xp_logs | LOG: Haroun and Miles

Miles sneaks into Medlab to keep an eye on Alison, and decides that Haroun needs some attention. Haroun does not react well to this.

Haroun came back to consciousness at a telepathic ping from Nathan. What he was not expecting, however, was the small green bundle snuggled up to him. Haroun very nearly strained something vital as his body reacted before his mind did. Luckily for Miles, his power nulled Haroun's attempt to get airborne under his own power. Unluckily for Haroun, this means that he landed on the floor in a very untidy pile.

A few moments passed in silence and then hands curled on the side of the bed, soon followed by a head, a pair of bright blue eyes staring down at Haroun contemplatively. "Did Haroun hurt anything falling down?" Miles tried not to yawn but he couldn't quite help rubbing at his eyes tiredly, wondering why Haroun had done that of all things. The floor was cold.

Haroun hadn't even noticed that the floor was freezing. "You startled me." he said. "And no, I'm not hurt. Time to get up anyway." he said with a distracted mutter. "Wait. What are you doing down here?"

"Miles was sleeping." Adults were silly sometimes, and often needed the obvious pointed out to them. "Miles is not sleeping anymore." He had snuck off to come back to the medlab and try to see if there was anything new but there hadn't been and everyone had too busy to notice him. And if there was one thing Miles was good at, it was not being noticed when he didn't want to be noticed.

"I figured that part out." he said with annoyance. "Why are you here, now, in my bunk?" he asked the green-skinned boy. "There's been no change in Alison's status. As soon as we know something definitive, we'll send someone to let you know." he said with a yawn. Two hours of sleep helped, but it was definitely Not Enough.

"Miles did not want to have to sneak out yet." And he'd decided to check on Haroun while hiding out in the room and well, he was still tired. And it meant admitting he'd snuck in to start with, but he didn't think Haroun of all people would get all out of sorts about that. "Everyone is telling Miles that Mama will be all right. But they are not telling Miles a lot." He hadn't meant to sound quite that resentful, but having to go on faith for so long when he knew only too well people died when bad things happened to them was not good.

"There's nothing more than that to say." Haroun said, trying to keep a handle on his completely irrational anger. Must be the fatigue and the cold gnawing pit that was his stomach. "Either she lives or she won't. We have our best people working on it. Getting in their way would be an extremely bad idea. We have done what we can, the rest is in Allah's hands now."

A small, tired sigh answered him, Miles disappearing from sight as he retreated back to the center of the bed. "Miles knows." He stared at his hands for a moment, unmarked as they were - Amanda's healing had worked wonders. "And there is nothing Miles can do to change things."

Haroun stood up and looked at the boy. He was not devoid of sympathy or pity - he had both to spare. But with someone like Miles, how could you even begin to express it? Haroun was quite frankly at a loss as to how to make the boy feel better. "She's a tough woman." he said lamely. "There's nothing I can do either, save watch and wait."

Of all the adults, Haroun looked the most badly off, in Miles' estimate. Green skin did wonders to hide the most of the shadows under his own eyes, but Miles knew Alison would be upset if she ever found out he hadn't been sleeping like he ought to - so he did. And otherwise he worked with Jamie and Kitty - they'd already gone through some of the steps on the list that morning. "Miles wishes there were something..." Well. Maybe there was something he could do, at that. "Will Haroun sit down and stay with Miles a little bit before watching and waiting again?"

Haroun blinked. "I suppose so." he said with a rough laugh. "She's not likely to go anywhere anytime soon. But let's move out so we can see her." he suggested, gesturing towards the door.

"Yes." The odds were high they'd let him stay for a little while, he figured. And he could keep an eye on Haroun at least - there was possibly something he could do there at least, even if he couldn't help Alison directly. And he knew there were many people who would help him do that if need be.

Haroun settled back into the chair, staring into the brightly-lit confines of Alison's isolation-room. He couldn't actually see her - the room was far too bright for that - but just being there gave him a scant sense of accomplishment. As far as the little green boy - he still had no idea what to do with him. Usually in times like this he would just let his mind go - but Miles being there put a damper on that idea.

Sitting there doing nothing was something that would have normally been impossible for Miles. After finally having the freedom to move all that he wanted, not moving anymore was usually a challenge and a half. This time though, it was a simple matter of waiting until Haroun has sat down in the chair, Miles plopping himself down on the floor without much fuss a moment later right next to him. The floor wasn't cold here, unlike the rest of the medlab and Miles placed a hand on the floor, smiling briefly at the warmth. "Has Haroun been here ever since…" he hesitated over actually naming what had happened, and frowned a bit as he searched for a way to describe the attempted kidnapping an ensuing events.

Haroun nodded. "Since the moment we landed, I have been here." he said simply. "Well, I took a shower a few hours ago and got a nap, but other than that I have not moved. And I will not move until she comes out of isolation." he said, by way of a private Vow.

Miles frowned a bit at that, both hands on the floor now as he looked up at the window. "But... Doctor Madelyn does not know when Mama will come out of isolation." He switched from looking at the light trying to break through the polarized window to Haroun, taking careful note of every sign of fatigue there. And Alison had explained about Haroun not eating during the day and why as well. "Miles knows it is hard to stay healthy when he is not sleeping or eating," he ventured carefully.

"It doesn't matter." Haroun said. "She could be in there for months, maybe years, and when she comes out, I will be right here waiting for her. If that was me in there, she would do the same." he said. "I don't need much sleep or much to eat." he said, blatantly lying to the boy. "It's just meat anyway. It does what I tell it to."

Miles had an odd expression on his face for a moment, but it faded quickly. He turned to gaze at the window for a while, perhaps paling a little. "Miles hopes Mama will not be in there for that long. Cages are not good." He looked down and his shoulders slumped a little at the thought and leaned on Haroun's leg without really realizing it, simply seeking out some comfort.

Haroun didn't feel the contact against his leg initially - he was busy looking at Alison's chamber. The boy put the image of it as a cage in his mind and it would not let go. "No, cages are definitely not good." Haroun parroted thoughtfully. He then looked down at Miles slumped against his leg and moved it so that the boy wasn't using it as his own private cushion.

Tilting to the side for a moment, Miles rebalanced himself and didn't scoot over to lean again - instead he pulled his knees up, arms wrapped around them, chin resting on top of his knees. "Miles thinks finding out people you love were not taking care of themselves when you were away, is not good either." The words were whispered lowly - more than enough for Haroun to ignore them if he so chose. "But Miles wishes he were big enough to stay here all the time too." Which was only the truth, after all.

"Don't start with me, kid." Haroun near-growled. OK, the temper thing was definitely getting out of control if he was growling at Miles. The boy had done nothing wrong! "Sorry. Let me worry about me - you worry about Alison and yourself." he said in the most reassuring voice he could manage. "But if you really want to do something to help, see if you can get your hands on one of those breakfast fruit bars. Bring it down here to me, and when you say your prayers tonight, make sure you tell God that it was for a good cause, OK?" he told the boy.

Haroun was very hungry, Miles decided. That much was very obvious - he knew all about being grumpy and angry and a host of other things, when not being able to eat. Even if it hadn't happened in a while now. "Miles can bring a fruit bar down." He'd probably bring a bit more, foodstuff that would keep until the evening. Lorna would give him something appropriate if there were nothing easy for him to pick up and leave with, he knew. And he figured God - or Allah - would not mind someone talking to them out of the blue, to pass along a message.