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The Recom Room.

The boy's convulsions gradually decreased and soon, he was lying still again, a foamy liquid dripping down his chin and neck. Before Txana could wipe it away Viper just picked him up and carried him to the operation room, laying him down gently on another table, Linayin following his tail. 

Iwa grabbed Txana's hand as they stood and watched. She felt helpless that there was nothing she herself could do to fix him. 

"He'll be okay," Iwa reassured her, "He's in good hands." 

Txana nodding, although she didn't feel very good about the situation. However, when she heard her newborn daughter's cry from across the hall, she knew duty called elsewhere. Iwa nodded at her to go and she wandered out of the room, hoping, praying that this new child would be alright. 

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When Neteyam woke up, it was with the urgent feeling he was about to throw up. He sat up as fast as he could and gagged, ready to do it on the floor, but somebody in the corner of the room rushed to his bedside with a bucket.

Before the girl could say anything, the contents of his stomach quickly rushed out of him into the metal can, and luckily, he managed not to get any on the floor. When it was over, the young woman eased him back into laying down on the mattress. He wiped his tired, watery eyes and looked up at her with a resigned expression. 

The girl was young, maybe in her late teens.  She had medium length hair and an oval-shaped face, her features soft and gentle, like her smile. "Not a great way to wake up, is it?"

He stared at her, trying not to ask a question like "Who are you?" after she'd just held a bucket beneath his chin for him. However, his mind was too dazed and unfocused even if he wanted to get his thoughts straight. As he swallowed, his eyes trailed down his body and found his arm, which was wrapped in a thick blue cast almost up to his shoulder. "...No." 

The girl noticed he was staring and began speaking again. "I'm sorry--you're probably very confused. My name is Linayin--me and my friends fixed you up. You're safe here." 

He felt a slight swell of panic rise in his chest. "Where is "here"?" 

"This is the Recom Command center. Or it used to be." She stopped talking, as if her next words were dangerous. Then, she sighed, "We are no friends of the RDA, just to get that clear. You don't need to worry." She touched his casted arm, "You arrived here like that. We were concerned for your survival, but you made it."  

"Thank... thank you for helping me." He was truly grateful, and whoever these people were didn't seem like they'd bring him any harm, but he was only focused on getting back to his parents and his siblings. He tried not to think about them too much, or he'd probably cry. 

Neteyam messaged the aching in his temples carefully, closing his eyes. 

"You've got a nasty concussion--that's probably why you threw up. That and the medicine we've given you." Linayin told him. "It'll fade soon, I promise." 

 Another Na'vi stepped into the room. He was a tall man with a ratty old t-shirt and short, cropped hair. There was a pink scar than cut across his chin. "Hey, he's awake. What's your name, kid? I'm Iwa." 

"Neteyam, sir." He uttered, his stomach twisting and turning. "I, uh, I'm gonna leave soon, though. I have to get back to my parents."  

Linayin's ears perked up when she heard his words. She stepped towards the bed, her eyes attentive and curious. "What are your parent's names, Neteyam?"