Mz. Hyde Makes A Promise

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Catt Hatter: (My thinking is that the draught is still affecting her system.)

Oh, I'm good! I'm goo- *She was cut off as another coughing fit racked her body, making her shake with each convulsion.*

'''Mz. Hyde: '''What's wrong with you? Do you have ebola?

Catt Hatter: N-*cough*no, just a case of *cough* hypothermia from the river ye-*cough*yesterday. Water ain't good for the lungs. *she wheezed.*

(She might be coming down with pneumonia.) *I what? Catt thought.*

'''Mz. Hyde: '''How did you get water in-oh, right. Sorry about that.

Catt Hatter:  'Sok! R-really! *cough, hack* Anyone would be upset over *gasp* such a betrayal! *Catt's speech once again descended into coughing.*

'''Mz. Hyde: '''Are you sure that you shouldn't be in the hospital or something?

* Sees the sleeping draught.*

Oh look! Alcohol!~

Catt Hatter: (You do realise there wasn't any left, right? Though I can appreciate the gag you're going for.)

'''Mz. Hyde: '''*Puts bottle up to lips...and feels nothing. She brings the bottle up to her eye and looks in.*

Awww!~ There's none left!

* She sniffs the bottle.*

Hmmm...Frog's breath, Wormswart, and...opium. Whew! Must've been good! Oh well!

* Throws the bottle over her shoulder...and it explodes for some odd reason.*

Catt Hatter: Wow, how didn't the paper catch fire? *Catt's coughing has been postponed.*

Wait, there was opium in that? Isn't that illegal? Not to mention really bad for you?

'''Mz. Hyde: '''Beats me I don't know how fire works. And opium makes morphine so it can't be THAT bad, right?

Catt Hatter: Morphine?! *Catt asked, quite alarmed.*

'''Mz. Hyde: '''Yeah. Pain medicine.

Catt Hatter: Ugh, I think I'm allergic or something. *Catt said, gently rubbing her sore stomach.* 'Cuz pain is exactly what I'm in. Oww...

'''Mz. Hyde: '''Well, I have heard that it doesn't work for everyone. And at least you GOT pain medicine!

* She winces.*

Ahh...

Catt Hatter: Shouldn't Helen have seen to that? Or did you not ask for some?

Helen! Get the poor girl some painkillers! Urg. *She grasps her stomach again, fighting another coughing fit.*

'''Mz. Hyde: '''I....didn't really ask for it. But, not that I NEED IT OR ANYTHING!!

* Winces again.*

Ouch!

Catt Hatter: Stop trying to play strong, there's no shame in feeling pain. You, had quite the rough...day yesterday. Painkillers to, help with...a case of,*gasp* death isn't hard to believe. *Catt said weakly, her head nodding.*

'''Mz. Hyde: '''Woah!

* Puts her hands on Catt's shoulders.*

Are you okay?

Catt Hatter: Hmn? Yeah, I'm fine...*She says with a weak nod.*

Jus-, just a little - *She gets interrupted by a sudden loss of consciousness.*

'''Mz. Hyde: '''Oop! Hang on! I've got you!

* She catches Catt and holds her in her arms.*

I guess I better take you to your room.

* She beings the long trek down to Catt's room.*

You really shouldn't worry about me Catt.

* A sad smile stretches across her face.*

I don't want you cut up into pieces too whenever SHE comes around.

* She stops at a window. For a second there, she could've sworn that she had seen a figure on top one of the buildings in the distance. One that had a pair of giant scissors strapped to its back. She sighs.*

I thought I promised myself I wouldn't be weak again.

* She looks back down at Catt, remembering the task at hand.*

Let's just focus on getting you back to your room right now.

* As she walks down the long corridor, Mz. Hyde's mind cannot help but replaying when this happened the last time...and the time before that...and the time before that...and the time before that...and the many other times before that time; all of which having the same, horrid conclusion. But then one thought crystallizes in her mind. As she lays Catt down on her bed, Mz. Hyde utters a sort of promise, not to just herself or to even just Catt, but to every soul in the entire Society.*

I won't be weak again. Never again.