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Post by ravi on May 1, 2008 18:03:01 GMT -5
"DEAR SPIRITS!" Was Gita's response as she saw Ravi's pale face and Azar's trouble one.
She rushed over and picked up Ravi from Azar's arms she felt his head.
"Oh gods he's burning up. INDRAAA INDRA COME QUICK, IT'S RAVI!" Indra barrled in worried.
"Gita whats- oh my, Ravi!" Ravi groggly regained conscious he looked at Indra panting, he was sweating too.
"My head hurts." He mumbled. Gita helped him up to stand. Indra called out to Bai Wei.
"Son! Get me cold water now. Ravi has a fever!" They two walked them over and called for Azar.
"You come as well."
Walking up stair and into his room Gita began shucking off his clothing and putting the new cloth at the vanity. Ravi laided in bed as Gita began to doctor him. Bai returned with water and a cloth. Gita rang out the cloth as laid it on Ravi's head.
"There ya go dear, don't you feel better? Where you sick in the morning?" She made tsking noise before continuing.
"Dear why do you always work when you are sick? It exausts you?" She got up and turned to Azar.
"Thank your for patience with me. I had to get him situated. Come down with me, I'll make some nice tea you can tell me what happend. Indra please keep and eye on him. If his fever hasn't broke can you try to draw the heat away from him?"
Gita walked down stairs worring over Ravi...as if he was her son too.
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Post by azar on May 2, 2008 14:16:36 GMT -5
While still shaking a bit from shock, Azar sat on a chair and waited out the ordeal. Ravi was barely conscious, and despite all petty thoughts pertaining to Chetan, Azar didn't know why it happened. No one suddenly got sick, he was sure of it. In a show of fortitude, Ravi must have kept his illness under wraps.
With his hands on his forehead, Azar tried to keep his breathing under control lest he hyperventilate. He was soon asked by Gita about the whole issue, but felt a bit uneasy to give a whole explanation. But he figured, if it was in Ravi's best interest, he would comply.
Sitting at the table and having tea with Gita, still aglow with anxious perspiration, his pulse and breathing managed to slow down a bit. "Well, we were shopping, and Ravi's father shows up out of nowhere," Azar said as he paused to swallow. Taking a breath, he continued; "His dad starts being a huge jerk, and I gave him a taste of his own medicine. Then, for no reason, after telling me I was being rude...Ravi falls down."
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Post by ravi on May 3, 2008 9:30:11 GMT -5
Gita listened to all this quiely the shop was now closed. She looked at the tea before drinking
"Knowing Ravi he was sick all day..and after working and the stress of meeting his father his body must have give out. Ravi works hard even when he's falling down dizzy. As for his comment. Don't worry about it. Ravi was just tired and didn't all the attention drawn to him. Or maybe even now still defends his father." She sighed and got something to eat for Azar.
"Whatever the case is it, happend and now we move forward. Lets get Ravi rested."
Sleeping upstairs Indra was speaking queitly as he lectured on him working sick. Ravi was conscious but he head hurts so much. Groaning he sat up to get Azar when Indra pushed him down.
"No, Ravi I'll get him you're too sick." Ravi didn't say anything as Indra soak the cloth again and placed it on his head. He got up and walked down staires
"Gita, he still has a fever can you make him some tea for him." He turned to Azar.
"Ravi want to see you.."
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Post by azar on May 4, 2008 19:02:52 GMT -5
"Uh..." was the first that escaped Azar's mouth. Scratching the back of his neck, he found the moment to be rather awkward. Not once in his life did Azar know what to say to sick or injured people. Ravi, even though he loved him dearly, was no different. Slumping down a bit, Azar let out a deep sigh that crossed the border into a groan. Really, he seemed impatient and burdened, but that only caused Gita to slap the back of his head. He earned a stern glare that, without words, told him he had to see Ravi. It was strange, but Gita was becoming like a mother to him.
Making his way up the stairs posthaste, he took each step with slow and careful consideration. Blinking became prolonged, and the very last step almost urged him to turn around. He didn't want to see Ravi in that condition, so sickly and weak. It would break his heart, even though he had to be strong. Opening the door, he walked over to Ravi and knelt by his bedside. Uneasily and insincerely, he grinned to his lover. "Hi...how are you feeling?"
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Post by ravi on May 5, 2008 10:43:44 GMT -5
Ravi was still sweating rivers and he looked like a mess. Sighing he waited as Azar came up to see him.
"Hi...how are you feeling?" was his lover's question. Rolling his eyes, Indra continued to bathe his forehead in cool water. Ravi didn't respond until Indra got up and open the window a bit and soak the cloth again.
"I'm going to let you rest for bit..alright." Indra left Ravi to sleep abit with the cool air and cold cloth on his head. His fever should break naturally. Ravi sighed and answered weakly.
"I'm sick Azar. I'm feeling crappy." Feeling miserable he wanted to be comforated but he new Azar wasn't good at that. Grumbling he rolled over to look at Azar.
"I'm sorry I fainted like that. I didn't want you to carry me." Ravi felt he had to apologise to everyone for making them worry or take care of him. He felt a little guilty, he always tried to keep his sickness or fatiuge to himself. It was like he was trying to make himself a less of a burden. Eventhoughth Indra and Gita do not see him like that at all.
"I hate being sick, it feels like I putting Indra and Gita into a lot of work..and making you worry too." Ravi groaned and sighed as couldn't think of anything else to say
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Post by azar on May 6, 2008 11:53:39 GMT -5
Azar only smiled because he saw Ravi's strength shining through. Despite his weakness, his illness, he could still talk up a storm like he did before. It was admirable, but still heart-breaking for so many reasons. Fearing for his own health, Azar forewent touching any part of his lover at all. His hand, face, body...nothing at all. It was indeed selfish on his part, but old habits were hard to break. People didn't change so much that quickly, even if the best effort was given. Knowing Ravi didn't expect him to change only made Azar stick to his old ways without any attempts to improve.
He didn't speak because there was nothing to say. He didn't want the tears glistening in his eyes, the trembling in his voice to reflect his fear. Azar tried his best to don a guide of emotional fortitude, even though both were quite sure of his sensitivity. Ravi's illness may not have been very severe, but Azar was content to sit by his side, silent.
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Post by ravi on May 6, 2008 12:25:19 GMT -5
Ravi listented to the wind chimes and the crikets that sang in the bushes below. He felt content but still ill. His head ached and he felt too hot and shakey.
Azar didn't speak...or move. or even touch him. Not even to comfort him. Knowing that his behavior was typical...he thinks of himself before others, Ravi was non-chalant and didn't think anything about it. Rolling on his side he said an "I love you." Before getting some sleep.
Indra came up with some hot buns for Azar and iced tea. He had some food for himself he open the door and walked in.
"I brought some snacks...I figured you might be hungry. I might coax him to eat. He needs to get better if he wants to work tommarrow and knowing him he going to get up and work with or without a fever. He weird like that." Indra sated as he sat down offered food to Azar.
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Post by azar on May 6, 2008 17:20:38 GMT -5
Despite the calm and serene air about the room, Azar was not at rest. His mind, thoughts abuzz, was not allowing him to relax as Ravi was perhaps already doing. After sentimental words, his lover was at least able to sleep, whereas Azar was still cursed by an uneasy tension. Indra didn't change things, either. When he entered, Azar was still doubled over a bit on his chair, face buried in his hands. Even the casual glance of a stranger would portray Azar as worried, and for every good reason.
"I am...sort of. I don't know if I can eat with all this on my mind," Azar gloomed, slinking down in his chair slightly. Even the discomfort provided by the hard wooden seat didn't bother him as much as the nagging feelings stirring about his head. Guilt was his foremost feeling, which was only strengthened by a refusal to admit he cared was inclined to only look out for himself. Azar sighed. What was he supposed to do?
Going with his first urge, he made a beeline straight for the door despite Indra's brief plea. Storming down the stairs, he walked straight past Gita and out the door, but not without a surly; "Be back later..."
He couldn't bear to deal with the situation, so maybe being away from it would clear his head. He was wrong, but he'd hear nothing of it.
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Post by ravi on May 6, 2008 18:27:45 GMT -5
Indra barely stole a look as Azar left leaving Ravi and Indra.
After he left Gita and Una came up with more water. "That boy. What a coward." Grumbled Gita as she bathed Ravi's forehead again. Una ate one of the hot buns Indra didn't say anything but looked at Ravi and breathed out a sigh.
"Don't be mad at him I am sure Azar had a reason maybe it saddened him to see Ravi sick." Indra reason as he watched Ravi sleep. A little while later Ravi woke up his eyes looked at Indra who was watching him alone. Gita and Una left. Ravi looked around for Azar he even got up.
"Ravi go back to bed." Indra commaned getting up to fetch him. Instead Ravi got on a light gold robe tied the stash hobbled down stairs Indra followed him,
"I'm going to find Azar!" Indra grabbed him. "Boy you're still sick...think of yerself for once!"
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Post by azar on May 8, 2008 13:37:41 GMT -5
The streets of Lun Yang brought him neither comfort nor consolation. He was deeply upset, his gait a disturbed stagger that caused a few people to ask him if here were alright. Those folks were given cold silence as a response as Azar kept on his way, his eyes barely staying open to show they were glazed with tears. He wasn't about to cry in public, but sure as hell wasn't going to cry in front of anyone at the Lovely Lotus. He would only be caught dead crying if no one else were watching.
Azar soon found refuge on a stone bench amid a grassy park. There he slumped over, with but a lonely plum tree offering shade from the day's fading sunlight. Azar was ashamed he let fear overtake him, but was now dreading his return to Ravi. His new home may have been the Lovely Lotus, but he wasn't entirely sure how they would view his cowardly act. Time would pass before he saw Ravi again. For now, he just wanted to rest his mind. That wouldn't be easy...
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Post by ravi on May 8, 2008 15:09:32 GMT -5
Ravi was taken back to his room and Indra poured him some tea. As Ravi sat in bed he looked out the window wondering were Azar was. Sighing he waited until Indra left before Ravi drank his tea and thought about what to do next
He could just get up and look for him but Ravi's fever has yet to break and he wasn't in the best shape for a nightly romp around Lun Yang. Still even still weak and shakey Ravi got up slipped on a top and tighen his trousers as well as get that robe and walked outside hopefully without Indra noticing.
Walked down the streets of Lun Yang he shivered as he still fought his fever. It was cool out and it felt suprising comforable. Calling for Azar he found him at a park one of the one Ravi liked to go to think or practice routines
"Azar? Did I do something wrong?" His voice was a tad scratchy, as he crossed his arms
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Post by azar on May 9, 2008 20:33:54 GMT -5
The air started to cool as the sun set, the winds slowing gently when the day came to an end. The advent of night didn't change Azar's feelings, though. So many thoughts rushing around his skull would culminate in what he least expected. It was that voice, the familiar tone belonging to Ravi. It was a strange coincidence, like one recalled from a certain vacation, but it only made things worse as far as Azar was concerned. He didn't quite want to remember how much of a jerk he had been that time at Barazoku Beach. As Ravi, shivering in the cooling air, sat beside him, Azar kept his gray eyes toward the ground. "I'm surprised you could find me."
He left it at that. What else was appropriate to say? That he ran off like a coward, afraid to see Ravi suffer? He was sure anything more would make Ravi feel worse. A breath escaped his nostrils, eyes closed and head bowed. In a rare moment, his concern for someone else's safety had driven him to stone-cold silence, afraid to say anything more.
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Post by ravi on May 19, 2008 12:46:07 GMT -5
Ravi was shaking in the thin clothing. His fever made his skin clammy and damp to touch, he walked over hesitently not really wanting to disturb or upset Azar.
Sitting on the stone bench he looked at the night sky, dusk has pass leaving the lovers in the chilly night. Ravi figeted with his robes playing with sash some time has past before spoke.
"If you are mad me at Indra I am sorry." Ravi tugged on his slightly oily hair before talking once more.
"Why did you run away Azar? Did seeing me all weak and sick upset you? Is that why?" Ravi didn't wrapp his arms around him or try to comfort Azar, not right now at least. He was still a little hurt for Azar jumping up and leaving like that. It feels like a lot of his loved ones hated seeing him sick so the leave him. Indra and Gita seemed to be the only ones that stuck with him. His parents just left him to the doctors
Ravi reached over and rub his shoulders gently showing now a little comfort.
"I am sorry that I am so weak, it must bother you a lot that I am so needy."
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Post by azar on May 24, 2008 14:05:11 GMT -5
It wasn't that Azar was mad. What upset him was Ravi's weakened state, the very thought of losing him that first occured in his head, and the shock from seeing him fall over in public. While not the most jarring circumstance, Azar removed himself from the fray merely for his own sanity. Perhaps it was a deeply-rooted fear of losing somebody who grew so close in such a short time. His father came to mind, the hazy memories of a man with a warm smile, brilliant gray eyes, and a mustache and goatee. So soon they vanished.
But now, with Ravi beside him, there was no escape from the greedy clutches of guilt. Why did he have to follow him? Did he really care that much? Risking his health just to find the man he loved?
It was enough to churn his stomach.
Soon came apologies and questions, the latter of which weren't needed at all. In all his time knowing Ravi, there was no reason to think he was needy. If anything, Azar was the demanding one. Ravi seemed complacent and a hard worker, whereas Azar often thought the world revolved around him. Pity, like a whirlwind, started to ravage his soul. Inner turmoil led him to lean on his lover's shoulder, no cares about what would happen.
"Ravi," he almost groaned, clinching his eyelids shut for a moment. "That's not you. Not needy or weak at all. Don't be hard on yourself." Leaning against Ravi, Azar slid his hand over the bench's cold stone surface and clutched the slender fingers of his lover.
"I was just scared. Afraid to lose you. I haven't known you for very long, but I don't want it to end so soon." Closing his eyes again, he bowed his head. It was, of course, in his nature to complain about such things, yet he was certain to sound as miserable and pitiable as possible. "Like someone else in my life." Ravi would know what he meant.
Looking up at Ravi, his cheek still pressed to his shoulder, he gazed with wide and pouty eyes like a young dragon-moose. "I don't need to worry, do I?"
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Post by ravi on May 24, 2008 14:32:11 GMT -5
Feeling Azar's warm skin on Ravi's shoulder was comforting feeling though his head reeled, he sighed as he heard Azar talk.
So to Azar he wasn't weak or needy. Though it was a nice thought, as far Ravi knew it was half truth. He worked hard so he wouldn't depend on people, people that threw him away easily. Even Azar did, though he had long forgiven him.
Ravi heard his fear about, him leaving his life, like his father, which he alluded to. caressing Azar'sface he kissed his cheek.
"No you don't have to worry love I won't leave you. Not ever." Holding him in his arms Ravi watch the fire flies appear and glow all around, like a cheezy scene from a pillow book. It was old romantic. He notice someone else coming down the road, it was Indra.
"Ravi! You shouldn't be out come back to the Lotus!" Ravi sighed and nodded.
"Sure Indra."
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