The Pills Won't Help You Now [OPEN]

[vandalization]

WHO: Vandal + OPEN to visitors.
WHERE: Medbay | Solus Temple
WHEN: A day after her Big Freakout.
WHAT: Visits and explanations.
WARNINGS: Vandal...

Have some mood music.



Whatever Soundwave had done to her, it had landed just about passed her into another plain of existence for a while.

A dreamless sleep, something she hadn't felt in a while. No screeching static, nothing running at her, needles for arms, drooling puss and stale blood with nothing more than the desire to rip her open.

Just darkness.

And when she wakes, she's alone.

Someone has her stereo system turned on, and soft, crackly music is playing.

Her RIG, bundled in a corner.

When she moves, she finds her arm stinging. Bandaged. She doesn't remember getting hurt, but she remembers being there again. Back on the station. Everything turning to shit. It's been getting worse. Something she was previously able to stave off with a precarious mixture of pills and alcohol, but eventually those weren't even able to dull that whispering. The words that were always just too quiet to make out. Or overlaid with so much static that even when they were screaming she couldn't understand.

She sighs.

She lays back, staring at the ceiling.

Her head is suspiciously quiet.

Karrie could just get up, gather her things and leave, but where would she go? "Home"? She has no real home. She was just fooling herself.

So instead, she stares up and the ceiling and waits, listening to the distant music and the passive sounds of the monitors.

Comments

[sword_redemption]

Drift wouldn't blame him for staying angry. It wouldn't be the first time. This time, at least, he'd done something to deserve the anger.

He nods. "I can do that." Like anyone could stop him. "But you've helped her, at least a little." Which is more than Drift could do. "Do you know what's happening? What I should look out for?"

He's asking so he could do, this time, what he should have done earlier. Too little, too late? Possibly, but it was the best he could offer.

[inferiordude]

"It's not much. But I'm glad I could help her rest with a clear head for once." Soundwave shakes his head a little. "I don't really know what's goin' on yet. I know there's... a signal, I think. In her brain. Like a virus. It's causin' these nightmares and hallucinations. An' who knows what else she's sufferin' though."

Soundwave tilts his head back. "Watch her. Document whatever weird changes you see in her behavior. Lemme know what's up. I'm gonna give it to Ratchet, we'll put our heads together, an' try to figure out if we can fix this."

[sword_redemption]

"What you did was more than any of us could have done." Straight truth: Drift doesn't give frivolous compliments.

He frowns. "We need someone like Rung. He'd be able to figure something out." Drift? He's the guy who slices things. And he really wishes that were useful here.

But Rung isn't here and it's sort of a fruitless wish. He nods. "I'll keep an optic out. I just want her safe." He'll do anything that will help that.

[inferiordude]

"Eh. If I wasn't there, you could have taken her to a medic." Though what they could have done, he isn't so sure. But at least her head is quiet for awhile.

Rung. He remembers that name, the face. The 'bot isn't someone he's familiar with, though. Soundwave tilts his head slightly. "Who's Rung, anyway? I heard his name a few times."

Soundwave nods once. "Then yer the dude for th' job, Drift. You take care of her, yeah?"