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Feya

"I have heard he is sick," Feya began, trying to emphasize with her elder. "I am very sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?" 

Mo'at stared blankly at the ground for a couple seconds, but eventually, she rummaged through one of her boxes and pulled out a small vial of liquid and handed it to Feya. "Bring this to a man called Norm, will you? It may help bring his fever down." 

The small bottle was light between the girl's fingers. She nodded happily, "Of course." She gave Mo'at another sympathetic gaze before exiting the large tent and starting in the direction of the lab. 

As a little girl, she was raised alongside the Sully children. Well, not "alongside", but since she didn't technically have a single home, she was used to seeing them around and she would often have interactions with them at gatherings or clan meetings. To them, she was just a girl they ended up playing with a lot.  As she made her way towards the lab, she hoped that she didn't find herself in an awkward situation between Neteyam or Norm. 

The lab was cold inside, the sterile air prickling at her blue skin the minute she stepped inside. There was equipment in various places of the large building, tables strewn with abandoned experiments and messily organized papers. Her nose wrinkled at the scent of unfamiliar medicines and a mixture of odd, clean fragrances that filled the area. 

"Norm?" she called out. "Excuse me, Norm?" she wandered about the lab, peeking through different doors and closets. 

Her ears flicked when she heard a loud thud in a nearby room. She tiptoed towards it, sticking her head into the wide-open doorframe. The room was small and empty, but what she noticed was a tall, lean blue figure lying with his back against the wall, a pained expression contorting his handsome features. His chest was wrapped with a strange clear plastic. 

Fey'asti instantly recognized him as Neteyam. She rushed to his side, ready to help him, but when she was standing before him trying to inspect the situation the best she could, she paused. "Neteyam?"

His big amber eyes flickered open slightly, and his gaze trailed down her body. He didn't recognize her, of course. But he laughed and held up a tiny black tube, "Sephora." 

Her expression turned confused. She looked at the bottle that apparently read in silver letters Sephora, and she tried to smile back. "Uh, yes, Sephora." she found an old, worn-out cardboard box sitting in the corner of the room that was labeled in messy writing, Trudy. The box was filled with different foreign objects. She assumed that's where Neteyam found the black tube. She slowly took it from the boy's hand and gently placed it back where it belonged, "Are you... supposed to be out here?" 

His voice tightened up like he was in trouble. "I just needed to walk." 

Her heart panged with sympathy for him. Clearly Toruk Makto's son was very out-of-it, but he also seemed very sad. He must have a room somewhere, she thought. She pressed her lips together and threw his arm over her shoulders, before lifting him onto his feet with a great heave. "C'mom, let's get you back to bed." 

With most of his body weight leaning against her, she cringed at how sweaty and hot he was. His skin was slick, and his body radiated waves of heat. She also felt him shivering as they slowly trudged out the door and down the hallway. His clumsy feet tripped over each other almost every other step, and his head hung low with fatigue. 

Eventually they reached a wide room with a hospital bed and machines that had been recently abandoned by Neteyam. She ushered him towards the bedframe and helped him climb in, arranging his legs straight in front of him, and then she stood there awkwardly. She realized Neteyam had removed the tubes and IV's and important equipment that was supposed to be helping him. 

"Where is your father, Neteyam?" she asked. 

"He's... not here." 

She blinked at his dry statement. "Where is he...?" 

He rubbed his drooping eyes. "I woke up, and he was gone. I don't know--" he broke off with a particularly horrendous cough. Feya knew just by the sound it was extremely painful. He then slumped against the pillows supporting his upper body and shifted his legs uncomfortably. Fe'ya was shocked to see tears pricking in the corners of his eyes. "I don't know where he is." 

Feya clasped her hands together. There was no way she could contact Toruk Makto without going to look for him, and she had no clue where Norm was, either. But leaving Neteyam here in this state just felt wrong to her.

She looked at him, only to find his amber eyes staring right back at her. 

"I think...we have met before." he muttered; his voice dragged out in a raspy, quiet tone. 

For whatever reason she couldn't explain, she felt a flush of heat bloom in her cheeks. Of course, they had met before--Neteyam was so important to the Omaticayan people--he'd met every clan member. Not to mention number of encounters her and the Sully children had as kids. She nodded hesitantly, "Yes, we have. As children." 

His ears twitched in union with one another, almost like he was curious, and remembrance creeped into his expression. "No, that is not it--I used too--" 

Both their heads whipped towards the doorway, her reaction much quicker and alert than Neteyam's, as Norm hurriedly entered the room. He was in his avatar form with an oversized white lab coat draped over his lanky body, a bit of sweat beading on his forehead. "Sorry, guys. I was speaking with Jake..." his eyes landed on Fe'ya, and her eyes widened. 

"Oh--I was sent by the Tsahik." she held out the small vial that she was supposed to deliver to Norm, and he took it, saying a quick thank you. Then, he saw that Neteyam had taken out all his IV's and unhooked himself from the machines, and he groaned. "Neteyam..." 

Fey'atsi couldn't help but crack a grin when Neteyam snickered at the scientist's obvious annoyance. The exchange gave her the idea that he'd done stuff like this before. 

Then, she realized she was still standing here, and she cleared her throat. "Well, I should be on my way. Goodbye, you two." 

Norm waved her a farewell despite not paying attention to her while she exited the white, plain room. She left the odd-smelling lab with an odd feeling stirring inside her chest, but why the sensation was there, she didn't know. She decided she would return to one of her homes and help with whatever was going on there.  

Philippians 4:13- I can do all this for him who gives me strength.