~~~Superstes~~~UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING

The Recom Room.

"Jake Sully and Neytiri." 

Iwa and Linayin shared a dumfounded look.  

He knew his tongue was more slippery now due to the number of drugs pumping through his veins, making the filter in his brain stop working completely. He mentally scolded himself, but again, he was too tired to care. Then, he shot back up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, "I've got to find them." 

Linayin tried to stop him, but he gently pushed her out of his path and made the best out of his wobbly legs. Iwa just kind of stepped back, his lips curling up in amusement, to which Linayin cuffed him on the shoulder for. As he kept walking out of the room, he guessed he must have been doing pretty well because neither of them tried to grab him again. 

Neteyam stumbled into a bigger room that resembled the lab back at the Omatikaya Stronghold. He twitched his nose and kept going, noting how Iwa and Linayin were not far behind him. He glanced over his shoulder a couple times as he waited for them to do something, but they just blinked at him. 

He wasn't used to having a big blue cast stuck to his entire arm, though. It was frozen in a curved shape that kept his elbow and forearm from moving, his three fingers and his thumb poking out of the soft wrapping on the end. He looked back at his counterparts once more, "Can I go?" 

"Well, you can't leave," Linayin said, "But you're more than welcome to explore. I guess it's not our right to keep you tied to a bed." 

Neteyam huffed and continued searching about the medical bay. "Why can't I leave? Are you trying to keep me here?" 

"Not at all," Iwa quickly explained, "It's just not safe for you to go yet. We need to make sure you have a clean bill of health--once you're recovered, we'll... take you home, I guess." 

Neteyam, all of a sudden, was filled with fear and sadness. He closed his eyes and breathed in through his nose, attempting to calm himself down, but the traumatic events of the days before washed over him like hundreds of waves. He didn't know these people. He didn't know where he was. He had no clue what was wrong with him, and all he could think about was him being beaten up by Quaritch and having to shoot a man in the skull. The dead bodies in the helicopter. His motionless siblings and Fe'ya. His bone snapping in half like a twig in the mud.  

"Neteyam, are you alright?" Linayin asked warily, stepping closer to him.   

He opened his eyes and made a strangled sound. "I need to go home." 

The young girl placed her hand on his shoulders and craned her neck to look at him. He used his good arm to lean on the table, his breath now coming in short spurts. He swallowed and groaned, trying not to break down in front of these people. But his single lunged chest felt tighter and tighter by the second, and his stomach was doing backflips and cartwheels inside his ribcage. 

"Neteyam, you're panicking." Linayin told him softly, "Take some deep breaths." 

"I am not panicking." He gasped, his tongue and the back of his throat getting that odd feeling. His hands pooled with sweat and his abdomen growled in protest of whatever was happening. Then, his back arched and he heaved over the table, but nothing came up except for dry coughing sounds and the painful strain of his insides.

"He needs to eat something," Linayin turned and nodded at her male friend, "Iwa, go get something that's not a solid, please." 

Eating anything solid or not sounded horrible to Neteyam right now, but he knew a little about the body and how things worked. He knew it would help, hopefully. He placed his head in his arms and breathed out with tears rolling down his face---he wanted to see his mother, and his father, more than words could describe.