The Amulet of Sight

Sully was completely unprepared for Nate's leg to suddenly drop out from underneath him. He'd known something was up but he thought he was just brooding over something. He jumped forward in time to catch his protégé, but as he was so unprepared he was unable to stop his descent and they both ended up crumpling to the floor, Sully ending up underneath Nate, who was now completely unconscious. "Nate?" Pushing himself up from underneath the younger man Victor Sullivan, shook Nate to try and rouse him. "Kid get off me, you're not as light as you used to be"

Salim came rushing over as soon as he saw both his guests on the floor and helped Sully shift Nate gently onto the floor and pulled Victor to his feet. "What happened?" asked the Sheik, "I don't know, I thought he was just… I didn't think he would collapse, we were separated I've got no idea what happened to him!" "Are you alright my friend?" asked Salim, Sully looked at him and the Sheik indicated Sully's hands. They were covered with blood, it took him several seconds to put two and two together and realise that the blood was Nate's.

"GODAMNIT KID!" Not even bothering to wipe the blood from his hands he lifted Nate's t-shirt up, revealing a very thin cut, most likely from Talbot that was bleeding sluggishly, this was not what caught Victor's attention though, there were several faded bruises on Nate's chest and several abrasions that looked slightly aged, he most likely got them a couple of days ago, there were several more that looked like they would be in full bloom within a couple of days, whatever had happened when Nate had been drugged and ran off through the streets of Yemen Drake had obviously been lucky to come out of it in one piece. "Jesus Nate, what the hell have you been doing?"

With Salim's help Sully removed Nathan's t-shirt entirely and shifted the younger man to a makeshift bed. Sully had managed to pry the artefacts from Nate's hands and had set them to one side. Salim had called for some water and cloths to be brought over. He took the Jug of water from the member of his tribe who brought it over and set it aside near the artefacts, pausing when he saw the amulet. "Victor, where did you get this?" he asked pointing out the necklace with the eye. The older man spared the amulet a glance before returning his eyes to the still form of his only family. "He must have picked it up somewhere Ubar. I wasn't with him the whole time."

Salim turned to look at the young American he had rescued from the desert, wondering at how one person could continue to surprise him. "Do you know what this is?" Sully shrugged whilst reaching out for a cloth, he wet the cloth with the towel and placed it on the cut on Nate's chest, "Some kind of necklace? We see stuff like this all the time" "This necklace, my friend, is far more than that, before Solomon imprisoned the Djinn they actually gave him decent advice, one such piece of wisdom was to seek out the amulet of sight. A necklace that enabled the wearer to see into the past, and future of whomever they wished."

Sully was listening and some part of him was nagging that he could use that to find out what had happened to Nate, but right now concerned about the injuries that the kid had and how he could fix them. Miraculously it didn't seem like he had any broken ribs, a couple seemed to be cracked, but they would heal a lot faster than broken ones. The bruising would, no doubt be painful, but Nate had always healed fast. The cut was his concern at the moment, he dabbed at it with the cloth, catching one of Nate's hands as he unconsciously tried to lash out at whatever was causing him pain. "Easy Kid, it's just me, fixing your ass up again" Nate seemed to settle at Sully's voice and the older man was caught between feeling touched that he had such an impact and worried that Nate was now back to lying completely still and silent. After he'd cleaned the wound he grabbed a fresh cloth and placed it over the cut, taking his hand and pressing it over the wound to try and stop the seeping blood.

Finished with what he could do to help Drake, he looked up at Salim who was still eyeing the medallion, seemingly with trepidation. "How did you meet up with Nate anyway?" he asked the Sheik. "My scouts followed a large group of the British through the desert to an abandoned town several miles from here, Drake was there by himself fighting them, I don't know how he got there, but we brought him with us when we escaped, it would have been impolite to leave him there to die"

Sully nodded vaguely wondering at how Nate had found himself in an abandoned village in the desert. The kid had always been a trouble magnet, hell that stuff with the derailed train in Nepal last time had been enough to nearly give Sully a heart attack. He looked down at Nate and sighed, "Salim, what are the risks about using this medallion? I need to know what happened to him" Sully's voice was quiet but the determination behind it was obvious. Salim shook his head, "I would not recommend doing that my friend, the medallion requires energy in order for it to work, and it is risky for both the person who is providing the memories and the one witnessing them, according to legend Solomon used the medallion on soldier who had returned from battle with a report but was too grievously wounded to relay the message once he arrived, the emotional strain put on Solomon for witnessing the pain the soldier suffered was what put him off using the medallion again and he sealed it away somewhere in the city."

Mulling the information over Victor Sullivan found his eyes drawn to the medallion, should he use it, maybe Nate would tell him himself when he woke up, IF he woke up, maybe something had happened over the time they were apart that was having an impact on him now? Deciding that he would always risk it for Nate, Sully reached forwards for the medallion.