot smaller than them." He sighed, unhappy at remembering his older brothers.

 

"Oh, I look up to Cornelius. He is an incredible doctor, and a strong man."

 

"I looked up to my brothers. They were great men. Strong, determined. I just never wanted to be like that. I'm too free spirited to be in politics." He sounded so obviously sad now, thinking of home.

 

"Politics are boring, politicians thought, they are always kinky, so it’s good sex." he looked at him. "Miss home?"

 

"Not my family, but the place, yeah." He hugged Isaack, feeling a little comfort from it. "And I was raised as a politician. I'm not kinky..."

 

"Raised one and being one fulltime is different"

 

He nodded then looked up at Isaack's eyes. "You really know how to dredge up old emotions in me. I haven't thought this much about my brothers in ages." He grumbled and buried his face in Isaack's shirt.

 

"I’m good at stirring up all kind of emotions" 

 

"You sure are." He mumbled. Another yawn escaped him. He was getting comfy again, and with comfy came sleepy.

 

Isaack silenced now, yawning aswell.

 

Balthier yawned noisily. "You mind if I sleep with you?" It sounded very suggestive in a sexual way, though he hadn't meant it like that.

 

"Course not. Sleep as much as you want. I like sleeping with people."

 

Balthier chuckled soft. "I know you do. You 'slept' me up a wall. Twice." He fidgeted, rubbing against Isaack slightly to get comfy before closing his eyes.

 

"That was fucking. Sleeping talks about beds"

 

"Mmm... we're in a bed. But you're all weak and ill." He teased, half asleep. "Get better soon. Then we can talk more..."

 

He nodded, closing his eyes for sleep.

 

Balthier followed suit, enjoying the warmth. He dropped into a deep sleep.