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WHO: Eichi Tenshouin, Victor Nikiforov, Yuuri Katsuki
WHERE: Oros
WHEN: January 11th
WHAT: Gamma mission "WE ARE DREAMERS, SHAPERS, SINGERS, AND MAKERS"
WARNINGS: None

[Eichi had signed up for a research mission because it seemed the perfect choice. He wouldn't be left behind uselessly on the ship, but he wouldn't be thrown directly into the danger of the main mission. It's both lucky and unlucky that the two he wound up with are familiar with his condition, to an extent. They'll be more likely to understand that if he passes out, but he's already concerned about worry. He's kept silent this whole way about how the heat has his heart beating a little too fast to be comfortable, and how every step they take now over the dry land has him aching to take a break.

He's not sure if they called to stop because they noticed, or if it was simply convenient to stop in this small, shady section just at the base of a mountain. There's been no sign of what they're looking for yet. The tent is set up, probably a little sloppily, and Eichi is sitting on a larger boulder closer to the shade of the mountain, trying to subtly catch his breath. This mostly involves staring at the little O-7G7 plants, just two of them, pressed up against the mountainside and wondering when they'll be able to find signs of the creatures that are said to live on the east side of this planet.

Realizing that he's been silent for a little too long, Eichi lifts his head to give the tent a longer look now. He didn't help with it at all, so that was probably entirely Victor and Yuuri's doing. (Or one of them.)]

How exciting. Fufu, looking at a small tent like this, and how it's a little lopsided on one end... I feel like I really am adventuring. ♪ [They are adventuring. But nevermind that, he's pushing away complications to feel excited about living.]

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[yokunaru]

[Yuuri stares, mind racing. Is it ridiculous of him to latch onto the whole fiance thing when they clearly have other problems to be dealing with? Maybe. And yet, he can't focus on anything else at the moment.]

Eichi. [His voice sounds oddly calm to his own ears, despite the almost painful thudding of his heart. He feels a little dizzy as he tries not to think about Viktor staring at the ring so often that even a then-stranger would have noticed.] Has Viktor been telling everyone that we're engaged?

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[That's... an odd reaction to say the least. Eichi blinks, his trembling hand dropping away from Yuuri's shoulder. Mostly, he's just still recovering from his heart. He still can't move much at all.]

I don't know if he's told anyone else, but it isn't difficult to see. Fufu, are you embarrassed? How cute. Don't worry, I don't think anyone will think much of it. I think you two are a wonderful pair.

[yokunaru]

[So that's a "yes". Oh boy. Did that mean, when Viktor had said they were engagement rings that night before the finals started, he actually hadn't been joking? At this point, Yuuri's just so overwhelmed with everything that's happened, and he can't quite process this yet. Rather than thinking himself into a hole again, Yuuri tries to put this to the back of his mind for now. He has his answer. He needs to focus on their more urgent situation now.]

Okay. [He breathes in, fighting back the worry that gnaws at him.] Okay. Even if we can't move right now, we can still figure out what supplies we have left. [Most of it was still in the tent with Viktor, but they could retrieve the few things that had dropped onto the ground. He continues shakily.] After that, we'll find Viktor and the Fek.

Wait. Eichi... [As much as Yuuri's trying to pull himself together, there's still something that nags at him, something he needs to ask. His voice is small, uncertain.] Did he...did he really look at his ring all the time before I got here?

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[It's hard to sit up, even, honestly. The sun feels too harsh and his breathing is all over the place. The blood is disgusting and distracting but he can't take his helmet off to clean it right now. And Yuuri is a mess, so he's trying not to reveal any of this. He should be strong, like a lion...]

Hm? [What a surprising question. He blinks a few times to snap out of his tired thoughts.] Yes. It's how I noticed it immediately, and over a long talk and tea, he kept gazing at it. He's enamored.

[yokunaru]

Oh. [Yuuri's suddenly glad for the helmet, unused to it as he is, if only because it makes it hard to see the light blush spreading across his face. He shakes his head to clear it. Now isn't the time to be thinking about that.

Even if he's not at his best, he's no longer as rattled as he was earlier, which is a step in the right direction. Yuuri studies Eichi again, this time with clearer eyes, and he sees something that makes him frown.]

What's that on your helmet? At the front.

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[Eichi can probably sense the blush just from knowing how drawn out Yuuri was in calling Victor his coach. But right now, he has other things on his mind, like staying conscious and wondering how to get to Victor. The question pulls him back again, but his reaction is more casual than it should be.]

It's just a little blood. [A...little... or a decent amount.]

[yokunaru]

It's blood? [That makes Yuuri sit up, certainly. Though Eichi's always coughing whenever they've spent time with him, Yuuri doesn't remember him ever coughing up blood before.

He leans in, expression grim.] That doesn't look like a little.

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[No, don't look at him. It's what he thinks immediately: don't look at me. Ashamed, both of his hands raise weakly to cup over that part of the helmet, shielding it from view. He doesn't want this to be the focus, even if everything feels heavy and he's trying not to be sick. Coughing up blood was one thing, but vomiting in his suit would bring a whole different variety of issues.]

Victor should have his wrist communicator, shouldn't he? [And so he attempts... a distraction. And also a solution, since they should contact Victor at some point.]

[yokunaru]

We'll try contacting him through the communicator. But first, we need to make sure you're okay.

[He doesn't say anything like "Viktor can wait" because even that would feel like a lie on his tongue. Yuuri reaches out to hold Eichi's shoulder, much like his teammate had done earlier.]

Do you think you can hold your breath long enough for us to wash the blood off?

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Unfortunately not.

[He can't catch his breath even now, with full oxygen. He knows if he takes this thing off immediately, he'll end up passing out. That's putting too much on Yuuri. His hands stay in place, covering that blood and trembling. He still coughs every few moments or so, but they're light compared to the violent ones from before.]

Don't worry. It should pass if I rest for a few moments. [...] It's useless, this body of mine, isn't it? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to inconvenience you like this. Despite knowing this limitation of mine, I couldn't bear to stay behind. In the end, I'm still selfish.

[yokunaru]

It's not useless, please don't say that.

[Yuuri exhales, his hands curling tightly into fists in his lap. He hates that Eichi keeps apologizing for his health, when it isn't his fault.]

If you were selfish, then I was, too. I know I'm mentally weak sometimes, but I still wanted to volunteer for this mission anyway. [It had sounded like the less dangerous of the missions being offered, and the opportunity to visit another planet had been too much for Yuuri to resist in the end. He forces the words out, voice going soft.] We were both unprepared for this.

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[His smile continues, even despite everything else. It's thin and tired, but it's there, and Eichi is determined to keep some part of himself together for this, at least. His heartbeat is settling. He doesn't have to get anxious and ruin his image further with panicked whispers about not wanting to die.]

Rather than taking turns finding out which one of us was the least prepared, why don't we decide what to do from here? It's getting dark, you know? We should probably rest here and contact him.

[yokunaru]

[Yuuri manages to muster up a tired, strained smile as he nods. With some effort, he pushes himself to his feet and stumbles over to the items had had been dropped from their tent.] Works for me. Anything is better than doing nothing.

We'll have to sleep on the ground. Our sleeping bags definitely are still in the tent. [Another pause as he studies what they have left.] We should have enough water to last us until we reach Viktor.

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Fufu, sleeping on the ground... It really is a camping experience. This is unlike anything I've ever done before, so it's kind of exciting.

[You know, except for the almost dying part, but he's leaving that out. To be honest, his whole body feels heavy. He's not much help for Yuuri right now, moving slowly to curl on his side right where he is. The helmets make for horrible pillows, and there's no great way to rest his head, but Eichi tries to find the best position as his eyes drift closed.]

Don't worry, Yuuri. We'll make it to Victor.

[yokunaru]

I know we will. [There's no other option that he can accept right now, honestly.

Yuuri sluggishly gathers up all of the supplies they've been left with and then brings it all back to where Eichi is curled up, instead of making Eichi get up and move.]

Get some rest, Eichi. [Though he still sounds as worn out as he feels, his voice has stopped trembling, so he'll count this as a victory.] I'll try to reach Viktor with the communicator.

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["Hopefully my heart won't stop in my sleep." That fear of his goes unspoken, even as a joke, and he keeps his eyes closed and focuses on breathing. Without something like an easy to access source of oxygen, this helmet is all he has. He has to rely on his own weak lungs, at least until they find Victor and his nerves can settle.]

Make sure you get some rest, as well. We won't make it anywhere if I don't have someone I can lean on come tomorrow. [If it really will be a "tomorrow" after their rest. The days here seem different.

Still, that's the last Eichi says, and he fades off to sleep just as he is, bloodied helmet and all.]