The relaxant was one of her favorites-Strong enough to knock a large man out, weak enough to have it only be for a few hours as opposed to all day. But those few hours were just enough to be able to move your fingers, not regain mobility. But she's a resilient one, and having grown the poison had grown accustomed to it. She took most of her energy to push herself up, turning her feet over the side. Then rested. She would do this in bits.
"Meghan...? She whispered, peering through the doorway. If she couldn't reach Meghan herself, maybe her voice could.
"Meghan, you sent Weston to find Gendou. Gendou can't heal, Gendou wouldn't slice someone to heal him with powers he didn't have. Gendou can't open the void in time and space like Weston said happened. Gendou doesn't work with people either!"
She places a hand on the edge of her Generals desk, more delirious from worry than poison at the moment. Her voice rose with each sentance, anxious to get her point across the distance.
"Gendou's sane! He invited me for tea! He's just scared Meghan, I made him worse! Now you're sending Weston out for no reason!"
With full effort she rose to her feet, barely making it to the cracked door before collasping against it, the slam echoing through the halls. Her voice was resigned, now, and she remembered another reason she liked this poison: Effort to move before it wore off made blood flow, and spread it once again.
She closed her eyes-she needed sleep, how kind of Weston to grant this to her.
"Weston, you said to keep Meghan on the straight-n-narrow...so...did she hear me?" She whispered, before letting her head fall back
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