Someone call the whaaambulance!

[ghostlighter]

[Aniki notices the heat first. It swims up from under her skin, starting, bizarrely, at the shoulders, rolling down her arms, back up and then down through her chest. She shivers, and her ears start to ring. She gives Chris a flushed, hazy look.] I hope this is what you meant by feeling a bit funny, lad. [It's getting a bit hard to sit up.]

I... actually, I'm not sure. [Not that he's about to admit that he had a miracle worker healer growing up, and afterwards most of his injuries were too large for simple medicine like aspirin to do the job so he's really never used it much. He's a bit worried by the reaction, though.] How many did you take?

I don't know. You didn't say how many I was supposed to. [Her stomach hurts, though that's just an intensifying of what she's felt for the last few days. The dizziness of the headache is back, too. Joy on joy.]

You were looking right at the bottle! I thought you were reading the instructions. [He paces a few steps, out of what looks to be just annoyance.]

[Glare. Though not a very focused one. And she'll be laying down now.] I was looking at the cracknobbed pictures on it. I assumed you'd say something if the rest was important.

How was I supposed to know? Don't you even have pills where you're from?

[Is not going to start the whole 'I'm from here' argument again.] Not like those! [She tries to take a breath around the heartbeat slowly climbing to a blacksmith's hammer in her throat. The stars look like they're melting, now, and she feels vaguely like she herself is melting into the ground.]

I think I might be needing a bit of help.

(ooc: ... Yeah. Chris accidentally enabled Aniki to poison herself. On accident. Really.)

Comments

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Opens her mouth. Grumbling.]

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[to Chris] I was talking to Aniki, actually. [and she tilts the vial, pouring the activated charcoal into Aniki's mouth]

[ghostlighter]

[A bit of a look.] So was I. She said it was— you know what? Never mind. Thanks.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[OH GODS THAT STUFF IS FOUL. Gagging now]

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

Careful, you don't want to have to take another dose.

[ghostlighter]

[... Yuck. Looks gross, so Chris is no longer looking at them directly.] What is that, anyway?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

God shit.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

Activated charcoal. Standard treatment for poisoning. And you're lucky that we don't use stomach pumps for that sort of thing anymore.

[ghostlighter]

... Oh, right. Because charcoal is any less pleasant? [dflsknl Wishes Leo were here, but at the same time not. Dammit, double standards!]

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Ugghhhh.] What now?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

You have to give the charcoal time to bind to the poison in your system and neutralise it.

[ghostlighter]

[... Siiigh. He's backing off again to pace.]

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[She closes her eyes and, to all intents and purposes, falls asleep. Though in reality she it trying to count the number of heartbeats she has in one minute.]