Rock 'n Roll

When she spotted the semi-familiar guy leaning on the bar, she steadied herself and walked a few steps to stand right in front of him. “Hi. What are you drinking?” Her voice was shaky, quiet - but audible enough. Waving her hand in front of his face to get his attention. A little smirk crept up to the corners of her mouth. “Anything? Pretty hard to spend your night here without booze.”

He pulled a  worn, dark brown wallet from his pocket and fished out a bill, twisting it between his fingers as he looked properly at the barkeep. She was quite familiar, although he didn't visit often, she was usually there and although they'd exchanged a few words he doubted she remembered him. "If it's as hard as you say, how do you survive the night?" The rules of being the barkeep here weren't too clear, but they always seemed to have a clear head. "Are you allowed to drink?" 

It was frustrating to say the least. After looking forward to meeting Felix again after they had barely laid eyes on each other for three months at least, they had had only about five minutes of conversation before his interest wandered in another direction. Sure the barista serving them was cute but Rachel was a little hurt that he still hadn’t changed all that much. She had hoped that his attention span would grow with age and separation but apparently she’d been thinking about him too highly. With a sigh she took in the rest of the coffeeshop, trying to figure out something to do with her time now that she’d been so apruptly left.

Quite quickly she managed to get her gaze settled on maybe the only other person in the store that wasn’t occupied with someone else and driven by her frustration by getting ditched, she approached him with an open smile on her lips.

„Hey. I was just wondering if you’d like to join me.“, she waited for a beat to see if the young man was put off by her approach before continuing quickly. „You see my best friend, who I was meeting here, kind of got enamoured with one of the Baristas and found it more important than spending time with me and I was really looking forward to just talking and drinking some coffee.“ How to turn an innocently enough request into embarrasing rambling, she thought to herself but it was too late now to change any of that.  

But the textbooks simply weren't as interesting, not that his – or anyone's – notes were, but they're better than the dry and winding writing that filled his books.

The coffeeshop was particularly busy, Nathan noticed as he lifted his gaze and stared at the other people without really taking them in, RJD2 playing in his ears. He thumbed his sunglasses case open and shut, open and shut, before shaking himself awake and returning his attention to the textbook. Open and shut. The passage was about how to make it appealing for people to go out in a time that entertainment came to you before you even got out of bed and it was the only the start of an amazingly long chapter and Nathan couldn't help but tune out halfway the second sentence. Open and shut. The snap of his glasses case was a reprimand and he forced himself to keep reading, pushing the case open again he noticed someone standing at his table. 

Blinking twice, Nathan watched her with a bland expression, her words not really permeating him in any way. The word coffee stuck with him, but the rest of her words trudged behind it and his eyes flick to the huge clock in the coffeeshop. He could take a break. "Uhm," He starts, eloquently, before nodding and piling his things in an orderly fashion. "Of course, but I'm studying so I can't really take a long break. I hope you don't mind?" He asks, knowing that even if she did, he really wouldn't care. 

Subject Name: Nathaniel Eissink

Event: Week 53, Flooding

Written By: Liane Glass

Subject Name: Nathaniel Eissink

Month: April 2014

Written By: Raoul Wilkes

Characters Involved: Nathaniel Eissink & Rachel Berkley

Location: Medical West

Time Frame: Around 9:00 am

Word Count: 1,606

The smile widened a little and he studied his hands a iittle, happy when the food came over and they dug in. "Thanks, I guess." He said and took a good look at what he was wearing. A simple dark green sweater and some dark jeans. It wasn't anything special but it suited his dark golden curls, he thought. He wasn't too fashion sensitive but he liked to think that he wore something that at least suited him. 

And a part of Nico showed himself in the recruit and he took the recruit’s face in, absorbing as much of it as he could before he slumped back again. Nico was like that. He would help those in pain and those who needed it, stitching his brother’s wound and joining the Blood Kings so he could help the family. The lump in Nathan’s throat didn’t go away as he focused on breathing and staying in the land of the living. 

The water was still rising, but the agent didn’t fear for his life. He was close to death anyway, and he was in the hands of others. It was nigh impossible to get out of the situation on his own, so he had to rely on Division. He hated relying, and knew that if he died now, it wouldn’t be his mistake. He could deal with that, he decided, no matter how flawed it actually was. They would probably want him to stay awake but that was not going to happen, he realised. It was easier to fall unconscious, he realised. Very dangerous, but still easy. 

Daniel could feel the water rising on his legs… weird, he thought, didn’t the exits close already? Was there still one more? Whatever it was and wherever it was, it had to close soon because the water will rise no matter what happens and then… if that really did happen, nothing would save them but oblivion.

The doctor finally seemed to be able to finish whatever he was doing with the other guy, he was murmuring something about cutting the hair to place a bandage, but without scissors and clean equipment he didn’t want to take a chance. Satisfied with his own handiwork, the doctor left the now unconscious, hopefully asleep Nathan, and went to another person in need.

Daniel stayed for a while and watched Nathan… wondering who he was and what he was doing in Division.. agent probably. With that in mind, he yawned, he had been tired… and for a moment, he too felt the exhaustion… “probably just a nap” he murmured before falling asleep as he sat on the mensa chair, his head beside Nathan’s body set on the table.

"You have to get used with this for the meantime Nathan," of course there wasn’t any reason to call him Nate anymore. "I cleaned the wound, and placed pressure, there’s some water here if you want to drink." he said much more cleary and at ease now that he was sure the guy was seemingly awake. "There’s only one doctor because everyone else in Division’s rosters in terms of medical personnel and leader had already left the bunker and is god knows where fucking in hawaii." Hawaii was of course and exaggeration, but he was pretty sure Nathan was smart enough to get the point.

"The only doctor’s gonna come here soon, just give him a second or two, I swear I’ve been trying to call him since I first saw you fall down." It was the only explanation Daniel could give. The doctor was gonna come, he had to. What else was he going to do anyway? Daniel wondered if Division really just left one doctor down there with them to treat possible injuries, if he was too late in escaping, or he really stayed for this kind of reason? Whatever it was, at least he was doing his job.

And a part of Nico showed himself in the recruit and he took the recruit's face in, absorbing as much of it as he could before he slumped back again. Nico was like that. He would help those in pain and those who needed it, stitching his brother's wound and joining the Blood Kings so he could help the family. The lump in Nathan's throat didn't go away as he focused on breathing and staying in the land of the living. 

The water was still rising, but the agent didn't fear for his life. He was close to death anyway, and he was in the hands of others. It was nigh impossible to get out of the situation on his own, so he had to rely on Division. He hated relying, and knew that if he died now, it wouldn't be his mistake. He could deal with that, he decided, no matter how flawed it actually was. They would probably want him to stay awake but that was not going to happen, he realised. It was easier to fall unconscious, he realised. Very dangerous, but still easy. 

Daniel grunted internally when Nathan asked for a phone, why couldn’t he ask for something else that he could give? Something easy, like.. like a piece of plate or something? Why did it have to be a phone… “I don’t know where it is Nate, do you want me to find it? I can try to find it.” he continued to say, if Daniel was any more weaker or invested in whoever this guy was, he would probably have cracked a tear or two at how hard it was to manage someone who was already getting delirious.

"But—" he started, he didn’t know what it is about Nico and Nathan, but Daniel felt like it wasn’t the same Nikola that he had met… was it some sort of gang? Probably… it was usually like that, so who was Nico? Friend? Brother? Someone? Either way he tried to talk again. "But you’re there, I want to be with you -if… if I promise not to join, will you promise me you’ll get through this?" he asked. Daniel was getting tired and drowsy, more emotional-wise because of panic and instictual planning. This was the first time in his life he had to do so many things.

A few teas leaked out from under his eyelids as he lay there, and thought of all the things he wanted to say. How much had he actually said here, just now? Frustration welled up in him as he tried to stay awake and keep his mouth shut. This wasn't supposed to happen. Would Nico still be alive if he hadn't joined? 

When Nathan suddenly got mad, Daniel felt like he was really in the shoes of a medical officer, two recruits held Nathan down, whoever they were Daniel had to thank them soon. “Shhh,” he offered as he placed the cool shirtwrapped ice on Nathan’s head to cool him off. Cinder, Cinder was a person then. “He’s just busy, he’s doing things, I don’t know, don’t get mad at me… I, I don’t know everything.” he said his voice tinged with a bit of desperation and fear. Daniel literally didn’t know what to do anymore. Or how long he could hold Nathan off.

"Ni-" The words died in his throat and he tried again. "Nico, where is my phone." He needed it. He needed to reach someone and make sure they weren't dead. Fear clung onto him like a drowning man onto a rock and he forced himself to remain calm. They weren't dead. Cinder could. not. be dead. It simply wasn't possible. 

"Yeah, I can see the blood loss, don’t worry- I’m here, I’ll help you, we can get through this." he continued saying. Those were the words, well not the exact words, but the same sentiments he had heard back in the Military bunker, people who got injured together and escaped together, where the ties were real and the camaraderie was solid. "Can you like, find me ice in the kitchen or something?" he asked one of the recruits standing beside him.

The words around him faded in and out of sound, and he tried to make himself relax. He knew that stressing in this situation wasn't good. He let himself float away and it suddenly he was warm again. This isn't good. The instinctual side of him kept muttering is as he lay there, and as much as he wanted to open his eyes again, he couldn't. It was too heavy. Everything was so heavy...

'Nico'…. Nico? Daniel thought, who was Nico? He wasn't a Nico, was that the other kid, Nikola? Was this person trying to find him? Daniel didn't think he would be able to find Nikola in the crowd. “Who's this?” he mouthed the words towards a passing recruit, making sure that the bleeding boy didn't hear him. “Na-than.” the recruits said then ran off again. With a nod at that he went back into pressing the head wound.

Mensa mixed with living room and it felt as if he was dreaming. Maybe he was, since Nico was standing next to him and in a moment of clarity, he realised that he was hallucinating due to blood loss, but part of him didn't care. If Nico was there, he didn't care. Nothing mattered then.

Nothing. 

The voice came through as if he was underwater and he blinked rapidly a few times, and then tried to push himself off of the table which might not have been such a good idea as he fell back and the air whooshed out of him. Other wounds? The thought came probably a minute after the question had been asked, and Nathan shook his head. "Not really. Some bruises." The fight with the recruits had certainly taken its toll on his body, and he was sure to feel their fists a week after this was over.

If this ended with them being alive, that was.