[round 1, day 3] tried counting sheep

[ninjasloveme]

Characters: Gaara, Grenn Atair, YOU.
Format: Any
This log is: open (closed in the case of Grenn's thread, open otherwise)
Location: White dorm's courtyard. Other courtyards.
Summary: Insomnia works out badly when you don't have supernatural energy reserves to feed on. Gaara keels over several times over the course of one day.
Warnings: Mention of blood.

He'd only been in this world three days, and already Gaara was feeling the fatigue of insomnia settling back over his brain. Without chakra, he couldn't bolster his mental reserves - without chakra, he shouldn't be able to suppress the One-Tail at all, which he would have noticed if he was thinking straight - and until he could find someone able to determine whether he was the sole inhabitant of his own body, he definitely wasn't sleeping. The other 'students' would be the victims of that mistake if he allowed himself to make it. Mikoto, Sakura, Enki. The risk was unacceptable.

Unfortunately, without those mental reserves, Gaara was just a sixteen-year-old boy. And this boy had just reached his limit.

In the middle of a courtyard, sixty-five hours after he'd arrived, Gaara swayed, rubbed his eyes, and crumpled like he'd been hit with a metal bat.

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[ninjasloveme]

With the added dizziness and nausea of the hacking misfire, Gaara found it a lot more difficult to focus on things like opening his eyes or moving. Even speaking seemed a little beyond him, shoulder shaken or no; he drifted in and out of sleep without any conscious effort. The best he managed was a slight twitch of one hand, before he slid back into sleep.

[choseanidiot]

He'd seen the twitch, but with no other response than that... Well, he could hardly let Gaara stay collapsed out here. With a grunt, he got Gaara on his back, then paused to scratch his scalp.

"I'm not tall enough for this..." Enki muttered and also wondered if he was strong enough to lug/drag around an asleep/half asleep young man who was taller than he was. If Shōryū was here, this would be so much easier...

"Come on, you can't sleep out here," Enki sighed, both annoyed and worried. At least one more try before he attempted to drag Gaara into a sitting/standing position.

[ninjasloveme]

"Come on, you can't sleep out here."

Sleep... He couldn't sleep. That was it. Gaara's drifting mind took hold of that idea like a drowning person to a lifebelt, and he managed to open his eyes. He tried to sit up, too, but that was beyond his current physical capacity and he ended up leaning back on his elbows, eyes clouded and staring somewhere in the vicinity of Enki's face.

[choseanidiot]

Gaara looked pretty out of it. On top of that, he'd felt vaguely hot. Was he ill, too? Enki didn't really have that much experience with sick people; it wasn't as if sickness happened to immortals (except to kirin).

"Hey, you okay?" While it may be a slightly stupid question, he needed to know what was wrong, and maybe Gaara would become slightly more coherent if he kept talking to him.

[ninjasloveme]

"... Can't sleep," he managed, after he'd focused properly on Enki's worried expression. Had he drifted off? The thought shook him further out of his daze, and his eyes closed once, then opened again, fully alert. Enki must have woken him up. "Thank you."

[choseanidiot]

Shaking his head, Enki frowned at Gaara's still rather fuzzy expression.

"No problem. But you were sleeping, and I saw nothing wrong?" Because when he'd seen Gaara, the teenager had been face-down on the ground for who knows how long.

He looked faintly peaked, but that couldn't be why he couldn't (wasn't supposed to?) sleep, since, well, he had been.